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alwaysshallow · 1 month

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you need to be careful what you say to ghost.

no matter if you're in a talking stage, dating, situationship, if this man cares about you, absolutely do not say that you wish you could kill someone.

not debatable. you just shouldn't say that; as anyone else would laugh it off, he weirdly... starts to question you. not the usual questions how was your day, what happened etc.

"and what would you do to him?" he asks, while massaging your back. "choke him? stab him in the back, make people watch?"

"he just deserves to be out of my life, out of this job. i wish he wouldn't bother anyone again, i wish everyone just could forget him," you say—almost mindlessly, as ghost makes you feel relieved. not actually caring anymore, as it's another day of your annoying coworker.

simon just hums at that.

the next day, your coworker... he's gone. days, then weeks of not seeing him; no one actually knows where he is, he just wrote an email to your boss about moving on and taking new opportunities.

"it's just weird." you shrug, looking at simon's reaction; he's cooking dinner now, seeming completely unfazed by your revelation at work.

"probably found a better life," he says.

probably he did.

#had to get it out of my system #ghost x reader #x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #ghost imagines #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #cod x reader #call of duty imagines

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saksukei · 7 months

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subtle things simon ‘ghost’ riley does for you

masterlist | simon has a crush on you | captain john price version

everybody on the base is aware of one thing. first – to not mess with the skull masked lieutenant. second – to not mess with the skull masked lieutenant’s favorite. it's clear that simon has taken a liking to you, but he disguises it well enough for it to sweep under your radar.

just knowing eye stares. god. he's such a sucker for just staring at you, be it when you guys are training, when there's a meeting going on, in the barracks, when somebody says something stupid. he looks to you as a form of reassurance, giving you a slight nod most of the time. this is his way to communicate. he's thankful for his mask because he knows damn well he's blushing underneath when his eyes meet yours and you give him a big grin.

speaking of eye contact, if any time ghost says something sarcastic under his breath and you hear it despite being across the room, he will absolutely wink at you. it's disguised so so well omg. especially if you mention something that's a known joke between the two of you, god he’ll just lean back, give you a wink and continue listening to the briefing. (he also subtly checks you out by the way)

has a habit of just messing your hair. he knows it irritates you, but that's just his way of showing affection. the first time he reached out his gloved hand to mess your hair, price just grinned. he knew simon was smitten.

he lets you ramble on and on about things you like, dislike, philosophical debates, anything really, with him occasionally adding quips. soap is so shocked at simon’s change of attitude because when he talks for a minute, the lieutenant just asks him to shut up.

he secretly makes things easy for you. like you gotta carry big boxes to the warehouse? they’ll be done before you know it. a report is holding you up? it's already stapled and on your desk. “what else?” he asks. he's terribly intuitive as well, so he knows when something is bothering you.

has a habit of just standing behind you. that's his way of looking out for you. and if he senses any danger, you best believe he's gonna be on his A game. be it a sniper or be it some new private that made a suggestive remark, he’ll put them straight.

he's your biggest supporter except he's constipated in actually supporting. you did pretty well on a mission? most you’re getting out of him is “you did good, yeah?” but that's it.

he's also so so smug with his remarks. i’m talking constant shit eating grins, smirks, fucking irritating cocky behavior but he’s so hot with it. “you think you can take on me?” even with his mask on, u can just tell!! “oh yeah? c'mere and prove me wrong”

fucking simp enjoys training with you soooo much like especially the ‘first one to get pinned loses’ he puts you down so easily. but then he coaches you as well “c’mon you can fight better than this” as he points out other techniques to use. “atta girl” (i’m gonna kms). always the person to challenge you and push you to your limits because he's not taking a risk when it comes to your life.

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forsworned · 2 months

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˗ˏˋcrazy cat lady ft. poly!tf141ˎˊ˗

꒰ঌa/n໒꒱ something about simon and cats is just really pullin at my heart strings tn, for @chamomiletealeaf bc she wanted more :)

꒰warning(s)suggested polyship, fluff꒱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋrequests are openˎˊ˗

"God, not again."

Simon groaned, as he caught her feeding the alley cats. That piqued Johnny's interest as he walked into the living room area where Simon was standing. He peeked over his shoulder and saw her open a can of tuna-salmon wet food and tipped it into the bowls that she "sneakily" set outside. The alley cats all surprisingly patient as they sat with tails tucked around their forms.

"Well 'll be damned, she's got 'em trained." Kyle's voice interjected, making Johnny jump a little but his grin grew as he folded his arms. Simon only shook his head.

"Ahh, how sweet." Price popped his head in and his gaze was tender as he laid his eyes on her. His once furrowed brows relaxed at the sight of her petting one of the cats heads' as it headbutted her palm and let her glide over its spine to the tip of its tail. Another rubbing itself against her thigh and a third prancing around her as it lightly brushed its black, bushy tail around her waist.

"Jus' admit it, L.t., 's cute." Johnny nudged Simon with a good natured grin. Simon leered at him for a moment before returning his attention to witness her gawking up at them doe-eyed and caught redhanded. Her lips curled into a charming, girlish grin that was enough to make any mans heart stop. She raised her hand to wave at them and they all chuckled, peering down at her with endearing expressions, well, minus Simon.

