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[saschax]

phantasm

(n.) a figment of the imagination; an illusion or apparition:

TRIGGER WARNINGS: panic attack (protagonist's panic attack is described in details), nightmares, child abuse (recalls past), medication (for mental health purposes) and thats all, i think.

she felt comfortable. everything was.

comfort.

the blinds blocked the light, whether it'd be the sun or the moon. its was fine, except.. it wasn't.

she couldn't make out the shape of her hands as they lands on her chest, feeling her pulse quickening by the seconds.

everything is fine.

its fine.

why is she panicking?

why am i panicking?

nothing happened.

why-

images flashes in her mind. it isn't the good kind, not ones filled with butterflies. opposite infact.

then, she realises the cause behind her panicked state.

nightmares, she echos mentally, in her head. a child's nightmare, as embarassing as it sounds.

not being able to scream, to cry for help- no one's there to help. no helping hands, no.. nothing... no daddy or mommy coming for her-

he was just- just looking at you, with- with a wide smile plastered on his-

suddenly, its too overwhelming for her. a shaking wreck she is right now.

she's no strangers to nightmares, she's well acquainted by now. this nightmare, however, was different. it was bolder, it wasn't something related to her past.

no. it wasn't her mother.. her very own mother who beated on her for simple little things.

no. it was a new person entirely. the being - person - on the other end of the knife was the one with the tired, dark brown eyes she comes to love.

but ghost would never harm you. never-

she suddenly sees movement (even though it is hard to see, years of training did made her eyes see a bit better) in the dark, snapping her attention to the thing.

answer: he's watching her.

there she sat, trembling like a leaf. and there he stood, still as a rock, watching her.

seconds, minutes, hell, maybe centuries passed as the two remains where they were. it was too quiet suddenly, apart from her panicked rapid breaths. she's currently trying to convince herself it was all a nightmare.

she'll wake up after this, just a bad dream inside another bad dream-

it wasn't.

it took a moment hesitantace from ghost to move towards her. slow steps towards the bed, to her, and he stops at the end of it.

even though she isn't looking at him, she could feel his gaze on her and she hated it. it made her feel incredibly small, utterly hopeless. and her nightmare comes back to her in flashbacks.

the way ghost stood over her- with his mask (not the skull mask) on his face, a knife clutched in his hands- the way it was going down on her chest- the way she could feel the smile behind his mask- about to kil-

the bed sinks a bit and made her jolts. ghost had took a pause to sit down next to her, albet, at a safe considerable distance.

he stares at her first, what was wrong, what he couldn't fix.

she sees a hand approaching her shoulder and she flinches, immediately turning to him, jerking herself away at the same time.

what the hell?

ghost retracts his hand away like he'd been burnt. without a second glance, ghost abrupty stood to his feet, storms out the door and went to somewhere.

she couldn't hear his footsteps.

He's as fast as he is quiet, she didn't see or hear him before he's there, standing in front of her with the bottle of pills in his hand.

she sees the white title of the pills, clonidine. unfortuantely, she doesn't take pills. she tried before, and nearly choked on one. it was extremely terrifying experience for her, plus, she tried as a child. pills never worked. she needs more than a simple bottle of pills.

"ghost." the name slips from her lips with a sob, the lump in her throat threatening to explode any moments. "please."

she wanted comfort, like how her father did it for her.

she saw the way his hand clenched around the pill bottle, and she feared her words had triggered something in him. something bad. something like what happened in her dream.

a knife going down on her chest.

a hand came to her head and seeing she didn't flinch this time, did he sits closer. almost shoulder touching. she takes a deep breath - inhaling, exhaling - and her shoulders shakes. she is too frustrated with her mind to feel embarrassment, but she knew it would hit her sooner or later. she had never broken down like this, not in front of him.. or anyone else..

she always been a strong woman, physically and emotionally..

against her better judgement, she finds herself leaning against him. hiding her face in the crook of his clothed neck. she feels him tenses, and for a moment she thinks he'll push her way. but he didn't.

one hand comes to rest on her back, awkwardly running circles. He said nothing, hell, she couldn't even feel if he was breathing. his chin came to rest on top of her head and remained there. it was the most ghost had ever done for her.

morning came.

and he's gone. a smile on her face, lasting only for a fleeting second.

she slept dreamlessly, and for once, it felt like her head was above the waters, not drowning. it feels like he was holding her, like some sort of a pillar. in a way, he was.

( she would've think it was a dream, if it wasn't for the fact a bottle of pill was lying on her bed. he forgot about it.

she never mentioned it, infact, she faked confusion why it was there- despite knowing it very well why, to save ghost's the embarassment.

she appreciated him for doing this. and why he was there, she'll never know.

but it makes her feel a little less alone. a little more understood. and that is something she has not felt in a very long time..

this makes her wonder..

did he have nightmares too? she finds it odd he had nightmare pills out of nowhere. )

A.N i had a nightmare and my girlfriend sort of did this towards me, so inspired by her. decided to make it reality, ha ha. short, but im tired.

perfect excuse.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #task force 141 #call of duty modern warfare #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #task force 141 x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley cod #ghost simon riley #x reader

[saschax]

Hello! I hope you are in good health.

I was wondering, can you do an alphabet with Ghost? Please, and thank you.

Take your time! <3

hello, and i am in good health.

yes, and your welcome..

i hope this is okay, my first time doing this!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

ghost is not affectionate, at all. he is the opposite, antisocial, distant, detached.. reader will only find him affectionate if he's delirious or drunk.

and if reader happens to find him in either situations- which is rare, he'll show affections by just.. touching. he's touch starved, and since he is in a delirious or drunken state, he doesn't know what he's doing.

most likely will pass out, with his head into your neck.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

hm, best friend..?

you'll have to be in the team, task force 141. otherwise, ghost does not interact with strangers. now, best frienddss?...

years, years of work together. years of staying alive, and mutual respect.

be admirable! be impressive, try and catch his eye. if you manages to beat him in sort some of a competition, he'll respect you more.

