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darkeraurora · 7 months

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Admissions Masterlist

NSFW - MDNI

Status: ON GOING

Warnings: mentions of SA, trauma and PTSD, Simon's shitty dad, and lots of focus on healing since life hasn't been very nice to our sweet boy.

A/N: I'll have to take a break for the next couple of months because we're moving, but I'll get back and we'll get Ghosty some more... special attention and TLC really soon.

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s0fter-sin · 17 days

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i need ghoap frantically making out against a door finally taking the leap on their feelings. need ghost grinding against soap, expecting to find him just as hard as him, only to feel nothing

and in all his wisdom and experience, he concludes soap was tortured and never told him

he’s trying to think of a delicate way to say he understands, that he’s been through it and it doesn’t change anything about how he feels (and who the fuck touched him so he can hunt them down and rend them limb from limb)

meanwhile trans!soap’s just trying to find the best angle to grind his cunt on ghost’s thigh

just it never even entering ghost’s head bc he’s never known a trans person but he has met plenty of people who’ve been tortured - himself included - so of course that’s his logical leap

soap takes off his shirt and he sees his top surgery scars and ghost asks if he wants him to kill the one who did it and soap just hums like, “actually, man did pretty good, they healed real well,” and ghost’s just teary-eyes with awe at how well he’s coping, “looking on the bright side, that’s my johnny.”

imagine he thinks johnny was fully castrated but sees he’s determined to still have a sex life with him so he buys packers and straps to help him bc hell yeah healing and soap’s just like, “holy shit i’ve never had such a thoughtful partner before, such a sweet man, lt.”

#he a little confused but he got the spirit #its so good bc it can be super angsty of ghost really dreading whats been done to his sergeant and trying to make it right #or just go full crack treated seriously and have fun with it #i love just completely oblivious ghost #in any military context hes the smartest guy in the room #he always knows the play and has more experience than anyone #but stick him in the normal world? man is Lost #ghost just thinks hes had some kind of reconstruction surgery after being tortured and accepts thats what johnny looks like #bc hes never seen a pussy before #it takes years for soap to actually come out to him bc he just never thought to #hes seen him naked theyve literally slept together what else is there for him to say #then he shows him like a family album or something and ghosts just like ‘why arent you in any of these i only see girls’#and he just goes ‘hang on a second’#soap gets one of his sporadic periods one night and panics a little thinking it would weird ghost out or remind him that hes not cis #but ghost just thinks its a normal part of such a thorough reconstruction that hed bleed sometimes #and doesnt question it when soap grabs a pad out of his drawer bc ‘thats such a good way of handling the discharge my johnnys so smart’#just really supportive ghost for the wrong reasons #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap cod

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peachesofteal · 1 day

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The day starts as any other does.

You take the train to your stop. You’re early for it, always giving yourself ample time, anxiety about being late building in the back of your throat like a sickness every morning until your feet grace the platform, head and eyes down inside the crowd of shoulders jostling and pushing forward as one.

The day is as normal as ever. You blend into the background of other’s lives, taking up space in their peripheral, just a blink, a dot of existence, an extra on set. A stranger in a strange world.

It stays that way until you settle into a spot against a window, thumbing through the scroll of unanswered emails, mentally prioritizing and preparing for a busy morning. It’s not until a shadow of black, tar and tenebrous mass moves close that your focus jolts, electricity fissuring through your veins, a lightning bolt striking true.

You blink twice when you look up.

There’s a man, heavy and broad, facing the opposite direction of every single soul on board, staring at you with half lidded eyes. No one seems to notice, no one even seems to see him, the hulking mass taking up more space than feels possible, and the train car’s air is impossibly thin, wrapping tight to your lungs, chemical and fuel burning across the back of your tongue.

It’s abundantly clear, this is not a man. He exceeds his skeleton, immortal rage and grace shimmering in the air around him, unblinking focus turning the skin on the back of your neck scalding hot. The rest of you crawl, jitters and shakes, hands trembling in your lap as you try and try again to look away, caught in the web of something you can’t name.

An old prayer splinters through your head, splitting your mind wide, reminding you of ancient stories passed through the ages of silent, sulking gods who wait in the wings, watching for the moment the sun calls them back into the light.

It’s not possible.

You reaffirm rational thought. Long dead religion and long dead gods- old wives tales from your upbringing, weren’t real. They weren’t tangible.

You left all that behind. You existed, flourished, in modern society now, living and breathing alongside those who grew up with televisions and cellphones and endless, mindless entertainment.

But when you look back up at the… presence, he hasn’t looked away. He only watches with a tilted head, shiny scar in his eyebrow catching the warm glow of the rising sun.

And you can’t shake the feeling he’s something more than a man.

#girl who thinks Simon is an old god #peaches writes #this is giving literally NOTHING so don’t get excited #simon riley #simon riley x reader #phone writing

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theloveinc · 5 days

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I always think it's a little surprising, irritating, endearing, something when big, tough men find solace in being gentle with their daughters.