He felt his temple twitch as he attempted to glare at her, but even he wasn't impervious to her invisible shackles that she placed around his wrists years ago. His jaw ticked as he walked away from the window, leaving the guys behind to adore her coquettish behaviorisms, mumbling something about her being a 'crazy cat lady'.

"C'mere, y'lil cunt."

He growled, at the skittish calico kitten that refused to come out from behind the rubbish bin. He was growing more impatient by the moment, cursing himself for not having more of a natural disney princess touch the way [name] did with animals, specifically felines. A sharp exhale leaves his nose as he palmed his face. It had been fifteen freakin' minutes since he had decided to walk out in the chilly February night air with a can of cat food to lure out one of the kitties that he had saw her feeding earlier. Frustrating was simply an understatement.

A girlish giggle was heard behind him and his body went rigid.

Bloody fuckin' hell.

"Feedin' that damn cat again, weren't ya?" She mimicked his deep, gravelly Manchester accent. As atrocious as it was, he couldn't help but chuckle at her impersonation of him.

"Startin' to sound like a cunt, aren't I?" He retorted. It was a pleasant, lighthearted banter. She chuckled as she crouched beside his towering figure, and made a kissing noise while rubbing his fingers together at the calico and the kitty meowed in delight as she* trotted over to her and welcomed her pets.

*calicos are almost always female

"You gotta make yourself less menacing, Si. Crouch." It was a gentle command as she continued to lovingly stroke the cat. He sighed as he mimicked her position and glanced over at her to wait for her next instruction. "Go on."

She urged him to repeat her exact gestures. He surveyed the way the calico rubbed against her in envy. She could feel his green little monster eyes on her and it made her lips twitch into a smug smile. "Don't got all night, Si."

He narrowed his eyes at her before--reluctantly--repeating her kissing noises and rubbing motion with his fingers at the calico and she meows at him and quickly rushes over to his hand. Simon's eyes immediately softened at the contact. Warm, pure and loving. There was nothing like the little gesture of a kitten welcoming little pets on the forehead as they rubbed their fluffy cheeks against his fingers, down their spine to the tip of their tail. A relieved sigh emitted from his lips and [name] giggled.

He peered up at her for a moment before looking back down to see a black kitten had joined their little party around the opposite side of his leg, rubbing its pink nose against his thigh. Although it was remarkably menial, Simon's mask had arched upwards, indicating that he was indeed smiling. Another chuckle escaped from her as she relished in the rare sight. Simon petting alley cats he was always complaining about to the guys that [name] would bring around due to her sweet-natured behavior that wouldn't allow her heart to just let these animals to just be restive pests that ransacked their waste bins? Unheard of.

"They're just like you." She mused, as she continued to pet the calico. She laughed knowing that he was raising a curious brow at her, waiting for her to continue before she spoke up again. "Skittish as hell."

A short silence.

"Thinkin' they were more like you." He spoke up, still petting the black kitten. She turned to him waiting for a irascible remark, but he peered up at her with a tender gaze as he lifted his free hand to gently pinch her cheek. "Cute as hell."

Her eyes reamed at his words and his adoring touch. Her heart soared in her chest and she couldn't help the way her lips simpered and the way her cheeks warmed pleasantly. A syrupy sweet moment that she was already etching into her brain, and Kyle was capturing forever in his phone as Price and Johnny snickered, beholding the saccharine and cushy side of Simon that came out more and more around her.

"Send this to me." Johnny crowed, with a wolfish grin.

"Ditto." Price bit back his low chuckle but it slipped when he saw the way [name] leaned her head against Simon's shoulder and he didn't even take a beat before he carded his fingers though her hair.

"Fuckin' hell." Kyle's shoulder's were shaking as he muffled the pure joy running through his system. It was indeed a sight for sore eyes.

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thephant0menace · 11 months

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| Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley head cannons

Comfort

Warnings: strong language, crying, Wife!reader x Husband!Simon Riley, FLUFF🤭

Nothing was going right for you today…

Everything was just pissing you off and by the end of the day you just wanted to curl up in your bed and cry.

It was a rainy Tuesday night and you were a wandering around the kitchen, cleaning and sipping on some tea when your husband came home from work.

“Hey love…” he sighed as he slips his mask off his face. He was clearly tired from a long and rough day at the base.

You just grumbled out a quiet ‘hi’ as you finished wiping the kitchen bench down.

Simon scoffs, a little surprised at your grumpy answer.

“What the fucks up your ass tonight?” He smirks, walking over towards you with his arms out to hug you.

You just glare up at him angrily before storming off to your shared room.

Simon stands there confused and a little concerned. He’s never seen you so cold and angry towards him before.

Meanwhile you are laying, face down in your bed and sobbing.

You couldn’t handle the stress of the day anymore and you just snapped.

After a few minutes you hear the bedroom door creak open and a pair of heavy footsteps entering the room.

You feel the bed dip next to you and that’s when you lift your head.

You look up at Simon with tears streaming down your red and puffy cheeks.

He puts a hand on your back, his thumb gently rubbing small circles.