( i personally think you can beat him if you play your cards right. i think ghost is a risk-taker, so.. use that to your advantage.. i guess. )

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

no.

gO aWay! he'll throw you across the room if you fuckin' cuddle with him! he has claustrophobia, and help me god if you lay on top of him-

anyways, no. no cuddling.

go.

get out.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

NO, no and nO!

he is an workaholic, and his friends dying- might i add, in front of him, only encouraged him to pursue his work.

he is guilty, he feels like their deaths is his fault. and to honour their deaths, he'll continue his line of work.

running away from his work is cowardiance, and a disgrace to his friends' deaths.

no. if he settles down, he can't bear the haunting grief setting on him.

he lives, and got to settle down.

they didn't.

and he (didn't) caused their deaths.

he doesn't deserve to settle down and rest, not after all he done.

the souls of his friends' faces looking at him, with teary eyes. saying "why are you resting?? after you got us killed?? why aren't you getting revenge for us?? you traitor-"

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

straight up to your face. he seen much worse. he'll just bluntly say "i'm done with you, its over."

he has nothing to lose.. well, he lied.

he's not over, he just wanted to end the relationship because he doesn't deserve this, and he feels like you could get a better guy.

a whole man, not half of a man; like him, a shell of a human being.

and he is sort of holding you back from touching him, he doesn't trust you very much either.. so this relationship is hardly beneficial to both parties.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

he is very committed.

not.

if he thinks you're going to dump him, he'll dump you first- to save him from the pain of abandonment.

no marriages, he'd cry, crumble and break again if he sees you in a wedding dress.

he doesn't deserve this, go away go away go away-

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

physically, he's.. cautious but not? for example, if you and him are training. he'll go sheer hard and will use everything he have against you.

no exceptions.

a woman? who cares, lets fight. you're in a goddamn military for fuck's sake. no one is going to go easy on you in real combat.

( you get hurt alot because of him )

EMOTIONALLY?

eMOtIONALLY??

this man, is stone hard, cold, blunt, brash, sassy, and act like he HATES you with his GUTS. he does not let you close. sure, he'll say a few words here and there, but he's not actively revealing his personality to you.

stone cold, ghost.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

hates hugs. it reminds him of his family, roach and johnny all at the same time.

never, he doesn't do it once. even if you and him are best friends. you tried hugging him once (he was having a mental breakdown), he punched you square in the face and shakily left the room.

.. no one knows how his hugs are like, everyone who felt his embrace died and never could tell the story.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

never, and not fast at all. he hates that word too. again, his past.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

doesn't really gets jealous? more like sad if he sees you hanging out with another man more.

abandonment, but again, he did keep pushing you away..

his fault, i guess.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

he never kissed. i dont know.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

i think he is a gentle man when it comes to them, he looks out for them of course. but he doesn't really .. hug.. or do affectionate behaviors- bending down, makes him smaller- less frightening to the kids- he doesn't really do this.

more like a guard dog around them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

you dont know, he's never there when you wakes up. he's up and gone.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

he appears rarely. and if he is sleeping next to you, he'll have some sort of barrier (aka, pillows) blocking you from touching/reaching out to him.

you keep waking up because he keeps squirming.

you get used to this eventually.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I DO not think ghost will reveal things about himself.

he'll just be a different character around you, but never exactly saying his identity (aka, age, full name, how his parents was like, his backstory, etc). just more softer, kinder, and more.. willing if he warms up to you.

does. not. share. his emotions.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

he's very patient, a patient man indeed. no.

he's not patient, he just sounds patient. inside, he's angry.

and every now and then, you'll encounter his outbursts on you. bottled up feelings, leashing hell.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

remembers everything, but he will forget sometimes.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

when he made you laugh, a geninue laugh. it felt nice to make someone happy and not make them upset/sad/annoyed.. y'know...

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

he's protective but not. depends. if you're hanging with a friend, he won't be "HmMmm, ARE YOU SUSPSICOIOUSS???" or try to y'know, get you away.

how? get a guard dog, and he'll also train you about self defense, and what-to-do if this happens.

does not feel the need to be protected by you, and he thinks its a bit offensive. you think he can't protect himself??

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he does put a lot of effort, however, no dates, or anniversaries...

he'll give you plenties of gfits!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

a really bad texter, so expect to get left on read often.. and! staring.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

not insecure about his looks, he knows he looks good. but he is a bit nervous when it comes to showing his scars.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

he's already incomplete, wouldn't make any difference. although, it does make a slightly more void in his life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

doesn't sleep often. he's the type to just..stare at his ceiling or longue around in his room and wait til another mission comes up or something.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

dislikes laziness, in terms of your work ethic. likes somebody who is as committed and hard-working as he is to their job.

HATES. betrayals (also one of the reason why he doesn't quit his working)!! and he does not like dependent people.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he usually fall asleep on sofas, or on uncomfortable things. the bed is wayy too soft for him, not used to it..

NEED SOME LIGHT ON!! in the dark, he sees faces and it creeps him out.

he doesn't like it, so he need some light if he want to sleep better.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #task force 141 #call of duty modern warfare #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #alphabet #headcanons #cod imagine #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #ghost cod

[saschax]

why do u trigger tag lesbians?

just incase people don't like lesbians.. there are some people that dont like this.

[saschax]

Hello ! Would it be possible some nsfw-fluff an Valeria and female reader?, maybe something ab how reader got home and she was tired decided to take a bath and vale followed her? 🤭

gruß (greetings), and of course. ill shall do this.

not entirely sure what fluff means, but it means happy ending (according to the internet)? so, mmm... hope this is good...

sorry for late response. and im terribly sorry if this is bad; im not used to female reader x female (and since im not a female myself, i have no absolutely fucking idea on how they say things amongst themselves)

people aged less than 18+ please skip this as this is not for you. please do not read this. i beg of you, do not.

i am not responsible if your child is reading this, as a parent- it is you who is responsible for your child's media consumption.

if you are 18 or above, feel free to read!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: nsfw, two females are in a romantic relationship

ding.

the door opens for reader, vale stands in front of her with narrowed eyes.

