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Call out my Name Pt1.

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader Warnings: Mentions of violence, guns and typical COD things, Reader likes tea a lot, fools in love, this is unedited so i apologise in advance. Authors Note: This is a four part series, please please please reblog if you enjoyed reading it. Not only is it nice for my work to be seen but it's also a massive confidence boost <3. This chapter is set before the events of Strike.

Neither you or Ghost can sleep, you sought each others company each time the silence became too loud. It became a habit, whispered confessions, meaningful conversations and simple chatter all in the early hours of the morning.

Briefing as always was long winded, Price tried to keep it short and sharp but with Soaps near constant joking alongside the myriad of questions they had about their individual assignments it went far longer than intended. With the task force still being relatively new it wasn’t odd for them to split, and as one of the newer members and the squad's first combat approved medic it was hard to keep track of them. After the briefing you’d returned to your room calling it an early night, hoping that despite the pre-deployment nerves you’d manage to get at least a few hours of sleep in.

Sleep never came.

The red glow of your digital clock seemed to taunt you as minutes turned to hours, eventually you gave up. Slipping out of bed, ignoring the cold bite of the concrete flooring as it made contact with bare feet. The hallways were empty, as you expected them to be at one am. Passing Soaps room you paused, soft snores indicating that the Scotsman was dead to the world which wasn’t out of the ordinary. Across from him was Gaz, a soft tune playing from the radio in his room could be heard. He often played music to sleep, you assumed that it was for comfort he later confessed that he did it to drown out Soaps snoring. As you approached Ghost’s room there was only silence, if it were anyone else you would have been worried but you’d become accustomed to the enigma that was Ghost. Perhaps he was already up on the roof, guilt pooled in your stomach as you secretly hoped that he too was having trouble sleeping.

Shuffling into the kitchen you made a b-line for the kettle, grabbing a mug you started on making tea. It was something simple, something easy and something that provided a source of warmth and comfort during the lonely hours of the night. Normally you’d make two mugs, one for you and one for the lieutenant. Except he was being responsible for once and actually getting some sleep. The soothing scent of peppermint filled your senses, a sigh of relief left you as your body relaxed at the smell alone. Picking up the mug you made your way up to the roof, leeching off of the tea's warmth as a cool breeze washed over you.

There wasn't much to see from the roof of the base, mainly the shooting range which remained unused with most of the base sound asleep in their rooms. Spotting the set of deck chairs that had been smuggled onto the roof you moved forward and sat, head leaning back to stare up at the starless night.

You’d lost track of the time, the sudden weight of a jacket being draped over your body was enough to wake you. When had you fallen asleep? The familiar smell of gunpowder and whiskey pulled you from your sleepy haze, eyes opening only to land on Ghosts hulking figure. He stood in front of you, mask covering his face as usual and even then you could tell that he was disappointed. Although you couldn’t tell if it was because he was disappointed in you, or because he’d woken you up.

“You shouldn’t be sleeping on the roof, Chip.”

He attempted to scold you but there was no real weight to his words, you were fairly sure it was just his way of showing you that he cared. After all if he didn't, why would he make sure you were warm enough? Shrugging you sat up, pulling the jacket on in an attempt to rid the chill that slowly crept up your spine. Ghost pulled the deck chair closer to yours, taking a seat and offering you a fresh mug of peppermint tea. This man was a literal god.

"Thanks Lt. What time is it?"

"3am." You turned away as he lifted his mask, taking a sip from his own mug. Even after almost a year of sleepless nights spent on this roof you still turned away, out of respect for his privacy. It had been a few years since you’d first met the legendary Ghost, he’d saved your life.

“Rookie! Rookie- get back!” Your commanding officer screamed at you, pushing you hard in the chest as the building crumbled. You fell flat on your ass, dust clouded your vision as you scooted backwards trying to avoid the rubble that fell at your feet. Standing up you looked around, trying to find a way out of the house you were now trapped in. Your comm crackled to life, the Lieutenants voice strained as he spoke. “Rookie? You there..”

“You sound injured, Sir. I’ll come find you.”

“No- not enough time. Just get out of here! Find the others and get to evac. That’s an order.”

The rest passed by in a blur, you’d managed to climb out of a window and drop down into an empty alleyway. Gunfire sounded in the distance, the yells of enemy soldiers were close. Perhaps they hadn’t seen you yet. So you ran, doing your best to make it to the evac point before it was too late. For the first time you were alone in a warzone, it wasn’t your first time facing combat but it was your first time alone in enemy territory.

Reaching a crossroad you came to a dead stop, three enemy soldiers blocked the way and they’d seen you. Scrambling back behind the wall you crouched, returning fire trying to ignore the feeling of dread that filled your chest as more soldiers appeared. Ducking back you reloaded your weapon, desperately trying to find the best way out of the situation you’d gotten yourself into. That’s when you realised that their fire had redirected, instead of shooting at you their focus was on the sudden appearance of a masked man.

Ghost had appeared out of the shadows, it was as if he had been there the whole time lying in wait. It was a bloodbath and somehow you’d both made it out of there alive. He didn’t say a word to you when you reached the evac point, only nodding when you thanked him before reuniting with your squad.