Part of him feels awkward and a little confused on what happened or what he did but the other half feels sympathy and a need to hold you and make you feel better.

Simon clears his throat, “do you, uh…want me to stay or go?” He asks a little unsure of what to do.

You pout your lips, attempting to hold back tears before choking out a broken ‘stay’ and reaching your arms out to hug him.

He pulls you onto his lap, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you continue to sob.

His hands wrap around your waist, rubbing soft circles on your back.

“Rough day?” He asks softly.

You nod, whimpering softly.

“Me too, lovie…me too. Its okay…it’ll be okay.”

Your crying and whimpering slowly comes to a stop and you feel your body relax into your husbands arms as he places soft kisses on your head.

“M’sorry Simon,” you sniffle, looking up at him.

“No need to be sorry, sweetheart…we all have our days.” He whispers soothingly, gently brushing fallen strands of hair out of your face.

“What do ya say we relax in bed and watch a movie or somethin’? Maybe we can order food.” He gives you a playful smile.

The rest of your night was spent cuddled up to Simon, eating take out while watching the most cheesy roncoms you could find.

Moments like these were so precious to both you and Simon.

Just spending time together like a normal couple and enjoying each other’s presence.

A/N: SO SORRY I HAVEN’T POSTED IN AGES!!! I’ve been so busy with dancing and school and work, and on top of that the 400 assignments I have due…but I had to make time to do things I enjoy like writing. So I hope you enjoyed this little scenario I came up with <3

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lululandd · 1 year

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asleep;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

word count: 378

warning: fluff

note: never played the game. dont know jack shit. i just have tall people wearing masks kink.

summary: your housemate ghost fell asleep on the sofa with paint on his face and you help.

You went home to silent snoring coming from the sofa. It was your 6’3 housemate Simon Riley, curled up against his duffel bag, recently arrived home from whatever job he has.

Sometimes he’d be missing for weeks, sometimes months, and one time it was a year and a half. Three months into that year and a half absence, an extremely handsome man came knocking on your front door and hands you an envelope full of cash, saying “He said this is for rent.” before just walking away.

The man was full of mysteries, telling you funny stories about his unnamed friends when he got tipsy, having random knives on him when you needed something to be cut, scoffing at the TV when they have bad trigger discipline in movies and tv shows.

But at this very moment, he looks like an ordinary man. An ordinary man with ordinary black paint around his eyes. You know, normal people stuff.

You went upstairs and quickly grabbed your makeup remover, cottonballs, and a couple cotton swabs. You debated whether micellar water would be better, but whatever it is around his eyes seemed industrial strength.

It was a miracle that he didn’t wake up at all. Only swatting your hands away once or twice, muttering “Fuck off, Soap.”

Admiring your clean and stealthy work, you smiled to yourself and wonder what else you can get away with while he’s knocked the fuck out on the couch.

You brought down your whole tray of face products. It’s a sin to skip washing his face entirely, but you feel this is the micellar water’s turn to shine. So you start there.

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You got startled awake the next day, someone had shoved you in your sleep. The first thing you saw was Simon Riley looming over your bed, his large body preventing sunlight from hitting your face and your whole upperbody.

“Why the fuck does my face feel nice.”

What.

Blinking sleep away from your eyes for a couple seconds as you stared at his face, you can tell he was miffed. But there’s also something else there that you can’t place.

“If it feels nice then why did you wake me up?” You squinted at him.

“Because I want it to keep feeling nice.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagines #scuffed writing #call of duty #you know when a fly comes into a room and then cant get out #this fic is that fly #fuck you fly

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hiding-in-my-blanket-fort · 5 months

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Gentle!Price with a skittish, touch starved Reader who notices when you flinch or shy away from something as innocent as his knuckles brushing your cheek.

Gentle!Price who wants you to feel safe with him, not crowded or pressured, and gives you space to come to him when you're ready. Which you don't do because you don't know how. It's always been safer to keep people at a distance.

Gentle!Price who initiates contact by offering his hand, palm up, for you to accept or refuse on your own time. Sometimes, you accept. But mostly, you refuse. And he never makes you feel bad about it either way.

Gentle!Price who ducks his head with a smile when the two of you are out for a walk and you link your little finger with his. Or press your leg against his under the dinner table.

Gentle!Price who stands before you after dinner one night and slowly brings his hands up, studying your expression to see how you'll react. When he cups his palms to your face, it's wonderful and overwhelming and you're not breathing but you're not running away either, so you take that as a win. "There you go, love," he murmurs softly, because he always speaks softly around you. "That's not so bad, is it?"

Gentle!Price who waits with endless patience as you reach across the gap between the two of you with shaky fingers and trip over his belt, wander up the buttons of his coat, and rest your hand against the solid warmth of his chest. He knows how hard that was for you but it's a sign of how far you've conquered together.

Gentle!Price who always leaves an available space on the couch for you beside him. Just in case you need it. When you walk through his door after a long day and drop beside him, burying your face in his shoulder with a grumble because people suck and I really missed you, he just gives that delicious deep rumbling laugh you've come to love so much and tugs you more fully into his arms with a kiss to the top of your head.