There's reason to do tough things with them, too, to make sure they grow up strong and independent, but I think of a man like Simon "Ghost" Riley, who spent a huge percentage of his life being beaten down consistently by almost all the men who were around him.

And sure, he trusts the men in his task force with his life now, no question about it, but... I think the sudden calm he experiences when he starts to raise a daughter is beyond strange for him, but also weirdly... healing, too. Enjoyable.

That's not to say he doesn't, and hasn't, enjoyed the boyish things in life, the watching sports, the playing in the dirt, the pretending to hold guns part of growing up... but he finds himself sitting through your daughter's ballet class, overwhelmed by the calm that surrounds him, actually able to focus on the intensity of her pliers, her releves, the way her pink skirt ripples when she leaps into a sauter.

It's a new realization, a new kind of war (between him and learning how to be a parent), but it's one that doesn't revolve around the consistent anxiety that warps his stomach when he watches boys, little or not, teeter the line between roughhousing and fighting, picking on one another for shedding accidental tears that, really, cause no harm.

With your daughter, he's set in charge of watching her play with her friends and finds there is no lump in his stomach when she giggles with them, no dark possibility drifting in the back of his mind that she'll reach out and get her arm broken by someone she trusts--the fights she fights with her peers all between the characters they play and not between their fists, their games of laughter and drama and screaming but not of raging violence.

There's people who ask him, people who joke, wouldn't a man like him prefer a son? He must've been so disappointed... Yet, Simon still has yet to think of the best way to tell them that he honestly enjoys having a daughter a little bit more, that she runs to him and not for a second is he afraid she's hiding a snake up her sleeve, because she's only ever greeted him with flowers.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #my kitten was named simon :( my simon says #now he's named corky LMAO i'm so mad at my aunt for that #but i just imagine ghost being like oh a daughter cool. and then he's like actually raising her and he's like hallelujah thank you jesus LO #'dont u want a boy?' no sir not at all gosh bless :) - ghost probably #anyway then u have a boy anyway and ghost is . p*ssing himself.#next step: convincing him to get a pet #if this is problematic... i sorry #i wanted to say it #its weird how many men have told me they think being a girl seems so much more relaxing and fu .. and i honestly have to be like. it is tbh #caitie posts #ghost #gen #kids tw

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ghouljams · 9 months

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1870s!Ghost: So you think I’m PRETTY???!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? 💖💖💖

You keep doing it. "Pretty boy, over here." "If you weren't so pretty..." "You just gonna sit there lookin' pretty or are you gonna help?" Pretty, pretty, pretty. It's driving Ghost crazy. He isn't pretty dammit. How would you know anyway? You haven't even seen his face.

Ghost pulls a cloth over the ejector rod of his six shooter, cleaning and greasing the parts of his pistol as he lays them out over the kitchen table. It's practiced and methodical work, easy on his head. He's got no reason to think about pretty sharp shooters while he's cleaning his gun.

"You're getting grease all over my table pretty boy."

Ghost catches your arm as you walk past, pulls you back towards him, "You keep callin' me that we're gonna have a problem."

"What? Pretty boy?" You smile, don't bother trying to shake his hand off. Ghost loosens his grip, to be gentlemanly. You could slip free, you don't.

"You think you're funny."

"Not a lick," your smile hardly budges. Ghost feels his jaw tick, clenching it too hard. It's not right for someone as pretty as you to be calling him that. Kind words are reserved for people like you, not him.

He can't tell you that. You wouldn't understand, and you'd made it clear your position on sweet talking. Although that rule didn't seem to apply to you. Ghost hums, releases your arm and turns back to his work. You're too quick to grab his jaw and turn his attention back to you, his eyes widen.

"It's 'cause I'm betting you are pretty under this," your fingers tap his mask, the soft black fabric and painted wood skull, "S'why you wear it, don't wanna break any hearts." The sincerity in your voice makes heat race over Ghost's cheeks, he's never been more thankful to have his face hidden. He's sure you'd get a kick out of his blush.

Ghost swats your hand away, tries to focus on the pieces of his gun, tries to remember what he'd cleaned. "Take your sweet talk to the barn, isn't that the rule?" He can't have you being so friendly with him, giving a man ideas.

"Maybe I wouldn't mind you sweet talking me."

"What?" Ghost thinks he might twist his spine out of his back with how quick he turns to look at you, but you're already halfway out the back door. His heart pounds in his chest as you wave a hand over your shoulder, done with the conversation. Pretty. He's going to have to get used to that.

