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elenamegi · 3 months

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Reposting this here since I don't usually post Dp content on any other social media (and I'm afraid of TikTok removing the audio )

#danny phantom #dp #animatic #animation #soldier poet king #I don't remember how tumblr works #my art #ghost king au

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lemonwrap · 4 months

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Imagine: Ghost’s mask is permanently attached to his face.

It’s probably with pins in the bones, or something like that to make it extremely difficult or even impossible to remove. It hurts to eat and talk, so Ghost doesn’t speak much, and it keeps his identity hidden at first. It was Roba’s doing, of course.

It had been the 141’s job to take down Roba, which is why they were in Mexico in the first place and came across Ghost as he was escaping after killing Roba. They take him in, and Ghost becomes familiar with Price, Soap, and Gaz, the members of Task Force 141. Despite his trauma and initial reluctance, Ghost grows very close to Soap, begins to see Price as an almost father-like figure, and becomes good friends with Gaz.

They make it their mission to remove the mask.

#Does the timeline here make sense? Not quite but I can do what I want #They would all be on the younger side in this AU #Inspired by a fic I read years ago about the Winter Soldier #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 #ghoap #soapghost #ghostsoap #maybe? could also be platonic/not an established relationship as well #lemonwrap writes

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onceuponastory · 10 months

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ghost story - the winter soldier x reader - series masterlist

As she got older, Y/N stopped believing in ghost stories. That is… until she finds one fast asleep and bleeding out on her grandma’s couch. The Winter Soldier was taught never to leave any witnesses, and he intends to follow his training… until he finds Y/N staring down the barrel of his gun.

Last Updated and Completed September 2nd.

Chapter One: Ghost Story

Chapter Two: If You Believe in Me

Chapter Three: Trust Your Gut

Chapter Four: Survival Tactics

Chapter Five: Give Me Thunder, Give Me Lightning

Epilogue

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inactiveuser374 · 1 year

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MIA (chapter three)

pairing; Simon “Ghost” Riley / Male!Winter Soldier!Reader

contains: graphic depictions of injury, flashbacks, fears of abandonment, mentions of abduction, human experimentation & torture, memory loss and regaining, brainwashing and conditioning, male anatomy for reader, slight sexual themes, lovers to strangers to enemies to lovers?? idk

link to chapter one

The world seemed like a loud blur, every sound felt as if it was making your brain bleed. The voice attached behind your ear rose up as the lead singer in an horrid band you couldn’t block out no matter how hard you tried.

The unheard words only indulging the jarring chorus of life while you froze, your hand still caressing the hilt of your knife.

“What did they do to you?“ Another voice emerged and it was only then that you were reminded of the other in front of you. Your mission that had somehow jolted you from a half awake mindless sleep.

“We have a sniper on top of the building soldier, step away so he can take the shot.”

Through the chaos and noise, you could still make out the meaning of the words. A few months ago, you would’ve stepped away in an instant, obeying orders like a dog.

But your body shielded Ghost just enough to create a shadow with your importance, you knew that nothing would happen as long as you were in range.

You needed this man alive, even if it was your mission to end him. You couldn’t complete it just to forget his face like all the others. You weren’t going to lose the possibility of having a new life, one free of killing and pain every day of your life, repeating an endless cycle with every mission you returned from.

He knew you, knew your name and probably more about your life than you ever thought to consider. Without him you were like a half erased slate. Not fully blank, but just enough missing so that whatever used to be on it was no longer understandable.

You needed him to remind you of who you were, you could tell in the way he looked at you, that your relationship had at least been close enough not to have him lie about it.

If you turned to take out the sniper, you’d risk Ghost running or worse, attacking you while you were vulnerable. And the last time you’d gone up against him, he’d somehow been almost as skilled as you.

Your face stilled into a look that Ghost seemed to find threatening as you looked up at him through your eyebrows. His breathing and the twitch of his wrist as he readied for another attack showed you his thoughts.

What it didn’t show you was the handgun hidden under his belt as his finger curled around the trigger, already stopped by your grip before you even realized it.

You had it under the much stronger metal of your hand, easily pulling it from his grasp as his lips curled up to almost reveal his teeth in an expression that was far closer to irritation rather than full on anger.

As the gun was flung far enough away to where neither of you could get to it fast enough, you straightened yourself up again, merely annoyed at his attempt.

Ghost looked as if he was stifling a sigh of frustration before he spoke.

”Wasn’t aiming for you.” He said, his tone confirming the irritation you had suspected.

“Don’t move.”

His sudden lack of movement caused a hint of satisfaction to creep into your head as you removed your earpiece, effectively crushing it under your heel before turning swiftly.

He soon realized that you had already known about the sniper, probably even before him, leading him to wonder if they were merely backup for you.

Your knife was pulled from its hilt in a smooth manner as you took it into your stronger arm and hurled it like a spear towards the top of the building. You had hit the man’s arm, more than likely stopping him from taking a shot while you continued your conversation free from anyone else.

“Who’s on the earpiece?” Ghost questioned, voice lowered to an almost menacing manner.

“How do I know you?” You lashed back.

“Are you joking?” He could’ve said it angrily, but instead his eyes softened along with his voice.

“We worked together for four years, [name].”

“Don’t call me that.” You somehow stopped yourself from seething the words, digging your nails into your palm.

“We were on a hostage rescue, you got shot in the arm.” He continued speaking, eyes drifting down to the slim line of metal that showed out from under your sleeve before it was consumed again by your glove.

“Our soldiers were down and I had to leave the building but when I came back, you weren’t there.”

Outlines of the images he described fluttered in your mind's eye as he spoke. A window, broken by gunshots, paired with the stain of blood drowning you in red as you looked down at your own crumpled body, weak and useless as all you could do was try not to fade away.