Masterlist

#cod #cod imagines #john price x reader #captain john price imagines #john price imagines #captain john price x reader #call of duty imagines #fics #recs #writing tag #john price #i need him so bad y'all #it's not even funny

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lundenloves · 7 months

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THE CARD

〔 this is dedicated to all the girlies who never stopped trying. because sometimes, putting up boundaries isn’t as easy as it seems and that’s okay. if you think i’m talking to you, i am. 〕

˗ˏˋ to be flat about it, simon’s daughter stopped making him birthday cards. this one unintentionally got a bit deep but i do that with everything so don’t act surprised.

⇀ 1.1k | no warnings

masterlist | dad!simon masterlist | request info | taglist

Your husband often forgot about his birthday. Lost to bad memories, and lack of care but primarily his job. Even still, it wasn’t something he particularly wanted to remember — feeling comfort in letting it slip under the rug, rubbing the back of his neck in absence when you had asked him the date. He insisted it was something to be ignored, and for your three years without kids it was, aside from the one present he reluctantly let you buy.

Of course, that was until your first born came along.

And there were a lot of things Simon didn’t know about having children. The obvious ones like the guilty regret late at night, being out of his depth and even how to deal with them. But, also their childlike wonder and passion for random things that seemed so foreign to him. Afterall, a birthday is a birthday, it never seemed to matter whose it was — your kid would turn to incredulous sobs if it wasn’t celebrated. Especially when she had found out about her fathers, bottom lip quivering when he had gently told her how he prefers to not do anything.

It started when she was a toddler, forgetting about his birthday until she had heard you talking about it. Small ears perked up at the mention of the word, hanging by the door to watch as you traced Simon’s arm and the tattoos, his head shaking and a few words mumbled between you. Every year you asked if he wanted to do anything, knowing his answer but hoping for another.

So, naturally, she took to her bedroom. Trashing her small desk with dozens of crayons to create a card for Simon, one that was unevenly folded yet made with her whole heart.

She did that every following year without fail. Except, her cards folded more evenly as time passed and the crayons were exchanged for pens, then pencils. The drawings got better and better, words spelt right and the inner messages were longer all before they had stopped entirely.

In seemingly simple change for a shop bought card. See, the words were joined together nicely though the message was shorter and the lack of ten kisses in exchange for one suddenly made the card seem empty. “Why’d you stop?” You would ask one night as the pair of you lay together in the dark, your husband's place taken by your daughter near every night when he was away. “Making the cards.”

She shrugged. “Didn’t think he cared.”

When in reality, those cards were the only thing Simon looked forward to year round. And it wasn’t like he had outwardly expressed how much they meant to him, rather giving a weak smile and a soft kiss to her temple each time. But he kept them, every single one, every drawing was stored for safekeeping in a small box filled to the brim. Sketches that ranged from family drawings, to landscapes, animals and solo drawings of him if not herself.

Time ran from small limbs clambering over your own, six in the morning to reach Simon who had stirred when she fell onto his chest, a hand instinctively placed on the back of her head in his half-conscious state. “It’s your birthday!” She used to drag out with a laugh, sitting up on his stomach and holding the card mere centimeters from his face.

To the last birthday, handing him the shop bought card in all teenage glory, too embarrassed to write ‘I love you’ so it came as a ‘Love you’ and the once overly done x’s and o’s were now a set of one. He didn’t know the first thing about teenagers either. How past a certain age everything felt detrimental and targeted, embarrassment seeped through everything and it wasn’t cool to like your dad anymore.

Especially not as a teenage girl.

And it wasn’t until he was away for his birthday for the first time in years that she had missed it. Missed the softening of his eyes and the way his arm would wrap around her shoulder and pull her to his side, hand rubbing her arm in acknowledgement of her efforts.

She took his safety for granted most of the time. Waving to him at the door with no doubt that he would be back months later, a naturally blunt text that he was safe would be sent to you and all would be well. Though, sometimes he was required to hand his phone in before the tougher trips. Designed to provide the safest atmosphere, though back home many miles away it never did feel safer. And that was when she missed him the most.

You always wanted what you couldn’t have.

Simon was no better. He had taken the younger years for granted. The tears before bed, stalking into his bedroom after a bad dream, tired eyes in the mornings and the excitement to see him once back home. He wasn’t to know when the last time he would pick up his daughter was, or the last time she would ask for help when reaching for a cereal box. Hell, even the final she had fallen asleep on his chest or asked him to stay until she had dozed off in her own ‘big’ bed. Small hands wrapping around his fingers, giggles and toothy grins had all evaporated into nothing.

It was tough being a dad.

But it was hell being a teenage girl.

Sometimes it felt ike you were made purely to drink iced coffee with alternative milk, wear baggy clothes and feel bad for old people every now and then. The act of growing up isn’t something you want, though something you concede to after realising you had wished your youth away.

And in that,

There was something about girls and their fathers.

The constant need for subconscious approval and love, feeling bad for the man who raised you whenever he was left to eat dinner alone or scorned by your mother in a heated argument you couldn’t help to overhear. Simon’s daughter had always been in that predicament.