"where you've been, hm??" valeria hums, crossing her arms.

valeria is a bit frustrated reader came home later than planned. they were going to watch a movie when she gets home, but its too late to watch a movie. looking behind reader, it is night time.

getting no response, valeria opens her mouth- brows furrowing in anger, then- as her eyes looks up and down at reader's figure. she freezes.

reader's eyes was slightly droopy, her back hunched over a bit like she was very tired.

tired from work.

valeria softens when reader hugs her. although, valeria didn't quite like the smell of other perfumes on her.

debe haber otras mujeres alrededor de mi chica.. estúpido trabajo..

reader seems to pick up on this, so she lets go.

"am sorry- just- just work caught up to me, thats all." reader finally replies to vale's question.

it is vale's time to be quiet for a moment, reader sees vale's eyes looking her up and down.

"poor baby, you tired?" valeria said with a condescending tone. reader nods her head, "hm, why don't we go to bed? we can..." she tilts her head back at the tv. "watch the movie later."

"sounds okay," reader agrees, moving past valeria to walk to their shared bedroom.

when reader opens the door, realizing her partner isn't following her. she looks over her shoulder, only to see valeria having her arms crossed, and her foot tapping the ground expectingly.

reader's face flashes a goofy tired grin, walking back to valeria and taking her hand- valeria smiles back- and she drags her loving partner into the bedroom.

as they enter the bedroom, reader gently tugs valeria onto the bed and valeria allows the motion, laying on the bed (of course she took her shoes off).

expecting reader to sleep next to her, what she did next surprises her.

reader went into the bathroom.

valeria arches one of her eyebrows, and the next second, she hears water running.

oh? is she taking a bath?

without ME?

not a chance, valeria huffs as she thinks.

letting the water run for a moment, she swings her legs to the side and starts to walk into the bathroom, looks like reader was quick to get into the bathtub as she sees her there- well, she isn't laying in the bathrub- reader is standing, preparing to lay down.

reader eyes is wide, bug eyed. trying to cover herself with her hands (she's completely naked) while keeping her balance on the slippery bathtub.

reader feels nervous, but it looks like valeria is enjoying this- her smirk says it all.

"well, it seems like you need some help getting clean," vale said playfully, stepping closer to the tub and reaching out to turn off the faucet.

reader's face is red as a tomato at this point, still covering herself as much as possible. this is embarrassing!

valeria tries to move her hands away, only to met with resistance. with a tsk, she pulls harder, and reader relents.

"sit down." she says, humming after.

reader lets out an audible gulp, sitting. of course, when valeria wants her to move in a certain spot- she moved.

now, valeria is currently behind her- with reader showing her back to valeria.

reader's heart races as vale's touch sent shivers down her spine. they had been together for quite some time now and shared everything else - why not share a shower too?

as much as her mind scream she likes this- her body is stiffening. she's not used to this sort of touches on her body.

as vale begins running a soap-covered hand over her shoulders, gently massaging away any tension or stress from work or life in general, reader couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure at the sensation coursing through her body.

after a moment of doing this, vale's hands trails lower down reader's body, slowly gliding over her soft curves and sensitive areas. she feels the heat emanating from reader's skin as she presses closer against her, their wet bodies molding together like two halves of a whole.

reader gasps when she felt vale's fingers dip beneath the water and brush against her most intimate place.

her hips buckle slightly in response to the unexpected touch but vale holds onto her tightly, keeping them both upright in the tub.

"you like that?" vale whispers huskily into reader's ear before moving lower to kiss along her neck and collarbone.

the sensation sent shivers up and down reader's spine as she moans softly at this newfound pleasure.

feeling embarrassed of her moans and soft little gasps- sounds vale happens to like so much, vale sees a hand sneaking their way up to reader's mouth- effectively almost drowning, if not, all their sweet little noises.

"no, no, carino, i want to hear you.." she tsks, using a free hand to moves reader's hand away, although slowly and gently, away from her mouth.

the noises continues, and every now and then- she hears a whimper.

god, it sounded beautiful. she'd kill to hear that sound forever.

vale's mouth moves upward, pausing her little attacks on reader's neck and instead, begins to bite reader's earlobe.

even reader's ears seems to be blushing red, and this only seems to make reader's cuter in vale's eyes.

"vale- ngh- i'm going to- ngh- cum-!" reader whimpers, the last word being said in a higher pitched when vale sped up her movements.

"si, si, come on my fingers mi amor." valeria eggs her on, and the last two words were reader's undone.

seeing white, she lets out a silent scream. the springy coil in her snaps..

vale however, did not relent. even after reader came down from her high, she kept going.

whimpers and pleads of stop is encouraging for valeria, only making her go faster and faster.

i think reader made valeria addicted to her sounds and wants to hear more...

XD....

after, with reader passing out, thanks to valeria's strength. she cleans reader, of course she had to renew the water, dressed reader, and places reader gently in bed.

all the while, reader was snoring happily away. into dreamlands.

and as valeria settles into the bed, last thing she says was..

"love you, mi amor." and with that, settles her head into reader's neck and sleeps.

what did i write

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #valeria garza #valeria x you #valeria garza x you #i hope this is okay. #call of duty modern warfare #valeria mw2

[saschax]

If it’s not too much to ask, could you write a nsfw one of the Valeria x afab taller reader? Again, no rush. Ty!

hi! i am doing it. sorry for late response, work caught up to me and i was celebrating my sister's birthday.

should come out in a day or so; tomorrow, i will have time to sit down and write.

( also, i have no idea if you are the same anonymous person as the last request. if you aren't, send me another anonymous request please anddd ill do this! )

[saschax]

Hi!! Is it possible you could write a fic about Valeria with a tall partner? Specifically an afab reader? No rush! -🎀

hi, hope you are doing well.

to answer your question, yes and i will do it. you are my first request (using the request box, that is), so i am quite excited to do this.

since you did not specify what you want, and your words did not hint any nsfw, ill be going with sfw for this one.

sorry, i didnt have much ideas for this one. but i can certainly try and do another one if you did not like this one.

( if you want nsfw, please tell me and ill do it )

whimsy

(n) playfully quaint or fanciful behavior or humor.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: none? other than two females are in a romantic relationship.

room was bathed in a soft, warm light, courtesy of the lamp in the corner, as valeria and her partner cozied up on the couch. valeria, her muscles relaxed against her partner, let out a contented sigh, reader fingers idly tracing patterns on her arm.