“Chip? Are you even listening to me?” His voice pulled you from the memory, blinking a few times you tilted your head. Had he been speaking the whole time?

“Sorry- I totally zoned out.”

“Wow, and here I was thinking I had your undivided attention.” He teased lightly, sipping his tea.

“Well- if it makes you feel better I was thinking about you.” Your brain had short circuited the moment the words left your mouth, even under the mask you could see that he was smirking at your comment. You’d flirted with Ghost before, a dangerous game the two of you played as you toed the line between just friends and something more. There were feelings there, but neither of you would act on them.

“If that’s the case, I think I’ll just cut to the chase then.” Confused, you tilted your head to the side, scooting to the edge of the chair to listen to what he had to say. It wasn’t often that Simon told you something, normally you’d be doing most of the talking unless something was really bothering him. “After this mission, would you like to go out to dinner with me? As a date?”

For the second time in minutes your brain was short circuiting, surely this was some sort of sick fever dream. Ghost asking you out on a date, an actual date. All you could do was stare at him dumbfounded, he stared back his gaze serious yet soft as he waited for your answer.

“Ghost I-”

“Simon.. Call me Simon.”

“I would love to go on a date with you, Sim-”

You were cut short by the access door swinging wildly, Soap stepped out with a dramatic yawn, Gaz followed close behind with two mugs of coffee. They spotted you both and cheered, as if it had been their mission to find you both in the first place. Scooting to the side you gave Gaz enough room to sit next to you, Soap attempted the same with Ghost and was shot with a harsh glare. You couldn’t help but laugh.

With Gaz and Soap now on the roof there was too much chatter, they were already debating which team would win the football cup. Trying to get Ghost to add in his opinion as if he were some sort of football god. Catching his eye you smiled, a pink hue rising on your cheeks as he winked at you.

All you could do was hope that deployment ended fast.

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Theory: Valentino was the famous 1920s actor Rudolph Valentino, the "Latin Lover".

Who was Rudolph Valentino?

Rodolfo Pietro Filiberto Raffaello Guglielmi di Valentina d'Antonguella (May 6, 1895 – August 23, 1926), known professionally as Rudolph Valentino and nicknamed the "Latin Lover", was an Italian actor based in the United States who starred in several well-known silent films from 1921 to 1926, including The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, The Sheik, Blood and Sand, The Eagle, and The Son of the Sheik.

Valentino was a sex symbol of the 1920s, known in Hollywood as the "Latin Lover" (a title invented for him by Hollywood moguls), the "Great Lover", or simply "Valentino". His early death at the age of 31 caused mass hysteria among his fans, further cementing his place in early cinematic history as a cultural film icon.

Valentino was born in Castellaneta, Apulia, Italy…unable to secure employment in Italy, he departed for the United States in 1913. He was processed at Ellis Island at age 18 on December 23, 1913. Valentino never applied for American citizenship, and retained his Italian citizenship.

Arriving in New York City, he supported himself with odd jobs such as busing tables in restaurants and gardening. Around 1914, restaurateur Joe Pani who owned Castles-by-the-Sea, the Colony, and the Woodmansten Inn was the first to hire Rudolph to dance the tango with Joan Sawyer for $50 per week.

Eventually, he found work as a taxi dancer at Maxim's Restaurant-Cabaret. Among the other dancers at Maxim's were several displaced members of European nobility, for whom a premium demand existed…Valentino left town [in 1917], and joined a traveling musical that led him to the West Coast.

[…] With his dancing success, Valentino found a room of his own on Sunset Boulevard, and began actively seeking screen roles. His first part was as an extra in the film Alimony, moving on to small parts in several films. Despite his best efforts, he was typically cast as a "heavy" (villain) or gangster. At the time, the archetypal major male star was Wallace Reid, with a fair complexion, light eyes, and an All-American look, with Valentino the opposite; he eventually supplanted Sessue Hayakawa as Hollywood's most popular "exotic" male lead.

[…] With the Douglas Fairbanks type being the supposed epitome of manhood, Valentino was sometimes portrayed as a threat to the "All American" man. One man, asked in a street interview in 1922 what he thought of Valentino, replied, "Many other men [say they] desire to be another Douglas Fairbanks. But Valentino? I wonder…"

Women in the same interview found Valentino, quote, "Triumphantly seductive. He puts the love-making of the average husband or sweetheart into discard as tame, flat, and unimpassioned."

Some journalists were still calling [Valentino's] "masculinity" into question, going on at length about his pomaded hair, his dandyish clothing, his treatment of women, his views on women, and whether he was "effeminate" or not. Valentino hated these stories, and was known to carry clippings of the newspaper articles around with him and criticize them.

In July 1926, the Chicago Tribune reported that a vending machine dispensing pink talcum powder (face powder) had appeared in an upscale hotel's men's washroom. An editorial that followed used the story to protest the supposed feminization of American men, and blamed the talcum powder on Valentino and his films. The piece infuriated Valentino, and he challenged the writer to his choice of a boxing or wrestling match, since dueling was illegal. Neither challenge was answered.