She missed her dad when he left, yet hated when she shared the kitchen with him. It felt like an itch that you weren’t able to scratch, though his rare hugs completely killed all flame she had for him and sometimes, instead, they allowed for tears to flow. Because after all, a girl is really just her dad.

Maybe that card should've been made after all.

˗ˏˋ university is wiping me out already. it’s the first week back do you want to fucking calm down. been set two presentations (both recorded wtf) and three literature papers.

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as always reblogs and comments are mighty appreciated blah blah blah

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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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Simon’s about ten feet from his front door when he decides he doesn’t want to walk anymore. He’s half tempted to lay down on the floor, call his girlfriend, and see if she can’t pull him into their flat. He decides to walk the rest of the way and leans against the door, face first into the cool metal as he fumbles the keys into the lock, not bothering to look for the keyhole. It takes all of five minutes before he manages to get the key in and unlock the door. And when he does, he slips inside, closes the door behind him, drops his bags in the hallway, yanks off his mask, and drops to his knees to lay on the ground. He lets out a long groan as the muscles in his back and limbs relax, all the tension from the missions in the past months fades.

Footsteps sound through the flat, the echo of his love’s voice calling for him through the rooms and into the hall. He doesn’t look up, only opens his eyes to see her face in front of his; she’s wearing one of her face masks, the gooey gold eye masks, and a cherry red lip mask beneath. It makes him want to laugh and he snorts, low in his chest as her nose scrunches up.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she chastises. “I’m doing all this so I could look pretty for you when you got home.”

Simon reaches out and touches her head, fingers brushing gently in her hair; she smells so comforting, like vanilla and orange blossoms, like her shampoo, like home. He’s suddenly falling in love with her all over again as he murmurs, “You look beautiful to me all the time, love.”

Her eyes light up and it makes his heart swell, peace washing over him. “I made chicken and rice. It’s in the oven.”

“With the cream of mushroom?”

“With the cream of mushroom,” she smiles. “And I added an extra can of cream of chicken so it’d be really good for you. And I deep-cleaned the apartment. So it’s clean for you. I also bought you a new leather jacket and boots, so we gotta hit a pub sometime soon so I can show you off to all my ladies.”

He melts further onto the floor, wondering how a man like him has been given a woman like her; she is his salvation amongst all his damnation. “I love you,” he says, quietly, wholeheartedly, and Simon Riley has never felt more human than ever in his life. When he’s here, he forgets about Ghost, forgets about everything that’s brought his life to its knees. He’s Simon, he’s whole, he is loved here.

Her hand moves to brush along his cheek, his nose, his brows, and she smiles at him. “I love you, Simon.”

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tacticaldiary · 10 months

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Call Of Duty Masterlist

Last Updated: 10/12/2023

Requests: OPEN

Current Works: 29

This is the masterlist for all my Call Of Duty work! Make sure to check back frequently for updates and feel free to send in your requests!

⭐ - Fan Favourite!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Jealousy, Jealousy

Anyone But Her ⭐

It Was Never Meant To Hurt

Painless Bruises ⭐

Captured In Tandem , Recovery In Tandem⭐

Forget Me Not

Bone Tired

Night Terrors

A Cracked And Fissured Door ⭐

To Hate A Heart That Beats For You

Where One Goes, The Other Follows

It All Comes Crashing Down ⭐

Solace For The Rough Nights

To Coax The Love From A Ghost

Meant To Be a Ghost, Not a Shadow

Superficial Wounds, Deep Devotion

I Swear I Asked For Two

The Price Of A Secret ,

A Fighting Chance, Frayed Stitches Don’t Hold (Pt 2) ⭐

Till Death Do Us Apart

Frightened Of The Fall

Cut From The Same Cloth

John Price

Sacrifices

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Taken

Gentle Hands

A Still Beating Heart

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Welcome Home, Love

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flweurlilac · 7 months

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[Part One]

Cod characters react to you rejecting their confession </3

Part One ✦ Part Two

Character contains : ghost, konig, price, horangi, gaz & nikto

tw : nothing just fluff & maybe a tiny bity angst ♡ reader is poc but i see her as (black) chubby reader bcs my blogs is for chubby gals but i didnt put any descriptions abt readers body (or skintone) so you could have fun with it :) reader is afab btw ^^

♡ ghost

- big boy is mad

- no seriously he is mad.

- when the time you shook your head his sight whos first is kinda bright is now gloomy than ever.

- he would like give you a code about a question of why would you reject him.

- after he knows the reason, he is just kind of like [ *grunts* ... Fine. ]

- he still have a crush on u though, but he didnt have the courage to ask you again unless u change your mind and willing to confess your feelings for him <3

♡ konig

- blud is sad & angrei 😡

- have this '😡' expression after you reject him. But quickly turned into '😞😔' expression.

- quietly ask you "why.. Why darling?"

- after he knows the reason why he kinda try to make himself move on from you.

- but failed </3

- he still love you but he actually still mad at you for rejecting him.

- but he atleast try an effort to still respect you, but this dude is still over the heels for you <33

♡ price

- this is how his emotions looks like

- ☺->🙂->😐->😕->😞

- would quickly put his ciggarates once he saw you shook your head.