"mm, ¿qué estás pensando?" valeria asks.

(mm, what are you thinking?)

reader huffs, looking down at her- pulling her closer. "nothin', just enjoying, mi amor." she reply, tone light and teasing.

valeria scoffs, but a smile plays on her face when she leans into reader's neck affectionately. "you're too big, ¿lo sabías?" her voice fakes annoyance.

(did you know that?)

reader giggles, wrapping her arms tighter around valeria. "and you're too short, cariño." she shots back.

valeria rolls her eyes, but her smile went wider. "well, at least I'm closer to the ground. more practical," she retorts, her fingers finding a ticklish spot on her partner's side.

reader squirmed, letting out a laugh. "touché," they concedes, before retaliating with a playful poke of their own.

"hey now, none of that!" valeria protested, squirming away from their touch.

"you started it!"

"yeah, yeah, blame it on the short girl," valeria huffs, giving reader a mean side-eye, then she looks at the pillows beside reader.

reader blinks at valeria confusingly.

"what are you-"

valeria grabs the nearest cushion and swung it at her partner, who retaliated with equal fervor with a gasp.

feathers flew through the air as they dodged and weaved around the room, their laughter filling the cozy space.

valeria ducked behind the couch, using it as a makeshift barrier, while her partner took cover behind a nearby armchair.

"¡ay, no te escondas!" valeria calls out, launching a barrage of pillows in reader's direction.

her partner peeked out from behind the armchair, a pillow poised for attack. "¡te atraparé!" she declares playfully, before darting out and engaging in a pillow fight frenzy.

eventually, breathless and flushed with exhilaration, they collapsed onto the couch in a heap of giggles and pillows.

#valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #valeria mw2 #cod #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare

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delirium

(n) a sudden and serious change in mental abilities that causes confusion and reduced awareness of the surroundings.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: delirium (as the name suggests), a bit boring?

ghost is sick, and he was shot on his side, causing alot of blood to spill out.

however.

there was one problem.

the radio was broken, reader accidentally dropped the radio somewhere around her run, and since ghost was shot at the moment- she had no choice but leaved the radio (she didnt know where it was, and the two was being shot at) and recused ghost.

she cursed herself for dropping the radio, but she just couldn't help but flinced when she heard ghost lets out a pained grunt.

thankfully, ghost was awake at the time, so reader didn't have to carry him- correction: she couldn't carry him, she's not that strong.. so ghost limping, but reader trying her best to make him walk, they both went somewhere.

they're safe. for now, and when they got to a safe location, she patched up ghost to the best of her ability.

ghost, passed out behind her, and the two is in an abandoned barn. ghost been passed out for, 20 minutes now? she thinks.

she makes sure to stand watch, and also making sure to check other windows to make sure no one is sneaking up on the other side.

she hears a shuffle, and immediately turns, her gun pointing at the noise.

false alarm.

its just ghost moving, but just incase- she did a quick scan over in the building.

she moves towards the injured lieutenant, but then moves to the side slightly to pick up an uncapped water bottle, almost full.

handing ghost the bottle dutifully. he takes it, lift his mask slightly above the nose, drains it in entirety (reader watches with bug-eyes), then passes out again. she could tell because his head just lopsided, and his hand that held the bottle just fell to his side, releasing the bottle in the process.

she watches the bottle slides somewhere, her eyebrows arched in amazement.

"...well." she says, staring at him, "he was definitely thirsty."

looking out the window, its starting to get a bit dark outside. she sighs, hoping no one- well, she hopes their team finds them, but she certainly didn't want any enemies to find them, capture or kill them.

that didn't sound too ... good.

she giggles a bit when she leans in and down a bit to lower ghost's mask.

—

the next time ghost wakes up, its in the middle of the night.

its not hard to miss, when reader is watching outside the window. he jolts up like someone just shocked him, suddenly breathing erratically, and she nearly drops her weapon in an effort to get to his side and makes sure he doesn't ruin the stiches she made.

"hey! its me—reader!" she drops the weapon, raising her hands to show she means no harm as she quickly approaches. ghost's head snaps up to her, then stares.

reader experienced him in this state (usually happens when he get nightmares) plenty of time, enough to know to what to do.

when he doesn't do anything, reader motions for him to stay where he is and grabs any water bottle in her backpack.

like before, ghost downs it greedily, only giving it once the bottle is sucked dry. and after that, he lowers his mask this time. she takes it gently away from him.

"you must be thirsty," a weak smile makes their way onto her face.

nothing, and the silence made her laugh nervously, haha..

"Haw aa ya feelin'?" she asks him.

moment went by, and ghost is still staring at her. making reader go uneasy.

whats even more uneasy is..

ghost who is jumpier than both her and the entire army combined; ghost who stays up all night with twitchy hands; ghost who scarfed down anything they gave him without preference or complaint like he was starving; ghost who was so goddamn weird that it made her head hurt.

the masked man felt untouchable— a phantom, a ghost.

ghost was painfully palpable to the point where even he seemed surprised when someone else would touch him. as if he thought they would just phase right through him somehow.

really, seeing him injured and hurting felt impossible. like reader had forgotten that under that mask of his, he was just some regular guy that could get shot and pass out as much as she or gaz-- price-- or the entire army could.

it confused her more than anything.

and she can't tell if ghost is processing anything. even with the mask on, he seems dazed. not all there and struggling to process what reader is saying at all.

then abruptly, he jerks forward and grabs one of reader's wrist. she freezes but ghost didn't pay much attention to that, instead looking at her very seriously - or at least, it feels like he is.

then he surprises her by speaking.

"not safe here," ghost's voice is strangled and cracks, but he forces the words out urgently. "you need to run- leave me- you need to get out of here-- makarov!"

its the mention of makarov that has reader catching on. she cuts ghost before he gets hysterical. "we're not there anymore- we moved to a different place! we're safe, i promise."

an empty promise, but she hopes ghost'll calm down.

its hard to get a read on him without seeing his expression. reader thinks that was purposeful, but his grip on her does go slack in disbelief.