“We searched for you for six months, but every time we thought we were close, any proof we had just disappeared. After seven you were announced missing in action.”

The man had genuine pain in his voice. The type that felt like it was boring a hole into your chest as you listened. You were frozen in place, shallow breaths being the only motion that barely even moved your chest. The air around you lay stagnant without so much as a heartbeat to send it moving.

“I wish I’d stayed with you in that room every day since.”

Though no more memories showed their face, you could tell he was speaking the truth. He had no intention of lying to you even if it meant his own death.

His mouth opened once more to speak but as he did you heard the reverberating sound of something happening to your hand and then a loud crack as you felt a buzz starting from your left arm and manifesting into a wave as it passed through your entire body.

In an instant of confusion you thought your arm might’ve malfunctioned, maybe you’d pushed it too hard and the mechanics snapped against each other. But Ghost’s reaction was what made your stomach drop.

Even in the dark, even against his black hoodie, the wetness pooled up right above his hip. Just as you looked back at him, his body curled in on itself and he looked as if he were about to keel over.

Instinct took you by surprise as you dove for the gun you had discarded minutes ago, cocking it and shooting five muffled rounds at the shadow on the building, thanking something greater that the man had poor aim from his injury.

“Ghost?”

He seemed shocked, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the bullets shot towards the sniper or the steel caught his abdomen.

You had little experience with treating wounds, but luckily you remembered the basics for gunshots due to the amount of times you had had to patch yourself up on missions without help.

He hadn’t fallen over yet, but his legs were definitely about to give out as you grabbed him, pocketing the gun and pulling him down the alley until you felt far enough away that anyone looking for you wouldn’t search. The bullet had rendered your left arm nearly useless as the metal pulled on your shoulder rather than enhancing your strength, forcing you to pull him with only your right.

Upon inspection the injury looked tame compared to what you had seen on yourself in the past.

The bullet had barely even passed his skin after going through your hand, but it was fragmented, one piece was sticking to the skin where the open flesh met skin.

“So you do know who I am?” He said with an oddly normal toned voice, as if the hands pulling pieces of metal out of him had no effect.

“I only know what I’ve been told, by the people I work for, and that includes your name.”

His breathing seemed to change in the slightest midway through your sentence, but you paid no mind as you worked on slowing the bleeding. The desperation to keep him alive grew with every pulse of his heart.

“Someone tells you to do this?” He questioned, his eyebrows creasing downwards as he looked at what you were doing with your hands.

“When they need me.” You answered vaguely. “Stop talking.”

Ghost sat in silence as you finished dressing the wound with what little resources you had. You were no doctor but wrapping an open gunshot wound with a hoodie maybe wasn’t the best thing. You cursed under your breath, standing up to survey either side of the alley, relieved at the lack of people outside.

“My flat’s right down the street.” Ghost let his words out trapped inside a ragged breath. “First floor, shouldn’t be much of a hassle.” He tried to push himself up but you immediately dropped down, keeping him where he was.

“Yeah? Gonna tell me your credit card number too?” Part of you was amused by how much he trusted you, given the circumstances of who you were and how he was practically at your mercy at the moment.

“You aren’t going to kill me,” he sucked in a pained breath as you helped hoist him up over your shoulder.

“You want to remember. More than just your name.” He took the words right from your head, but for some reason you didn’t want him to know that.

“I don’t need a biography.” You seethed, suddenly aware of how heavy he was without the help of your now broken enhancement.

Ghost wasn’t lying, it was only a two block walk until you arrived at the entrance of a brick building, four stories high.

The place was dark, the only light coming in was through the half drawn blinds. But once you switched a light on, the apartment showed itself.

It was practically empty, only the necessary furniture and items lay perfectly in their place. A plain mattress sat in the corner, the sheets and blanket laid perfectly even tucked in underneath it.

“You don’t remember this place?” Ghost sounded a bit better now, but you doubted that the walk here had done him any good.

“Can’t say I do.” You muttered, irritated at the almost teasing tone he had spoken with.

You found the first aid kit was in the bathroom, along with a suture kit that seemed to be filled with items pulled directly from a hospital shelf.

Ghost sat in an old wooden barstool while you sewed up the large hole in his side with so much as a subtle wince each time you pulled the needle through.

The skin around the injury seemed to be a map of a battlefield itself, bullets and slices nearly painting a picture on his chest.

Silence had subconsciously begun to grow like a weed between the two of you, only ending when he allowed a single question to pass through his lips.

“What did they do to you?” His voice was flat and almost emotionless as you cut off the rest of the tape around the gauze.

You took your time answering, allowing him to get his shirt back on while you tried to think. Nights filled with screams allowed you at least some form of an idea that the people who you now used to work for had indeed done something to you, maybe even multiple times. But the memories were distant and clouded, you couldn’t rely on them without proof.

“I don’t know.”

Ghost’s eyes met your left limb, which had been dangling at your side the entire time, a simple chunk of metal attached to your body was all it was now. The glove had been blown clean off through the shot, which gave him a clear view of the shiny hand.

“I should go.” You stood up, pulling your hood back on before twisting the handle on the sink. The blast was a lot harsher than you had anticipated.

Ghost got up as well, walking towards the door presumably to let you leave.

The water began to heat, washing red stains from your flesh even faster before you shut it off, allowing silence to fill the entire apartment.

Ghost opened the door for you while you were turned, the knob turning with a slow cream just loud enough for you to hear as you dried off your hand admiring the wall for about five more seconds until you felt clean enough.

As you started to turn, the back of your head met a hard spot as an unfamiliar voice met your ears. The sentence was too short to pinpoint, but it definitely wasn’t Ghost, instead a heavy Scottish accent met your ears as the pressure on the back of your head grew.