- ask you a question "am i not enough love?"

- he saw you shook your head again and heared you give yourself a reason of why would you reject him.

- after that he just went to like "oh.. Oh well fine then." But... He is still not over from you.

- i mean.. He sometimes try to take a glance at you when you were not looking.

- and trust me — this papa try reaaaally hard to not gawk over you cus umm.. He doesnt want to be embarassed.

- i mean.. This man has a lot of reputation in the military and the 141 group so.. better be patient.

- unless you're willing to change your mind and accept him, he would be over the moon :)

♡ horangi

- literally gave you a '😐' to '😒' stare right after u shook ur head and said the word "no"

- try not to look to angry at you bcs you just break his little tiger heart 💔

- he also try not to BARK when he sees you talking to his other comrades (including konig, bcs he is a jealous tiger)

- he would demand ask his comrades to ask you about why would you reject such a value man like him.

- would give you a side eye 24/7 after he knows the reason.

- but pls dont be mad at him for that, he still have a crush on you he just dont want to be seem as desperate.

- infact, giving u a side eye 24/7 is to get your attention back to him ... 😏

♡ gaz

- oh my god.. His heart is just like a snow that is being crushed by someones hands.

- would looked like a kicked puppy after you said "no" To him.

- would ask you quietly "why....?"

- after he knows the reason his whole mood is just become gloomy no matter how reasonable the reason is.

- bcs he is a shy bean so having him confessing his feelings for someone that he loves/likes require a lot of confidence for him to do it so he is really feeling that butt-hurt feelings.

- he actually still love you but he would never ever admit this again. He is too too shy beanie to do it. (Pls do it for him<3)

♡ nikto

- literally angy and sad

- he is infact big (almost like konig) but once he heard the word "no" From you he almost felt his strong and muscly heart being melted.

- he look at you with shocked expression and ask "why.. was i not enough?"

- after he know the reason he is still gloomy and sad of course. But he is not going to give up bcs he is a really determined man so he is really willing to say it back to you.

- unless this time.. He has more bigger & well prepare.

♡❀♡ Note : Guyssss this is my first time writing for nikto hcs/imagines, he is another of the masked men in cod and he was really really underrated, many ppl still didnt recognize his appereance (maybe some are but just dont really that care about him.) so i had to add him on this list. I'll make a part two maybe later with alejandro, rudy, valeria, alex, makarov and keegan :) tell me wht characters should i add in the next part! Enjoy!

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alwaysshallow · 1 month

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simon might appear cold, when you two are dating.

mechanical, almost. not able of human feelings, maybe too harsh for your liking. not really saying the l-word (yet, right? you think that will take him time, even if it's almost six months of you dating, you do not lose hope). your friends don't really like him either, he's weird and has jokes that no one understands. he's not really engaging with anything that has to do with them.

sometimes, it would be easier to just break up with him than hear the silence on his side, when you two are fighting. stone cold silence, like you weren't just saying that he's the worst because he seems like he doesn't care anymore.

but i assure you, he knows what he wants since he laid his eyes on you.

you don't know this, but he bought a ring after two days into dating. is that because he's romantic? not really, it's more like a possession type of thing. he knows you're the one, why would he play games? you're his, he's yours, a loyal dog that stands by your side till the end of the line. nothing more, nothing less.

one day, you wake up with a ring on your finger. no proposing whatsoever, just a fact that you're his fiancee now, and a small gift by your night stand that has you bawling.

he doesn't even say anything about it, he just gruffs that you need to be quiet and his arms tighten around your middle more.

he cares, but not in the typical way.

the only thing that could be romantic is the wedding that you can organise from scratch, but it's a whole ass different conversation.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x you #simon riley fluff #ghost x reader #x reader #cod x reader #simon riley/reader #call of duty imagines #simon riley headcanons

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saksukei · 7 months

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simon ‘ghost’ riley has a crush on you

masterlist | subtle things he does for you | simon my love

simon’s feelings hit him like a truck, as if he's a deer caught in the headlights. he only comes to realize it in the heat of the battle, chests heaving up and down as the two of you hide behind a wall for cover. you tell him to reload first and it's something so insignificant, so minute and yet it pieces things together for him. so he does what his first best. swallow the lump in his neck, ignore the swelling of his heart and focus on what’s next.

except

he sucks at it and boy is it evident.

it is so subtle though, subtle enough for it to slip under everyone’s radars including yours. except, captain price is no fool. he's known simon long enough to see the little change in his demeanor when you enter the room. how simon immediately sits up right, in his best posture, giving you a firm nod of acknowledgment.

how simon always looks your way, always. even when you’re not looking, he’ll still check what you're doing, where you are. it’s not intended to be creepy, it's just a form of reassurance that you’re alive, that you’re okay, that he has another chance to confess. (also the type to lean against the door frame and observe you)

what’s shocking is that even during his infamous cigarette breaks, he chooses to hang out with you. he adores the fact that it’s comfortable silence between the two of you. and more importantly, it contains the two best things he needs, silence and you. “what a view” he thinks to himself.