"its fine," she continues, because the last thing either of them needs is him freaking out like a madman. "makarov, he's not here. its safe."

she thinks he believes her. she goes to pull away, but then ghost tugs him back, less urgent but still insistent.

she frowns but ghost ignores her. his head drifting down to look at her hands. when reader tries to move again, not only is she pulled back but ghost's grip is tightened. not painful but it certainly catches her attention.

ghost shifts, audibly wincing at first but seems to make room like he wants reader to shift next to him. this fact is confirmed when he tugs reader's wrist again, pulling her closer.

curious, she complies. she carefully settles in the now empty spot next to ghost, unsure of what exactly he wants.

it feels uncomfortable, leaning on this wooden pole.

ghost finally lets go but moves hastily like he thinks he’s on some sort of time limit. one of his gloves is tugged off revealing a pale hand underneath, then said hand quickly grabs reader's wrist again.

skin touches skin and ghost's breath hitches but he seems focused on something else. two fingers are pressed against reader's wrist, and after a moment, reader realizes that he’s checking her pulse.

she looks up, her eyes landing on ghost's mask. then it went down to look at ghost's ungloved hand.

she never really saw his hand before, despite knowing eachother for months.

this is the first time she saw something of his skin.

she doesn't understand why he is doing this, but it seems to calm him down slightly so she doesn't make any objections.

"alive." ghost rasps. he seems to be mostly talking to himself.

okay.. so he thinks she was dead? "yes, i'm alive." she confirms.

his head jerks up, looking around wildly, "roach—! soap—!"

she stares at him confusingly, brows furrowed. roach? soap? who the-

ghost starts to get up, making her panick and blurt out some words. "they're fine! they are just.. just picking some things." audible gulps came from her.

his hand curls around reader's wrist again, almost… protectively? “makarovl won’t toch you— i swear it.”

“there’s no danger—” she tries but ghost cuts her off.

“can’t risk it. you can’t die.” His tone sounds desperate now. 

she nods absentminddly, she never knew ghost.. ghost would act or behave, or even talk like this. seems way out of his character, what is going on?

"okay, okay.." she relents. "ill stay here.. not. going anywhere.."

ghost seems to melt with relief and presses against reader's side like he’s afraid she's suddenly going to disappear on him. which is weird because reader was under the impression that ghost actively didn’t like being touched from how he flinched at so much as someone brushing up against him but now he seems almost… content? is that the right word here?

“uh.” she says, because what else is she supposed to say?

moments passes.

and the next words suprised her.

"fix it." he breathes out, moving closer to her. like he's about to lean her head against her chest.

"fix what?" she asks.

"me."

and that made her quiet, but ghost didn't mind. that was evident as he fell asleep.

—

she hears doors opening, which caused her to try and get out of ghost's grasp, whose grip becomes even tighter.

"ghost- let me go-" she whispers as quietly as she can, keeping her eyes on the door. now she's not trying to get out- but get her gun thats laying in front of her.

ghost mumbles something incoherently, can't care about this now- she grips the gun, held it correctly and aims it at the door.

fuck- get off me ghost!

and to her relief, she sees captain price going through the door. not some enemies.

how did they find them?

"price—!" and when price immediately turns to the two, her heart jumps and she splutters, "blue! blue!"

that seems to get price to slightly lower his gun, looking at them with widen eyes, specifically at ghost.

the man in question has his head pressed against reader's chest, and is sprawled out on top of her, his arms seem tightly wound around reader's torso.

"is he fucking cuddling you?" price blurts out the second his thoughts catches up to him. he shuts the door behind him at last, and makes his way over to them like he can't believe his eyes.

"uh, yeah. i think so?" she laughs quietly, looking down at ghost. "he kinda just did that. on his own." after a pause, she adds, "he's really out of it."

“yeah, I kinda figured that part out.” price can’t suppress a laugh. “this feels like a fever dream.”

"mmm." is what she responds.

and ever since ghost got better, he been avoiding reader like a plague.

thanks price, for telling him and the whole damn team! she groans internally in her mind, fuckin' price can't keep a damn secret.

and worse is.. task force 141 thinks they're in a relationship or somethin'..

A.N i gave up on pervert könig, there were hardly any details about him, and i dont know what to search up on youtube because its all.. edits, not him. so, i cant find any ideas for him, sorry guys.

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repatriation.

(n.) return of a thing or person to its or their country of orgin.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: sexual content, overstimulation, degradation (slut), and im not sure what else?

people aged less than 18, please do not raed.

P.S i tried to make it "overly dominant" or "needy", but i dont think i did it..

im sorry, this is my first time writing sex and my head sort of just.. went with the flow? not really thinking of anything. so if you are the requester and is not pleased with this, please let me know and ill try again.

reader is "afab".

price were gone for an operation, however, reader wasn't aware he'd come back home early.

she would've prepared something for him, like dinner, or at least wear something pretty.

when price walks in, she's on the coach. folding up clothes, then puts the folded clothes besides her.

price hums quietly, his eyes looking up and down her form. he made sure to close the door, looking back at her to make sure she didn't hear.

price laughs internally as he walks into the kitchen, the kitchen has two ways of entering or leaving, the kitchen led to the door that led inside and outside of the house, and it also led into the living room- the room reader is in currently.

stopping at the entrance of the living room, now all he could see is the back of her head.

stepping lightly, making sure not to stomp his boots, he makes his way over to her.

now arm distance, he slowly snakes his arm around her neck, of course he had to bend in the process.

he hears her gasp and feels her stiffen in his hold. not a second after, she whips her head, widened eyes blinks at him.

price smiles, watching her face transformed into a happy expression.

"hi baby!" she wriggles slightly, trying to move into a postion where she could hug him back.

"no, dove, stay still." he requests, putting his head into her neck, inhaling her scent.

she giggles quietly, his warm breath tickling. "how was work?" she asks, her hands drifting upwards to hold his arms.

she waits patiently as he hums in thought, his head moved to look down at her.

"it was okay. im happy to be with you." he mumurs the last part, like he didn't want her to hear it.

whether he did or not, reader didn't know but she giggles, confirming price's supsicions she did infact heard him.

"oh, is that so?" she asks, her brows raising. john didn't see it.