It was only then that you realized what the object held against your skull was, and that Ghost had been walking towards the bathroom with the first aid kid in hand, not the front door.

“Don’t move.”

I posted this without proofreading the second half because I’m too tired, so I apologize for any typos or repeated paragraphs that I missed

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strangersteddierthings · 1 year

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You Left Me Scars Through Memories (Tangled in my DNA) - Prologue

"I love you so much," Stephanie Harrington says, reaching out a hand to tuck some hair behind his ear. It's more an excuse to touch than to clear his face of hair. It's at a length now that will result in the tucked hair falling back into his face with barely a shake of his head.

Steve blinks up at her from where he's sat in her lap, his face far too serious for a toddler just a few hours shy of three years old.

"Your life is going to be so difficult and it's my fault. I'm so sorry," she whispers, sweeping him into a hug. He snuggles into her embrace instantly and it brings tears to her eyes. He should hate her for what she's done. Perhaps he will, once he's older and can understand what she's apologizing for.

"I'm going to tell you a story," she settles back into the chair, a big plush thing that she sits in every night to read a bedtime story to Steve, or tries too anyway. He's at the age where he's wiggly and full of energy until he drops.

"Once upon a time, there was a man and a woman. Husband and wife. And they loved each other very much," she starts, running one hand up and down on her baby's back, soothing, "and they wanted nothing more than to have a child.

"But try as they might, no child would come to them. And soon resentment began to grow. The wife, convinced that having a child would remove the resentment, set off to make a bargain with a witch, said to live deep in the woods.

"She told her husband she was going to visit her family so as not to arouse suspicion. Consorting with witches wasn't something that was done, you see."

This is the longest Steve has sat still in her lap in months. She thinks he might be asleep but continues the story anyway.

"It took her almost three weeks to find the witch, deep in the woods. Upon arrival, the witch had tried to turn away the wife. But the wife was persistent. 'Please,' she begged the witch, 'if we can have a child then my husband will love me again.'

"The witch was not moved by this plea. 'You would bring a child into a loveless marriage?' and the wife argued that once they had a child, their marriage would no longer be loveless. The witch disagreed but the wife would not be deterred.

"'What would you give up to have this child?' the witch asked after being pestered by the wife for almost a week. And the wife had said anything.

"'Anything is dangerous,' the witch said. 'I can give you the means to have a child, but the universe will decide the price.' And so, the wife agreed, and the witch pressed a folded piece of parchment into the wife's hand.

"When she finally returned home, she had been gone for eight long weeks. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, they say, and husband and wife reunited. Still, the wife waited three more months before preforming the ritual the witch had pressed into her palm.

"Soon, they had a child, a daughter. But with her arrival came the universe's price. A life blessing is not an easy thing to give, and the price for life is the highest to pay. Free Will was that price. And when the daughter turned three, she learned her daughter also paid the price. Her daughter, and her daughter's daughter, and her daughter's daughter's son. Forever more. The wife, now mother, was angry to learn this. Why should her child have to suffer for her own sins?

"She told her husband what she had done. She had to, you see, because how else could he be expected to raise a child that would do everything you told her to? Words would need to be picked carefully.

"It was years later before the mother could track the witch down again, to demand the witch undo the curse. 'I made the bargain, why must my child also suffer the consequences?'

"'You said anything,' the witch responded, 'and I told you that was dangerous. It was foolish of you to think your actions would not affect others. All actions do.'

"The mother said, 'can it not be undone?' and the witch said, 'All curses can be broken.' When the mother asked how, the witch just looked at her and said, 'go away, and do not seek me again.' And the mother had no choice but to obey."

Steve still has not stirred on her lap and when she looks down, she can see he is asleep. Even if Steve had stayed awake for the whole story, she knows she'll have to retell it to him when he's older. When he'll remember all of it. Perhaps she should write it down, too, just in case.

"You see, Steve, what was supposed to be a blessing became a curse. One of obedience. People will tell you to do things and you will be compelled to obey. You will become someone you will never truly know, because anyone can make you anything," she says as she stands and places Steve in his bed. "But don't worry. Mommy will teach you how to trick and cheat the curse as much as you can."

#my fic #Ella Enchanted but make it 1980s and angstier #so i guess its more Obedience Curse AU than Ella Enchanted #title is tentative and taken from the Citizen Soldier song Chasing Your Ghost #steddie #eventual steddie actually #but first it would be steve x suffering #it'll be a full fic one day but like... who knows when #i should not be starting a longfic while working on my longfic for the steddie bigbang #the hubris of a fic writer i guess haha let me know if anyone else is long suffering like me #no readmore because i think its short enough to not need one

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ghouljams · 2 months

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hey ghoul! i've some questions about the demon darlings au (tw for su*cide)

so i read this: https://www.tumblr.com/ghouljams/744316747649335296/im-forcing-ghost-to-talk-about-his-feelings-at

and my first thought was 'huh, too bad he cant do that' that being incite or commit his own death per the demon darlings contract, and that got me thinking,

is ghost, or any one else for that matter, allowed to commit su*cide or anything alike to get out of their contracts? Are there things they can do to void the contract or is it forever?

Hello my love! Good question! Before I answer I do have a note: you don't need to censor the word suicide on tumblr, it actually makes it harder to blacklist the word when people have to consider every possible censor on their black list. I know that twitter/tiktok have made it common place to censor certain things, but the only reason to do that on tumblr is to get around the kink tag censors... I'll tag for a suicide tw, but you don't need to censor it for me.

On to my answers! This is my personal interpretation of Ghost, but I don't see him as actively suicidal, maybe passively but not actively. He'll take risks and put himself in harms way with little care over making it out, but he wouldn't take it upon himself to pull the trigger. Dying in the line of duty feels different to him, that's where he's supposed to die.