moreso, the lieutenant’s eye for detail is insane. simon is incredibly nuanced, he can notice when your mood is off, when you’re hurt, irritated or whatsoever. he tries to deal with the issue silently, like handing you a bottle of water, leaving a seat for you beside him, ensuring that he does most of the paper work and so on.

simon reacts at the speed of lightning if he notices you’re hurt or in range of fire. he remembers the one time he ran, grabbing you by the waist to make sure you don’t get shot. your small frame clinging against his, your body weight almost nothing to him and he felt lightheaded. he desperately wanted to keep you in his arms but he settles for asking, “you holdin’ up fine?” as he lets you out of his grip.

he enjoys bantering with you so much. such snide and snarky remarks all the time. from “what? can’t handle a little teasing from your superiors?” to “you know it's bad manners cussing behind your lieutenant’s back,” to “thought you were tough?” to “all that back talk, why don't you come and prove it?” he absolutely loves the reactions you give him.

moreso, when he begins getting more and more comfortable, he invites you eat lunch with him as opposed to with the rest of the soldiers. adores the fact that you both can converse without having eyes on the two of you. “plans for lunch?”

oh and of course, the most difficult moment of his life, when you reached forward on your tippy toes to fix his balaclava, simon thought he’d have a heart attack. took all of his strength to not lean forward and press a kiss to your forehead. “looking alright now?” he jokes, you can almost hear his smirk.

he hates the vulnerability, he does. but what he doesn't hate is the fact that it's you. it's you he’s being vulnerable with. and he repeats it to himself every night that you’re the best choice anyway.

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forsworned · 2 months

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˗ˏˋcoddling ft. poly!tf141ˎˊ˗

꒰ঌa/n໒꒱ i can't stop, someone stop me jmvksnvjsvn

꒰warning(s)suggested polyship, fluff꒱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋrequests are openˎˊ˗

"Owwwchhh."

She whined, pouting as she fixated at the pad ofher index finger that was now embellished with a fresh papercut. Johnny chuckled as he gently took her small finger between his large ones and pressed it to his lips. Her lips twitched into a pleased smile as he continued to pepper her finger with kisses. The sound of Simon groaning sent her into a fit of giggles.

"Jealous much?" Johnny teased. Simon only shook his head and rolled his eyes at the mushy display of affection.

"Y'coddle 'er too much. All o'ya." He gestured to the rest of the boys before flipping the page of his book, The Code of the Warrior.

Kyle scoffed. "Y'mean us being sweet to our lass?"

Price crossed his arms, amused with Simon's blase approach on things. Always having a hardened exterior until [name] melted him like a popsicle on a hot pavement. "Aye, maybe y'should take a pointer or two from us."

Simon gave them all a deadpan look before returning back to his book. [name] narrowed her eyes at him before a devilish grin stretched across her lips.

"Si?"

"What?"

"Can you get me an orange?"

"Get y'r own bloody orange."

"Please."

"No."

She pouted at him and continued to stare him down until he felt her gaze burr holes into his brain. He sighed as he slipped a finger into his book to save his place and grabbed an orange from the fruitbowl in the kitchen. The boys surveyed the way Simon caved in so quickly to her request.

As he turned around to come back to his place on the couch, he realized that she was positioned next to the place he was sat at previously. She fluttered her eyelashes up at him with a cutesy smile when he plopped back down onto the cushion. He proceeded to hand it to her.

"Here."

"Can you peel it for me?" She urged. "Please."

He narrowed his eyes at her, feeling his temple twitching at her bratty behavior. He deeply inhaled as he quickly peeled the orange, the citrusy scent filling in the living room as he made a small pile of the peel on the coffee table beside them. He popped a slice into his mouth before handing it to her.

"Bloody hypocrite!" Johnny barked out a laugh.

"Jus' admit that y'enjoy coddlin' 'er too!" Kyle exclaimed, pointing at Simon who didn't seem to give two fucks that he had been caught redhanded.

He ignored their jeering and jesting as he played with the strands of her hair as she enjoyed the orange he peeled just for her. She giggled as she peeked over at Price who was looking at her in admiration, satisfied with the tactics she was implementing to bring Simon out of his shell while simulatenously getting a rise out of Kyle and Johnny.

He shook his head at her with a doting grin while mouthing, "Little minx."

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thephant0menace · 1 year

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| Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley head cannons

‘Tattoos’

Warning: Simon Riley x fem!reader, strong language, just a cute little fluff cause I thought of this when I was scrolling through Pinterest😻

You always had a thing for Simons arms. You found them so sexy….

You liked how muscular and veiny they were.

But something that really got you was the sleeve of tattoos that covered his forearm.

Simon was never made aware of this, thank god. You thought he’d find it weird…

This was until one day, the two of you were sitting on the couch together on a cold winters day in your little shared apartment in Manchester.

His arms were wrapped around you as you snuggled into his chest, watching a show you forced him to watch. (Probably some roncom he claims to hate but deep down he loves.)

As you watched in comfortable silence, you begin to trace your fingers along the outlines of his tattoos. Tracing out his veins carefully.

The simple touch sends shivers down his spine. The feeling of your nails dragging along his inked skin is so addicting.