"mmhm," he lets go her, going around the couch, his hand and her hand holds eachother, and when he sat down, he was mindful to not ruin her pile of folded clothes.

he kisses her palm, resting his head on her shoulder blade. john feels her hand slowly wrapping themselves around his neck, hugging him.

as price and her continue their intimate moment on the couch, they both feel a sense of comfort and longing for each other.

her hands gently caress price's back as he nuzzles into her shoulder, taking in her sweet scent.

she shifts slightly, unintentionally brushing against price.

she hitches her breath when he inhales sharply at the contact. he opens his eyes, looking at her chin.

she tilts her head back to meet john's gaze, her lips parting in anticipation. his head inches away from her, no longer resting.

john looks up, landing on her eyes for a moment. then he allows his gaze goes downward, on her lips.

without a word- sneaking a glance at her eyes for a moment- john captures her mouth in a kiss, his hunger for her evident in every touch.

during the kisses, reader notices her husband's hands changed positions, he broke the kiss first.

john chuckles as she squeaks, startled of being picked up in a bridal style suddenly.

reader stares at his loving eyes, eyes that is focusing on going to their bedroom than on her. she frowns at this, but john looks down at her with a smile for a flickering moment before looking up.

he must've saw her frown out of the corner of his eyes.

she flinches, her eyes widening. did john just kick the door open?

and without a second thought, john puts her down on the bed.

his gaze burning with hunger as he hovers over her.

"someone's feeling excited," she teases.

john growls softly, his pants feeling tight. his eyes dark with desire, he trails his fingers lightly down her arms, sending shivers down her spine. "hou have no idea how long i've been thinking about this moment," he murmurs huskily.

"i've been waiting for you," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a primal growl, John captures her lips in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming over her body possessively. "you're mine, all mine," he growls against her skin, his breath hot.

He teases her with feather-light touches, igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume them both. "You drive me crazy," he whispers, his voice rough with need.

~

he slid a finger in easily followed by another and another. When he believed she was fully stretched, he had slid in, burying his cock as deep as he could, breath heavy against her skin.

He didn’t move for a few moments, seemingly savoring the feeling. she sighs softly, it feels enjoyable.

she reaches back, running her hand through his hair. he leans, its feels good.

 After a moment he begins fucking into her again, holding her stomach with his hand and he pulls her closer to him.

"john," she whispers.

"jo- oh!" she let out a startled noise, john roughly moved reader, pushing a hand to the back of her head so her face hit the pillows, and pulling her hips up, drilling into her from behind.

she moans loudly, reaching her hand back to try and slow him down only to have it snatched along with her other one and held behind her back.

john lifts her slightly, her back arching as he holds her face above the pillow as his hip slams into her over and over.

"john," she cries out, "please slow down for a second."

her voice was a high whine as she spoke.

"you can take it,” he groans, squeezing her hands a bit tighter. “i know you can. your cunt is taking me so well, i know you don’t need me to slow down.” His hip snaps a bit harder a few times before returning to their bruising pace.

she lets out a loud whines. he picks her up fully, letting go of her hands so he could grip her stomach and hold her to his chest.

he went impossibly deeper, hitting something in her that had her seeing stars as she came around him. 1st.

he chuckles lowly in her ear before laving his tongue from the bottom of her neck to beside her mouth.

"what did i tell you?" he drops her back onto the bed, hand retreating from her stomach to grips her rear. "now, give me another."

a loud moan rips from her throat at the feeling of being so impossibly close to another orgasm after just having one, but his pace was relentless.

she gripped the sheets with shaky hands as he pounds into her, not relenting for a moment. a hand was on her clit again, rolling it expertly, forcing another orgasm from her.

she screams something incomprehensible as she came around him again, but he didn’t stop, his deep laugh filling the room again.

“there we go, dove. you keep count, okay? im going to rip as many as i can from you before you give out. i might not even stop then.” his words and the feeling of him still moving makes her wall flutters around him. “you like that? you like being used like a little fuckdoll? a cumdump just for me.”

she tries speaking, but no word comes out, just a garbled mess of sounds.

he leans over her, pressing a few kisses to her shoulder blades before he finally stills for a moment.

he pulls out, and she makes a noise of confusion.

he flips her onto her back so she could see him.

he plunges into her again in an instant, big hands grips her waist as she tries to pull away.

“come on, dove, be a good little girl and fucking take it.”

her eyes roll back as a hand moves to grope one of her breasts then he bends down, taking the free nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth before sucking. she arches into his touch, mumbling pathetically.

“joh- john-” she cries.

he lifts one of her legs over his shoulder. he presses his lips harsly against her own.

she feels herself approaching a third orgasm, the overstimulation turning her brain into mush.

“That’s it, pretty dove,” he whispers as she convulses underneath him, tears gathering in her eyes.

it was too much, too fast, and she couldn’t even find it in her to be angry as he praised her. “You’re doing so well for me. So, so, good.”

she shakily raises her hands to grip at his back, pawing at the shirt. he grunts at the feeling and lifts himself lightly, discarding the shirt in one swift motion.

when he drops himself back down to kiss me again, she runs her tongue along his, swirling it and moaning, nails digging into his back.

john lets out a quiet moan at the feeling and gave a sharp snap of his hips before returning to his pace.

“stop it.” he growls a warning.

however, she didn't listen- continuing to scratch. "stop scratching me, you bitch-" he thrusts into her hard, making her gasp from shock. her hands finally resting beside her.

when she stops her scratches, he begins sucking on her neck, forcing bruises into the flesh, marks that belongs to him. in the process, he locks her hands above her head.

she blinks blearily at him, eyes heavy lidded.

“oh? Is the pretty baby fucked out of her mind already? we’ve barely even started...”

she mumbles a mess of words and whimpers, pressing herself against his chest as she feels herself cumming again.

his hips faltering as he cums as well, filling her up as he rocks against her gently.

she lets out a sigh, 'is it done?' god, she hopes it is. she don't think her lower region could take another orgasm.

he had came, and that's all he wanted. right?

wrong.

her thoughts got interupted by john pulling out his cock only to be replaced by his fingers. she weakly tries to push his fingers away from her pathetically, a whine slipping from her throat.

"no, john- wait a second," she garbles out, but he just stares at her holding her hips with his free hand, so she didn't move- his fingers still pumping inside of her though.