The contract itself, barring any special clauses(looking at you Luck), is voided in the event of the summoner's death. This is important because in the context of this au, Hell owns the soul of anyone that is assigned a demon. The demon assignment is like a medal of honor from Hell, but it's also like chipping your dog. Hell is recruiting soldier, and when that soldier's mortal form dies, Hell gets first dibs for their army. The contract is voided, and the soul gets the chance to get their own dose of demonic power. The darlings are loosely a trial run to show off what Hell can give their dogs.

Now that isn't necessarily publicized to the soldiers that get demons, more of a late game reveal for them, but that's what the end of the contract is.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #demon!darlings au #tw suicide #it is also the demon's job to try and keep their soldier from dying #so they aren't going to try and hasten their deaths in any way

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raynavan · 10 months

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i doodled some things for the au tournament (@ultimate-submas-tournament ) the aus are really interesting and cool! while i couldn't actually do proper drawings for all of them, i did wanna do something.

so, without further adieu: the Ingo Bracket!

and the Emmet Bracket!

you probably noticed they got worse! that is because i did them all in one night hgriephgvpbnp

silly doodles aside, i am hopping to do some proper drawings of them later on! i plan to do this for all future brackets, but i cant really make any promises on account that there are. 24.

good luck to everyone participating (vote for Table Ingo!!!) and! have a lovely day/night =]

(small edit- turns out i forgot to save some of them as a PNG and didn't notice they wern't there orz)

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lemonwrap · 6 months

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Imagine: Winter Soldier AU where Soap is the Winter Soldier.

SPOILERS FOR MWIII BELOW!

Makarov doesn’t kill Soap, he captures and escapes with him. The 141 try their hardest to track their beloved Soap down, but it proves impossible, and Soap is considered MIA.

Until a brainwashed soldier, conditioned to kill and obey orders, is sent after them.

But it’s not just any soldier. It’s Soap.

#cod #call of duty #call of duty mw3 #task force 141 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghoap #soapghost #ghostsoap #lemonwrap writes #drabble #this goes out to the Ghoap discord server #Someone there mentioned a Winter Soldier AU and it’s absolutely perfect

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onceuponastory · 10 months

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survival tactics - the winter soldier x reader

Part Four of my Ghost Story AU - Find the Series Masterlist here.

Plot: When their worst nightmare comes true, Y/N and Bucky try to make it out alive. Pairing: The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, dead bodies, choking, blood, violence, threats, guns, knives, and shooting. Nothing too graphic/gory, but this chapter is definitely more violent than the others, so please use your own discretion! Also mentions of the abuse, manipulation and trauma Bucky faced while under HYDRA’s control. And HYDRA agents being the creepy assholes they are. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: We’ve reached part four already! Thank you again for all loving this story so much. I hope you like this chapter. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

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He awakens strapped to a table. He can feel things poking and prodding at him, but is too groggy to tell who or what they are. Faces stare down at him, most of them too blurry for him to recognise.

“Sergeant Barnes.” A voice says.

Who is Sergeant Barnes?

Hazy memories flash through his brain. Memories of flying.

Or was it falling?

His body throbs with a dull pain. He twitches, trying to break free, but someone or something holds him down. And somehow, he doesn’t fight it.

More memories now. Of red crimson on the snow, seeping through it. A beautiful landscape, destroyed by violence. Why so much blood?

There’s screaming. Screaming that he can’t recognise.

“He’s tense. I’m not sure if he’s stable enough for the procedure yet.”

“The procedure has already started.” The original voice corrects. Another face appears, looming out of the haze. “You are to be… the new fist of HYDRA. Our Winter Soldier.”

19-seventy something.

He’s running. He doesn’t know where he’s going, or how long he’s been running for. He just needs to get away. Away from the base, from all the people touching him, of the pain. He weaves through the trees, a tactic he learnt from years of being a super-powered assassin. His legs pound the frozen ground, and his heart and lungs burn. Despite the pain, he’s never felt so alive.

Just get away. Just run.

As he breaks through the trees, he stops. He can finally see the horizon, vast and never ending. He takes a breath.

He’s alive.

He’s here.

He’s free.

But as he takes a step forward, something hits him in the leg, and he falls to the ground, landing in the snow. Russian expletives fill the air, and he hisses in pain. Yet, the adrenaline in his veins keeps him going, another burst of energy causing him to rise once more. He steps forward, still hissing in pain. He only makes it a few more steps before being hit in his other leg. He looks down at the bullet hole in his legs, at the blood flowing out of the wounds. Again, crimson seeps into the snow.

They’ve found him again.

Before he can try to get up, or even to crawl forward, two muscular arms grab him, hauling him up. He tries to struggle, but it’s futile. Despite how much he wants to deny it, his wounds have weakened him. And so, he gives up the fight.

Yet, as he’s loaded back into a van, ready to be taken back to base, one thought remains: He will get out of here. One way or another.

Present Day

Now, as he watches the HYDRA agent, Bucky knows he should’ve known you can never truly outrun your demons. Especially when they’re as all reaching as HYDRA. The man walks around the room, staring at both with a smirk. “Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

“Y/N. Run.” Bucky hisses. He knows it’s futile, but there’s still a little hope that she’ll be able to flee there. Y/N tries to run, but he grabs her before she can escape.

“I see you’ve brought a new plaything, Soldat. How generous.” The man shoves her against the wall, and Y/N cries out in pain. The sound makes Bucky even angrier. He tries to stand up, forgetting how tightly he’s been bolted in. “She’ll do nicely. But what to do with her? We’ve been trying to replicate you, you know? Perhaps she can be your replacement.” Y/N squirms in his arms, trying to free herself. “Or maybe… I’ll keep her for myself, hm?”