Shortly afterward, Valentino met with journalist H. L. Mencken for advice on how best to deal with the incident. Mencken advised Valentino to "let the dreadful farce roll along to exhaustion" (i.e. "do nothing"), but Valentino insisted the editorial was "infamous", [and must be answered for in a one-on-one fight].

After Valentino challenged the Tribune's anonymous writer to a boxing match, the New York Evening Journal boxing writer, Frank O'Neill, volunteered to fight in his place. Valentino won the bout, which took place on the roof of New York's Ambassador Hotel.

Heavyweight champion Jack Dempsey, who trained Valentino and other Hollywood notables of the era in boxing, said of him: "He was the most virile and masculine of men. The women were like flies to a honeypot. He could never shake them off, anywhere he went. What a lovely, lucky guy."

Mencken found Valentino to be likable and gentlemanly, and wrote sympathetically of him in an article published in The Baltimore Sun a week after Valentino's death:

"It was not that trifling Chicago episode that was riding him; it was the whole grotesque futility of his life. Had he achieved, out of nothing, a vast and dizzy success? Then that success was hollow as well as vast—a colossal and preposterous nothing. Was he acclaimed by yelling multitudes? Then every time the multitudes yelled, he felt himself blushing inside…the thing, at the start, must have only bewildered him, but in those last days, unless I am a worse psychologist than even the professors of psychology, it was revolting him. Worse, it was making him afraid…here was a young man who was living daily the dream of millions of other men. Here was one who was catnip to women. Here was one who had wealth and fame, and here was one who was very unhappy [in spite of that wealth and fame]."

[…] Valentino was also the "sex symbol" of his time in the 1920s. The sheet music cover for "Rodolph Valentino Blues" written in 1922, to quote the lyrics, "Oh Mister Rodolph Valentino / I know I've got the Valentino blues / And when you come up on the screen / Oh! You're so romantic, I go frantic at the views!

[…] [Prior to his death], Valentino was fascinated with every part of movie-making. During production on a Mae Murray film, he spent time studying the director's plans. He craved authenticity and wished to shoot on location, finally forming his own production company, Rudolph Valentino Productions, in 1925. Valentino, George Ullman, and Beatrice Ullman were the incorporators.

[…] Valentino once told gossip columnist Louella Parsons that: "The women I love don't love me. The others don't matter." He claims that despite his success as a sex symbol, in his personal love life, he never achieved happiness.

[…] In 1919—just before the rise of his career—Valentino impulsively married actress Jean Acker, who was also [romantically] involved with actresses Grace Darmond and Alla Nazimova.

Acker became involved with Valentino in part to remove herself from the lesbian love triangle, quickly regretted the marriage, and locked Valentino out of their room on their wedding night. The couple separated soon after, and the marriage was never consummated [on account of Acker being a lesbian].

The couple remained legally married until 1921, when Acker sued Valentino for divorce, citing desertion. The divorce was granted, with Acker receiving alimony. She and Valentino eventually renewed their friendship, and remained friends until his death.

[His second marriage to actress Winifred Shaughnessy, known by her stage name, Natacha Rambova—an American silent film costume and set designer, art director, and protégée of Alla Nazimova, his ex-wife's lesbian lover—ended far more poorly.

The two married in 1922, remarried in 1923, and divorced in 1925. Towards the end of their marriage, Rambova was banned from his sets by contract. The end of the marriage was bitter, with Valentino bequeathing Rambova one dollar in his will.]

[…] From the time he died in 1926 until the 1960s, Valentino's sexuality was not generally questioned in print. At least four books, including the notoriously libelous Hollywood Babylon, suggested that [Valentino] may have been gay, despite his marriage to Rambova. For some, the marriages to Acker and Rambova, as well as the relationship with Pola Negri, added to the suspicion that Valentino was gay, and that these were "lavender marriages".

Some claim that Valentino had a relationship with Ramón Novarro, despite Novarro stating they barely knew each other. Hollywood Babylon recounts a story that Valentino had given Novarro an art deco dildo as a gift, which was found stuffed in his throat at the time of his murder. It is believed that no such gift existed.

There were also claims that he may have had relationships with both roommates Paul Ivano and Douglas Gerrad, as well as Norman Kerry, and openly gay French theatre director and poet Jacques Hébertot. However, Ivano maintained that it was untrue, and both he and Valentino were heterosexual. Biographers Emily Leider and Allan Ellenberger generally agree that [Valentino] was most likely straight, [though others have disputed this].

There was further supposed evidence that Valentino was gay; documents in the estate of the late author Samuel Steward indicated that Valentino and Steward were sexual partners. However, evidence found in Steward's claim was subsequently found to be false, as Valentino was in New York on the date Steward claimed a sexual encounter occurred in Ohio.

[Valentino died on 23 August 1926, at the age of 31, due to complications from perforated ulcer surgery, resulting in sepsis (bacterial poisoning), a collapsed lung, and other fatal conditions.]

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