"john, please just a second!"

she felt gross, his cum mixing with hers and slipping out of her around his fingers and down her ass to the bed, soaking the sheet. tears start to fall down from her eyes at the overstimulation, and she push harder at his hands.

"come on, baby. don't you want to be a good girl for me? a good little slut?" his fingers slow down, not going as fast as it did before.

she cries out as he curls his finger toward the spot in her that made her vision go white.

“I- I wan-na be good, but ple-please,” she cries desperately. “I can’t-can’t.”

"yes, you can." he muses. "you're my good girl, you can take it."

her body flushes at the praise, and her hands still for a moment.

"yeah? you like that? you like being my good little girl? my little babydoll who takes what I give her. you think you can give me another one?"

she shakes her head, no. but she couldn't deny the coil in her stomach tightening again. her lower region practically sucking his fingers back in.

"wanna cum again, little dove? be a good girl for me?" he teases, edging her on.

she opens her mouth in a silent scream as she came again, her vision going blurry with white as her body tenses, shaking lightly.

john smiles at her, leaning down to kiss her, grinning in the action.

she paws at his lower stomach, one of the only places she could reach and she made a confused noise at how wet he is.

john chuckles, breaking the kiss. she looks up at him, expecting an answer.

an answer she never got.

his hands, paused, gave his wife some time to regain her breath. after deciding she had enough break, he continues. his other hand joining it by pressing against her clit before rolling around in circles. “You’re doing so well.”

"i- i" she lolls her head to the side, going numb.

john waches her close her eyes, watches her leans her head against the pillow. then one of his hands pulls her leg from his shoulder and drops it to the bed.

grabbing both of her legs and pushes it up, pressing her legs against her chest.

he watches her hand reach out weakly, he heard whimpers from her mouth as he enters again, cock pressing as far as it could inside of her.

fuck, its hot, warm. with a grit of his teeth, drowning his moans, he pulls out almost all the way only to push back in.

"john," she whimpers. and god, does it sound heavenly. makes him want more.

he lets out a low breath, and presses a hand to her face, thumb running along her cheekbones. "yeah, dove?" he groans out the last word, her wall clenching around him.

"please."

he chuckles lightly and sinks in again. her mouth slightly parts, drool coming out of her mouth.

he groans as he pulls out slowly and then push in, his pace slow enough to make reader squirm. "just one more, huh, dove? one more? that's all i want."

she whimpers and closes her eyes as his pace picks back up, not as intense as the last time. thankfully for her, but its enough for her breath to get caught in her throat. she feels something picks her hand up (she still held her eyes close) and holds it to his mouth gently, kissing the palm as he holds it to his face, something oddly soft as he drills her into the matress.

just one more? i could do one more. she groans to herself as he leans forward.

she opens her eyes, her gaze landing on john.

"wann-nna be goo-ood," she slurs out, his hips stars to falter again, slowing as if to draw it out.

he hums deeply, he then press another kiss to her palm. "then cum, dove. be good and cum."

her body, as if wanting to just follow his orders, came for a final time. that was all she feels before she finally went slack, passing out.

P.S köng version will be coming out in a few dazs or so, i dont know him so, research. i cringed writing this, but im getting. used.. to it.

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[saschax]

ghost headcannons.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: intense negative emotions (experiences strong feelingsof anger, resentment, anxiety, and stress), grudge holding (hold onto negative feelings), emotional surpression, isolation and touch deprivation (isolated and unaccustomed to phsyical contact, which he yearns for), trauma-related fear, sexual anxiety, mental distress (experiences a lot of mental distress and anxiety, which is exacerbated during intimate situations.) nsfw (sexual content)

safe for work.

ghost is an individual who is deeply angered, seeking vengeance, and filled with intense resentment.

contrary to the popular belief that ghost is understanding, compassionate, or forgiving, i personally perceive him as stern, and he has a tendency to hold onto grudges.

although he might seem “peaceful” on the surface, there’s a storm brewing within him, as he suppresses his anger. this is a detrimental habit of his. in general, his internal emotional state is typically dominated by anxiety, stress, hatred, and fury.

ghost is isolated…

in my opinion. he is deprived of physical contact, but it doesn’t help when he recoils or twitches every time someone accidentally brushes against him. ghost struggles to communicate that he doesn’t dislike the touch, he’s just not accustomed to it (and in fact, he yearns for it more than anything), but he keeps this to himself.

building on the previous point, he is fearful of intimate gestures.

such as hand-holding, close proximity (he doesn’t mind this if it occurs during missions, as long as it’s necessary. e.g., door breaching), and so forth. this fear stems from his traumatic experiences with such gestures…

i believe this is referred to as haphephobia?

ghost has a leaner physique.

in my view. he is strong, but not overly muscular. he’s not leaner than soap or any other guys, though, he’s still a bit more muscular than them.

his build aligns with the original ghost’s, just with a bit more muscle to support the current one.

ghost falls ill frequently.

since ghost doesn’t really take good care of himself, such as getting adequate sleep or consuming enough food/drinks, he tends to fall sick easily.

and he never discloses this to anyone and continues to carry out his missions.

ghost experiences nightmares during his sleep.

and because his dreams are so vivid, he temporarily forgets a person (like soap, if he is dreaming about soap. e.g., soap gets brutally attacked) for a while when he wakes up.

his brain temporarily suppresses certain memories of his to shield him from stress, but they always resurface later…

not safe for work.

ghost is timid, hesitant.

it’s already a small wonder if you somehow manage to have him above you, he’s not accustomed to being this exposed and he feels like he’s on the verge of being sick.

he’s just… unfamiliar with this, trembling the entire time.

this is the real him, a guy with full of anxiety, troubles. a guy who is told to "hide your fear", and don't show weaknesses. his whole fucking walls are falling down because of alot of things are going through his head.

he tends to pause frequently.

don’t worry if he pauses his thrusts, it’s just him reflecting on… certain matters.

you’ll need to gently draw him out of his thoughts if you want him to continue, his eyes fixated on the pillow, lost in thought, is making you worried.

P.S i always imagined ghost as person with mental problems, considering his backstory.

please let me know if this is not canon! i am german so i dont really know the plot very well, im still learning.