“Stay away from her.” Bucky demands, his metal arm tensing, flexing against his restraints. The sound of metal grinding against metal fills the air. This whole time, he’s refused to let Y/N see his true self, the true strength and violence he’s capable of. But now, he has to use it. There’s no other choice. It’s for their survival.

So why is he so damn terrified?

“Remain in your cell until the others get here, and then there won’t be any problems.” That’s what they trained him to do. To be obedient and stay locked away for god knows how long. To be their warrior, their soldier, moulded and controlled. That was Bucky’s life for so long. When he escaped, he finally thought he had a chance for freedom, and to live a normal, happy life. To find love. To be Bucky Barnes again.

With Y/N, he found that. Someone to care for him and love him, despite everything. Someone he can laugh with. She’s his entire world, his reason for staying alive. The person he thinks of first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Losing her, losing their happiness scares him to death.

And he’s not letting HYDRA take her away from him, to destroy either of them and the new life they built together. This time, he won’t obey.

The guard looks young, nowhere near as experienced as the HYDRA agents and handlers he’s used to seeing. He’s cocky too, without the same maturity as the other agents. And that, thankfully, means that he won’t have been entrusted with the Winter Soldier’s control words. They have a chance to stop him. Just as long as he can get out of this fucking cell in time. He strains as hard as he can to break free, feeling the metal buckle under his grasp.

“I won’t let you touch him.” Y/N hisses, wriggling in his grasp and hitting the man in the head as hard as she can. “He’s not going anywhere with you.” In response, the man wraps his hands around her neck, squeezing. Y/N groans, clawing at the man’s wrists and kicking with all her might, desperate for survival. An intense rage burns within Bucky.

“Such a feisty little thing. I can see why you like her, Soldat.”

“His name….” Y/N’s voice fills the room. Soft and strained. “Is Bucky.” Despite the love he feels for her using his real name, Bucky can see Y/N getting weaker and weaker by the moment. The rage intensifies, so hot and strong it consumes his entire being.

Just one more push.

Just hold on, Y/N. I’m coming to save you, just as you’ve saved me.

“You know what’ll be fun? How about I cut your little girlfriend up… and make you watch?”

Bucky’s metal arm breaks through then, and he kicks the door hard. It bursts open within a second, and he storms out, right towards the HYDRA agent. In an instant, the hand tightly wrapped around Y/N’s neck is peeled off. She falls to the floor, taking in a deep breath of survival. “I told you to stay away from her.” Bucky hisses, his eyes darkening. “You’re not going to touch either of us again.” She’s never seen him like this before, so angry… so frightening. His entire face, once so full of laughter and smiles for her, is contorted by rage. It’s then she realises that this must be what he looked like as the Winter Soldier, and what HYDRA’s enemies saw before they took their last breath.

The agent’s tough facade soon shatters as Bucky’s grasp on his arm tightens. He cries out in pain, an agonising scream the likes of which Y/N has never heard before. And she never wants to hear it again. As the agent’s body sinks down to the floor, Bucky grabs his gun.

“See you and your friends in hell.” He hisses, before pulling the trigger.

As the man’s body slumps to the floor, Bucky crosses over to Y/N. In an instant, all the rage in his face is gone, replaced by concern as he checks over her. Already, strong, angry marks are already developing on her neck. Bucky’s jaw clenches angrily. “Scum. Bullets aren’t enough for them.”

However, all Y/N can do is stare at the body on the floor. Whether in horror or a morbid curiosity, she doesn’t know. “He’s dead.” She gasps. She and Bucky watch as a deep crimson seeps out, coating the floor. Just like it did on a cold winter’s day in 1945. “You killed him.” She whimpers. Her stomach churns, and she has to suppress the bile rising in her throat. Of course, she’s not stupid. She knows that this is what needs to be done to stop HYDRA, and they deserve far more than what Bucky gave them. But she’s never seen such a violent death before. Especially not one caused by Bucky.

She should’ve expected this, a voice in her head tells her. After all, all she’s heard since they got to this damn place is how violent Bucky is, the true extent of what he’s capable of. And she didn’t listen, instead believed that part of his life was over, that they were safe. That things were normal. How very wrong she was. But then again, as they grew closer, she never had any reason to doubt that Bucky - the man who listened intently to her family stories, whose eyes sparkle whenever they see her walking into his cell - was anything other than safe.

And then the tears come, erupting from within as the reality of everything that’s just happened sets in. Immediately, Bucky pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her in a tight squeeze. She buries her face in his chest, inhaling his scent and shielding her eyes from the agent bleeding out next to them. For a moment, Y/N realises how nice it feels to be in Bucky’s arms, and how safe she feels in his tight grasp. He whispers reassuring words in her ear, telling her it’ll be okay in the hopes it soothes her. Even though he doesn’t know if it’ll be alright either. He holds her as she cries, letting her relax and find comfort in his arms.

“Hey. Look at me.” Bucky orders, gently lifting her cheek up so she’s eye level with him. As she looks into the silvery blue eyes she knows so well, matching her breathing with his, Y/N slowly calms down. Surprisingly, Bucky’s not angry at her hysterical reaction. He’s more sorrowful, upset that she had to see something like that, and concerned for her wellbeing. “I’m sorry you had to see that. But I couldn’t let him hurt my girl.” The words slip out with no thought, and Y/N gasps.

“I’m your girl?” Of course, after being tortured and manipulated for so long, Bucky’s never really thought about his love life, and who he cares for enough to consider his girl. But Y/N has done so much for him, and he loves her so deeply that he knows with no doubt that, yes, she is his girl.

“Of course you are.” He gives her another squeeze, and she manages a small smile. Her eyes flicker down to his lips.