You continue to drag your fingers along the tattoos, taking in the pretty designs of the art carefully.

Simon notices you marvelling at his arms and let’s out an amused grunt.

“watcha lookin’ at, sweetheart?”

His gruff voices brings you out of your thoughts.

“Nothing,” you almost whisper looking back up at him, “just like your tattoos.”

Simon chuckles to him self, “is that so?”

You nod, slightly embarrassed but then an idea pops into your head…

“Hey Simon?” You ask with a cheeky smirk on your face.

He hums in response and you sit up properly on the couch, smirk still plastered on your face.

“Can I colour in your tattoos?” You ask trying to hold a laugh in.

His face goes from amused to absolutely dumbfounded.

He sits in silence, staring at you before finally speaking.

“Sorry what?”

“Can I colour your tattoos in?” You repeat.

With a little bit (a lot) of begging he finally gave in and you happily ran off to find markers to begin your masterpiece.

You begin colouring in all the different shapes and designs and occasionally asking Simon what the tattoo meant to him and why he got it.

“What about this one?”

“Don’t fuckin’ know…Johnny made me get it when I was drunk.”

It was also an effort to get the motherfucker to sit still as he was so incredibly ticklish. It astounded you.

“Simon! Stay still, please!” You laugh, climbing onto his lap to try hold his giant squirming body down.

“Tickles s’much, lovie. Fuck-“ he says, burying his head in your neck, trying to hold his laughs in.

Although he complained through the whole thing…deep down he loved it. He found it cute that you were so interested in his tattoos and that you wanted to colour them in.

Would he ever admit it though?

No.

A/N: this was so random but I had the idea and HAD to do something on it! I’m currently working very hard on a ghost smut so get ready for that…hopefully will be up by next week! Thank you for all the love on my last post, love you all🫶

#Simon Riley x reader #Simon ghost Riley #call of duty imagines #Simon ghost Riley x reader #Ghost imagines #simon riley smut #mwf2 #call of duty smut #cod smut #cod imagines #mwf2 x reader #ghost x reader #Simon Riley imagines #modern warefare 2

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lululandd · 10 months

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simon ‘ghost’ riley trusted you with his home address so you decided to:

im supposed to be asleepge but this came to mind and had to write it quick (gn!reader)

♡ prank him.

harmless pranks ofc. you replaced his front door mat. quick and simple. it says “this is not a whore house, but a whore home.” if you had stayed long enough you wouldve heard him laugh. the mat is still there to this day.

♡ send postcards!

his house is mad boring and you decide he’s another person you would send postcards to. he gets those corkboard thingies and pins them (with the back scribbled out after taking pics of them ofc)

♡ visit.

his place might be dead empty as fuck but he’s got the comfiest sofa and blanket. you know that story anthony mackie tells people about sebastian stan’s sofa? that’s you with ghost’s sofa. he’s even got the large cashmere blanket and you don’t shut up about it.

♡ send foods.

yeah he subs to hellofresh or something equivalent (or more expensive even), but sometimes you just wanna send him some fruits or some leftover baked goods. dude forgets his fruits and just stocks up on biscuits and crisps and chocolates so you gotta lookout for him.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagines #call of duty #scuffed writing #its very short but i just wanna do more cute domestic things

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siriusleee · 5 months

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pen pal au with konig? 🥺

send in a character and an au and I'll write the first scene that appears to me.

His letters come in various intervals - sometimes in pristine white envelopes, the stamp meticulously pasted into the corner. Other times they come crumpled together, his chicken scratch writing smudged by water droplets.

But the letters always come, English intermingling with German phrases you have to look up the translation for. Sometimes they come with Polaroid pictures of exotic locations: snow-capped mountains, open deserts storming with sand tornadoes.

He always addresses you as Liebling, the word nearly carved into whatever paper the letter comes through on that week. You can tell when he’s back home because the letters in in on heavy paper - parchment almost. When he’s in the field he writes to you on anything he can: notebook paper ripped from somewhere, once on the edges newspaper written in a foreign language you couldn’t begin to translate.

His latest letter was short, written on a napkin with a mysterious orange stain in the corner, behind it a Polaroid you hadn’t been able to look at - not yet. Wrapped in a wrinkled envelope with someone else’s address marked out, you’re surprised the Post Master didn’t throw it away in transit.

Can’t write much - moving soon. Miss you. Miss you.

König.

You set the napkin to the side to peer at the dark Polaroid image - you can only assume it’s König standing in the middle, gun crossing his chest - black mask covering his face. Behind him, you can just make out makeshift buildings - all canvas and plywood.

Miss you.

The words cut right to the center of you. The two of you had never met; you’d found his address online, sent a letter on a whim. There was never an expectation of him sending one back, never an expectation of spending a year waiting impatiently at the post office to pick up your mail to see if another letter had come in.

The two of you had never met to miss each other, but the shape of him in the image is so intimately familiar to you that as you trace your fingers around the edges you know that you miss him too.

Tucking away his picture into a safe spot in your desk drawer, you pull out a sheet of paper, thick and heavy between your fingers. Your pen feels clumsy between your fingers as you start to write out the beginning of the letter.

I miss you, too.

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