(i dont know english pronouncations, just how to type the words)

ill be posting a "dominant and needy" john price fanfiction tomorrow, unknown time. its nsfw.

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[saschax]

any ideas for me? i can make any characters, like valeria, price, soap, any!

but remember, I am new to this fandom, so when you make a request, it might not come out schnell (fast), it can take a few days since i try my best to research and make it as canon as possible.

if there's something uncanon about the characters, bitte (please) let me know, and i will keep note for next time.

as a German, I do not know the entire storyline, so bear with me.

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[saschax]

metamorphosis

(n) a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one

TRIGGER WARNINGS: death (described in detail), violence (acts such as killing and torture), grief and loss (protagonist experiences), suicidal ideation (thinking suicide)

please keep in mind this is my first post, and english is not my native language, i speak German. feel free to correct me if any errors is made in the story.

P.S i try to make ghost canon as much as possible, but i dont really know the story so i put a lot of research.

ghost felt himself as if he died completely, his heart stopped working when he witnessed johnny, died. making his soul even heavier, being weighed down by grief.

he wasn't always like this, full of hatred, anger, regret, and remorse. he wasn't always baring his teeth like a cornered stray dog. he didn't always have bloodshot eyes looking for a way out, but never could find a way.

he wasn't always like this, he used to be happy, loving, kind, talkative.

until his family died.

until he was tortured, buried alive with his dead teammate.

until he learned how to kill.

until he lost two friends: roach, and johnny.

ghost hated roach, but at the same time, loved him.

ghost hated the fact that roach saw the wounded and scared animal behind his gnashing teeth, hated him for showing him what it feels like to be held again, to show him how love and companionship feels.

the concept of being held was so strange to him, a language he couldn't understand until roach showed him.

but ghost loved the feeling of companionship, he found warmth in it. he found joy in it, he felt.. seen, roach saw more in him than just a convenient tool for him to have.

ghost's heart fluttered when roach placed all of his trust in him, ghost felt held, and ghost had someone to run to.

it all came crashing down.

roach was shot, the bullet struck his heart directly, blood pouring out rapidly.

ghost, being there, tried his best to help- he cried tears, something he'd never do for a friend, panicked and did everything he can.

roach was dying, gasping mouthful of air, trying to stay alive.

he couldn't stop roach from bleeding or stop the cardiac arrest.

roach was dead, laid in his pool of blood and- and- ghost- he- he failed.

he failed miserably. broke his own promise to himself, a promise that was meant to save roach.

and no matters how many times he assaulted the walls, cried his heart out, no matter how many-

roach, is not coming back. and ghost, failed to save him.

what good is he if he fucking failed to save his friend?

no wonder he couldn't save his own family, he's useless. he's not good at protecting, he doesn't know how. only thing he knows like the back of his hand is to kill.

and when roach died, roach mercilessly chewed his walls, stole his hopes, his joy, and his happiness, with him before going to heaven or God-know where he is.

ghost screamed, and snarled like some sort of a feral dog, begging for roach to give him his other half back- his hopes, his joy back. clawing at the surface, just give it back..

all ghost has is just half of him, the half that is cruel, mean, full of darkness, its all he have.

roach gave him a lesson, a lesson that meant friends are not worth the pain. roach gave him eyes that seen too much, and made ghost hopeless, hardening his shell.

ghost cannot let the same thing happened to him- he can't go through hell and back again. ghost knows he deserved it but its hurt, its hurt so much.

if ghost could go back in time and change the clock, he would. he would let roach's friendship go unanswered. he should've never welcomed in the companionship, the happiness, the pain was too much.

it made ghost felt cornered, deaths, unhappiness, regret, and hatred surronding him. mocking him. he can't escape them.

every time he loves something, death come.

every time he found happiness, something terrible happens.

every time.. history kept repeating themselves over and over and over again, it have ghost's head reeling.

ghost keep running and running, but they always seem to catch up to him. ghost keep scratching the black surface in futile hopes of clawing his way out.

he always seems to be standing on the dark side, all alone. and he gets envious of people who is happy, having a good life, a life he never had.

roach never deserved the death, if anything, roach deserved to live and died of old age.

ghost should've been the one shot, it better anyway because it would've end ghost's misery, it would've break his unhappiness streak because dying seems to be the only happy option he have in his hands.

then soap came into his life, and again, he felt a flicker of hope.

he knows this all too well, history is about to repeat itself.

but as the time turned into weeks, then months- nothing happened. sure, there was chaos, deaths all around them, but soap didn't die yet, surprisingly.

roach and soap was so similar, but at the same time, so glaringly different.

ghost saw roach in soap, of course they were two different beings but still.

just when ghost started becoming closer with.. with johnny, his walls slowly crumbling, letting johnny in.

maybe johnny could change his destiny of being alone.

and ghost fell.

ghost tried his hardest to try and hold onto johnny's hands, but ghost felt his hands gotten sweaty, accidentally letting johnny's fall into another realm.

ghost shouted his name when he saw johnny dead on the ground, kneeling beside him. ghost's wounds reopened, he wanted to tear his heart out.

he failed.

again.

he seemingly can't shed a tear, it was like his mind already knew what was going to happen, but ghost was too busy staring at the light, admiring it before it faded, leaving him alone in the dark.

ghost's soul feels missing, like all of him is gone.

roach took half of him, and now johnny took the other, or well, what left. the two left ghost scrambling for his lost self, on the ground trying to pick himself together but he can't.

they stole it from him, hid it from him somewhere he will never find.

he returned to his room, seeing a gun on his desk.

oh, how easy it would to kill himself right now.

but he can't.

he tried before, could never pulled the trigger. every time he tried, it felt like his fingers went through it.

the death of johnny made price scrambling to find new blood into the team, trying to fill the void, a 3-man team won't work considering their sort of operations.

ghost laughed hollowing, no one could replace johnny or roach for that matter, even if the two stole his soul and his bleeding, wounded heart.

ghost still love them, and he's going to honor their memories the only way he knows how.

continue the fight they started, until he dies or win the war.

maybe..

maybe he was meant to be alone angry confused angry sad alone regret grief alone with no one to turn or run to.

maybe he's not supposed to have someone.

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