If this was a rom-com, or at least, if they weren’t being hunted by HYDRA agents and didn’t have a dead body bleeding out beside them, this is the part where they would kiss and go in the sunset together to live happily ever after. And that’s what Y/N wants. But life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, especially not theirs. “Y/N.” Bucky whispers. “We have to go find the others. It’s not safe here.” Y/N nods, letting Bucky help her up and lead her towards the cell’s exit.

“How are you feeling, by the way?” She asks. Her voice is unsure, almost as if she thinks asking someone how they’re feeling when their abusers find them again is a stupid question. Bucky doesn’t think it’s a stupid question though. In fact, Y/N caring about him so much, and making sure that she’s alright even after what she’s been through is making him fall even deeper in love with her.

Honestly, he’s fucking terrified. For a moment, he thought he was finally safe from HYDRA. He feels like a complete idiot for even thinking they wouldn’t find him again. And even though he’ll fight tooth and nail to protect Y/N, to protect both of them, he’s terrified that they’re going to find them both, and then he’ll be taken back to the hell they kept him in for so long. But he’s refusing to show it and worry her even more. He has to stay strong, for both their sakes. He has to do what’s necessary to protect them both. He’ll have to deal with his feelings later, when this is all over, like he has done ever since he escaped their grasp. If they ever make it out of here, that is.

As they step out into the hallway, the hair on the back of Bucky’s neck stands up. It’s so… quiet. Too quiet. What was once a bustling hallway, full of guards, is now empty.

“How the hell do we get out of this place?”

“I know. Come on.” Y/N beckons. Yet when they try to open the door, it’s locked, and Y/N’s attempts to unlock it don’t work. “They must be on lockdown. We’re stuck here.” Bucky can already sense the panic in her voice, and he squeezes her hand reassuringly.

“No, we’re not stuck here. We’ll find a way out. I promise.”

“What the hell is going on?!” Steve demands, bursting into the room. Maria and Nick glance up at them both, brows furrowed.

“Hello to you too, Rogers, Wilson.” Fury sighs. “It seems we’re under attack. We don’t know who from, or why, but-”

“It’s HYDRA.”

“We don’t know that, it’s-”

“It has to be! Bucky escaped and he and Y/N were terrified of him being found and brought back there. And we just sat around like sitting ducks.” He sighs, massaging his temples. “We should never have come here.”

“Rogers. This entire compound is under lockdown. Nobody gets in or out. We have agents already beginning to search the building. We'll find them.” Fury insists, but Steve and Sam aren’t convinced.

“They could be anywhere in this damn building, alone and vulnerable. And we’re not going to let them be taken.”

Meanwhile, Y/N and Bucky try to find their way out of the maze that is the compound. Y/N swears that they’ve gone down the same hallway at least five times, but she’s too nervous to even say anything. They’ve only encountered a few HYDRA agents on their way, but Bucky dispatched them all with ease.

“I don’t like this,” she murmurs. “You’d think they would have sent more agents to take you back.”

“I know.” Bucky sighs. “They must be planning something. And that’s why we have to keep moving.” The further into the compound they go, the more nervous Y/N becomes. Her heart hasn’t stopped pounding from the moment the ‘guard’ entered the cell. All she wants to do is lie down and never get back up again. But she has to keep going and be strong. For both of them.

She registers Bucky squeezing her hand again, and it’s only then she realises that they’re still hand in hand. Of course, they have brushed their hands together before, but this is different. This is special, more intimate. “My girl.” Echoes in her mind, and something in her stomach flutters once more. In an ideal world, this is when she’d tell him the truth. That she thinks she’s falling in love with him. Of course, in an ideal world, they wouldn’t have been attacked by HYDRA either, but even then… Y/N’s not sure if she would’ve told him the truth. He’s been through so much already, even before all this. He doesn’t even know what his life is now that he’s escaped HYDRA, or what’s going to happen to him. Her admitting her feelings would destroy any progress he’s made, and force him to make a choice he may not even be ready for. That’s the last thing he needs.

“You okay? All things considered, that is.”

“Yeah.” She lies. “I just never realised how big this place is.”

As the pair keep walking, the hallway soon splits in to two. “So. Which way?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky steps forward, looking around cautiously.

“Stay here. I’ll go check it out.”

“No! You can’t go. Not alone, not when they’re looking for you!” She insists. Bucky places a reassuring hand on her forearm.

“I’ll be okay. If need be, I’ll end this on my own. I’ll be back soon. I promise.” And with one last reassuring squeeze, he’s gone.

She doesn’t know how long it’s been since Bucky left. She tried counting the minutes, but gave up after she reached ten. Nervously, she wrings her hands, trying to think of something that won’t make her panic. Bucky’s smart, he’s calculated. They trained him for moments like this. She knows that first hand. Would all his training really be enough to fight off however many HYDRA agents are swarming this place? But she can only think of one thing:

“Why did I let him go on his own?”

Suddenly, she hears footsteps. Relief floods her veins, and she sighs. It’s Bucky. He’s back, and he’s safe.

“Checking the east perimeter now.” With those words, everything falls apart. That voice definitely isn’t Bucky, and it’s not Steve or Sam either. And Y/N definitely isn’t about to stick around and find out whose it is. She opens a door, diving into the room and closing the door behind her.

The footsteps get louder and louder, and Y/N dives for cover under a table. She attempts to quieten her breathing, even wondering if HYDRA trains their agents to smell fear, or to notice the sound of panicked breathing or a raised heart rate. When the door opens, Y/N bites her tongue hard, trying to stop the frightened whimper that threatens to erupt. Where the hell is Bucky?

“Is somebody in here?”

Stay quiet.

Stay alive.

As the figure roams the room, Y/N huddles into herself, hoping it makes her invisible. Just like her grandma told her to do when she was too afraid of the monsters under her bed to sleep. “Wrap yourself up, nice and tight… and then the monsters can’t give you a fright.” Her words ring out, clear as day in Y/N’s mind. If only she could’ve known back then just how real the ghosts and monsters that she used to be so terrified of are. But this time, the monsters are so much more evil.

And then, silence falls. For a moment, Y/N is relieved, hoping it means that the man has finally left and she can continue her search for Bucky. That is, however, until a voice sounds.

“Well, what do we have here?” She’s pulled harshly up then, the tight grasp on her arm making her yelp out in pain. A flash of silver glints in the light, almost at her throat. A knife. In an instant, she’s transported back to her grandmother’s living room, when she first saw Bucky. When she knew that to ensure her survival and avoid being on the other end of those knives, she had to say the right things.

And now, she has to do it all over again.

Bucky though, he was different. He was kind enough to let her go… albeit in his own way. She doesn’t have that advantage here. But she’ll be damned if she’s not going to try.

“Oh.” The man chuckles, closing the gap between them both. “I know who you are. We know all about you. You’re the Winter Soldier’s friend, aren’t you?” She stays silent, a million different exit plans swirling throughout her brain. “Now come on. Where is he?”

“I don’t know.” She finally speaks. It’s not a lie. She hasn’t seen him in god knows how long. Yet the man remains unconvinced. So he asks again. And again, Y/N repeats her answer.

“Come on. You really expect me to believe that?!” He hisses after still not getting his desired response. Before she can even attempt to convince him of the truth, he grins, one that sends a chill throughout her body. “Fine.” He pulls out the knife, bringing it closer to her. The cool metal runs along her skin, her nerves intensifying. He has her life in her hands. One wrong move, and she’s gone. But even then, she still wouldn’t give Bucky up. “If you won’t tell me… I’ll just have to make you.”

Quickly, Y/N shoves him. It’s not hard enough to do much damage, but it’s still enough to knock the man back slightly. She makes a break for the door, but he’s quicker than her. He grabs her, slamming her against the wall and leaving her dazed for a moment. “You can stop this, you know. Save yourself. Just tell me the truth.” She pants, glaring at him.

“Did you not listen the first few times you asked me? I don’t know where he is. In fact, if he had any sense, he’d be gone, miles away from the risk of being taken again.” It hurts to say that, to think that Bucky would just throw her to the wolves like that, especially after everything they’ve shared. But honestly, she wouldn’t blame him if he ran. Above all else, Y/N wants Bucky to be safe. And she’d sacrifice herself to make sure of it.

“You can’t stop us. We’ll find him.”

“Not if I can help it. I won’t let you destroy him again.” She hisses.

“You have a lot of fight in you, but we’ll break you eventually. We always do.” He insists. “You’ll be so broken you won’t even remember your name, let alone any of the times you spent with your friends or your family. Just like we did to him.” He’s just trying to scare her into a confession. She knows that. But fear is not the primary emotion she feels in that moment. In fact, she’s full of rage. The way he speaks about Bucky, laughing like the things they did to him and the way they destroyed his life means nothing, disgusts her. As if his trauma, and the things they made him do are just jokes to them. He’s just collateral damage, a pawn in their larger plan.

When she said Bucky would burn the world down to protect her, she didn’t realise that she’d do the exact same for him.

“Go to hell.” She spits in his face. He looks at her curiously for a moment, almost as if he’s impressed by her refusal to back down, and her attempts to fight back. But then, he smirks.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.” In an instant, the knife is back at her throat, almost cutting into her skin. “You’re in for a world of hurt, sweetheart. You really want to test me?” He smirks. The way he stares at her, leering at her as he calls her sweetheart, is enough to churn her stomach. “Do you know what they tell us in HYDRA?” He chuckles. “They say the easiest way to infiltrate someone is through their heart.” He moves the knife lower, pointing it at her chest. Y/N’s heart pounds, so loud she swears it could be heard in the room. “Because once you threaten the people they love… getting them to do what you want becomes so much easier.” He stares at her again, smirking. “So how much does the Winter Soldier care about you, hm? Do you think he cares enough to come running when I hurt you?” Y/N’s blood chills, yet she still scoffs, hoping he can’t see how much his words are affecting her.

“She’s treated me with nothing but kindness since she found me here.” Bucky’s voice echoes in her mind. She can still picture his eyes, and the way they sparkle. How brightly he smiles whenever he sees her. How he broke out of his fucking cell to save her. The way he abandoned his fucking training and didn’t kill her. He does care about her, he does.

“Do it then. Strike through the heart. But you know what’s going to happen if you do kill me? The Winter Soldier is going to come after HYDRA. And he’ll come for you first.” She promises, hoping that the mere threat of a vengeful Bucky is enough to frighten the man. “And you know exactly what he’s capable of. How he can rip apart entire armies like they’re sheets of paper. Can you imagine what he’d do to you? Do you really want that?” The man pauses, and Y/N takes advantage of this to kick him hard in his shin.

He grunts in pain, lunging for her, but she brings her arm up, striking him with her elbow. She has no idea which part of his face it connects with, but from the scream of pain that fills the air, she knows it must have hurt. Y/N makes another break for the door, but he grabs her hair, pulling her back. She cries out, a furious call of: “Let. Me. Go!” The mixture of fear, rage and pure adrenaline burns within her, a Molotov cocktail of sorts. With one final push, Y/N shoves the man as hard as she can. He stumbles backwards, falling in slow motion. He hits his head on the side corner of the same table she was hiding under and hits the floor with a thud.

And then the room falls silent once more. Y/N steps forward, warily. Despite how close she gets, the man still doesn’t move. Once she’s sure he’s quiet, she lets out an almighty sigh of relief. Grabbing the knife, she finally leaves the room. However, as she steps outside, the adrenaline wears off, and the reality of the situation hits. For a moment, her legs almost go, and she narrowly avoids collapsing in a heap on the floor. Her heart pounds, her head throbs and she just wants to go to sleep.

But she has to keep moving, no matter what. Bucky would want her to. So, she takes a few more steps forward, until:

“Y/N? Y/N is that you?” A voice calls. And thankfully, this time it’s a voice she knows.

“Sam? Sam!” she calls, running into his arms. “I’ve never been so glad to see you.” She whimpers, almost breaking down in tears right there and then.

“Likewise.” He chuckles, giving her a squeeze. Almost as if he’s checking she’s real. Suddenly, he takes her in, and his eyes widen. “Are you okay?”

She glances down, noticing the blood on her clothes. Oh god. He must have nicked her with the knife. The knife that’s still in her hand. It slips out of her grasp, clattering against the floor.

“S-Someone found me. Someone from HYDRA. He tried to take me too, b-but I pushed him and he fell. He hit his head. I don’t know if he’s dead or- “

“Hey, it’s alright. You did good. You stopped him.” He soothes, letting her calm down. And for the most part, it works. Until he asks: “Where’s Bucky?”

“I don’t know.” She sniffles. “He went to scope for more agents, but he hasn’t come back.”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Sam soothes. “Steve and agents are out looking, too. I’m sure they’ll find him.” She nods, hoping to god that he’s right. “Come on. We should head back upstairs. At least the two of us are better than one.” She nods, and Sam leads her throughout the building. Even though she should feel reassured by Sam’s presence, and she appreciates his support, she feels anything but reassured. It’s still so quiet. Too quiet.

After walking for a while, they round the corner, almost colliding with a figure. Immediately, they prepare themselves for another fight… until the figure holds up their hands in surrender.

“It’s okay! It’s just me.” Steve gasps. For a moment, she’s relieved. Until she realises that he’s alone. Her heart sinks. Bucky’s still lost, god knows where in this fucking building. But who’s to say he’s even still in this place, that he hasn’t been dragged back by HYDRA?

“We still have more places to check. It’s alright, we’ll find him.” Steve reassures, almost as if he read her mind. And all she can do is hope that he’s right.

The trio keeps moving, keeping a watchful eye out for Bucky. Suddenly, a door bursts open at the end of the hallway, banging against the wall, the sound reverberating through the air. Reflexively, Y/N jumps. A figure stalks into view. One the trio knows all too well.

“Bucky. Thank god.” She breathes a sigh of relief. Bucky just stands there, watching the three of them. When she attempts to step closer, Steve and Sam stop her. “Guys, what’s-”

But then, he speaks.

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

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boxofthings · 6 months

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I'm still writing the Shadow!Roach GhostRoach au fic but I just need to ramble once again about how ANGSTY this shit would be from Ghost's perspective.

Imagine you're just freshly traumatized from the massacre of your remaining family, the family which offered you a sliver of hope that maybe you could live and actually enjoy a normal, civilian life.

You become an uncle, and all of a sudden, the fucked up past of your life feels so far away, like a new beginning has come for you, and you have the chance to become someone who isn't so sullied by violence and death.

Then one day you come home and find out that very last human aspect of your chaotic life has been ripped away from you all because of your occupation as a soldier. It all feels like it was your fault, and you feel as though the last human part of you has died alongside your remaining family.

Imagine you return to your military life, alone and bitter towards everything and everyone around you. You join a new task force to perhaps give yourself a fresh environment that won't remind you of the old squad members that aided in the death of your family. And you swear that you won't ever let anyone break your trust in such a way ever again.

Imagine a new recruit (Roach) joins your task force. He bothers you, and tries his hardest to befriend you, as if the others whispering that you aren't worth the effort hardly faze him at all. You try to avoid him as much as possible, but he watches your back in battle, strikes up conversations in between missions, offers you coffee in the mornings when it's just you two, and suddenly you can't get him out of your head.

Years go by, and this teammate slowly feels like someone that could be important to you. You go on missions together, fight side by side together, get promoted together, and one day you realize that this man just feels right with you. And it's scary, because now that you realize you want more, you understand that this is something that could so easily be torn away like all the good things that came before.

So you never tell him what he means to you. And one day, just as you predicted, this person that means so much to you it's like breathing, is brutally taken away from you right before your eyes, and you're completely helpless to it all.

Imagine the aftermath, Ghost fully anguished and alone, with dog tags that don't belong to him, and the last person he ever loved never knowing how he felt.

THEN imagine years later, he's fighting for his life to protect this new task force he's grown fond of, and suddenly he looks into the eyes of an enemy soldier and realizes, with a painful confusion, that he recognizes them.

#im so normal about this concept ok #roach working as a shadow company soldier is so mmmm #i PROMISE im still writing this and i WILL get this done even if it kills me #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #ghostroach #shadow!roach au #im just rambling like i really had to get this out there #call of duty #cod #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #box of words #box of posts

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ctrl-alt-bucky · 6 months

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Hmmm I'm itching to make a headcannon list for an AU that adds Bucky Barnes (post ca:ws) into the COD universe..... Specifically how Bucky and Ghost would react together being on Taskforce 141

2 masked men who are both traumatized as fuck yet gentle and kind in ways you'd never imagine, with huge muscles, a borderline fetish for tactical gear & stashing weapons in every piece of their clothing, endlessly brooding/intimidating and dangerously silent at times, and don't forget: hopelessly idiot-sexual

#if this gets even 1 note I'm gonna start writing the draft idc #don't expect it to be a good one tho bc its been *checks wrist* 3 years since ive written anything wowie #BUT! the idea is out there and i hope it encourages yall to also mash these scary (hot) men into the same universe #the fact that i havent seen this yet is.... surprising #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #mcu au #cod au #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #cod ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod headcanons

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