#simon ghost riley #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #gunslinger!ghost #oc: goose #ghost x oc #me grabbing ghost by the shoulders and shaking: she wants to fuck you #get your girl gunslinger #shes better than whatever bounty youre chasing #1870s!cowboy

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tsireyast · 2 months

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Ok hear me out soapghost pjo au

Ghost is a child of hades because of course he is, the whole skull mask thing as well as his entire family being dead and him going through The Horrors™. Very son of hades of him.

Soap is a son of Hephaestus. He likes making little machines that blow up and i just feel like it matches his personality well.

In this universe im sticking to the headcannon that older demigods are not usually targeted by monsters since they are too powerful, but adult demigods are very rare nonetheless.

For a while neither of them know the other is a demigod as well. I imagine they're on a mission one day and soap finds out when he runs into ghost killing a cyclops with a celestial bronze sword, and he just like "???!?!?!??? I thought you were a mortal?????" And ghost is like "i thought *you* were a mortal"

(they both went to camp half-blood but bc of their age difference they weren't both there at the same time)

#i just love mixing up both my favorite fandoms together #now i can go wild for both of my fave pieces of media at the same time!#i actually have more but idk how the fuck id be able to get monsters and girls and generation lossinvolved in here #also i realized my moota on this blog have no odea about some of my interests sinfe i dont post about them here #anyways im just rambling now #son of Hephaestus soap my beloved #percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #soapghost #ghostsoap #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

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cod-dump · 1 year

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Ghost: Soft reminder to non chicken owners. They’ll eat ANYTHING. I just watched my chickens chase after one that was attempting to swallow a whole baby bird

#IM ACTIVELY WATCHING MY GIRLS TRYING TO EAT A BABY BIRD #I CANT GET IT FROM HER #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #simon ghost riley #incorrect quotes

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missphantoms · 1 year

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The audacity some people have to bitch about women writing self-insert fanfiction with the characters they like.

Like for fuck sake let women enjoy their shit. You are entitled to dislike it but you don't have to be an ass about it.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost mw2 #mw2 fanfic #cod modern warfare #fanfic #simon ghost riley #soap x you #call of duty #john soap mactavish #task force 141 #the girls that get it get it

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 months

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The Genius Florist (Killshot, Part 1.)

Description: The occupation as a member of SAS came along with many restrictions and rules one had to follow to a dot. It could get even more intense for a soldier carrying a lot of trauma and not enough self-love, if any at all. Thank God, this lonely soldier meets a lonely florist one day, and as they say - animals have the best judge of character.

Part Summary: Johnny MacTavish was about to make the most important step of his life and asked one of his best mates and boss to come along. Unexpectedly, the day brings a new hope at rekindling old relationships and making new ones.

A/N: For some unknown reason, my brain blipped and decided to give the reader glasses. It is for you to decide if she's having them on at work only or if she wears them all the time... Or whether she wears them at all. Also, the cover of Modern Warfare 2: Ghost eludes me to believe that Simon likes a cig or two every now and then. I wouldn't assume he's a regular smoker, but he defo likes to light one up when he drinks or feels like there's too much on his shoulders.

Word count: 6.5K

Tagging: x

Master list: H E R E | Ghost's tapes: P L A Y L I S T

Never in his lifetime would Simon Riley imagine he’d been caught doing this. Frankly, he’d be rather caught dead than doing whatever this was. Deep inside, very deep, he was honoured to be chosen for this opportunity. The main cameraman, Johnny exclaimed jokingly, making Simon roll his eyes. Soap knew he got him hooked right then and there. On the other hand, Simon wouldn't ever imagine Johnny MacTavish getting into a very serious relationship with a Brit; mainly due to Johnny's everlasting ramblings about how the Brits in his unit are the bane of his existence. That changed when Soap met her; a wonderful, smart, and beautiful lass named Cassie. She was, according to her own words, the happiest and luckiest gal in the whole wide world thanks to Johnny.

Sure, Simon couldn’t really comprehend how it was even possible for someone as idiotic as Soap to make such a wonderful woman this content, but he didn’t dig into it much. If anything, it was endearing watching the two slowly fall deeper and deeper into each other. However, in the beginning, Simon had difficult time warming up to Cassie and her presence. By now, he was more or less comfortable around her and accepted her as an extended part of Johnny himself. The lass taught MacTavish how to be more extroverted and slowly let him blossom under her influence. Their happiness couldn't be measured.

He first met Cassie a year back. The night they'd been introduced in a pub was certainly a night to remember. Simon spent most of the time staring into his glass of whiskey, listening to the chatter around him, chuckling under his baklava - the unit members invited were interviewing poor Cassie as if their lives depended on it. Johnny, to make known that he was there for her the entire time, laughed along happily and jumped in whenever the question seemed inappropriate. Johnny's palm ran up and down her upper thigh under the table the whole time. This intimate gesture was saved only for lovers. At first, Simon didn’t overthink it; yet the longer he bore witness to said gesture, the more it itched itself into the back of his head. Needless to say, he was the first to leave that evening, packing his stuff in a rush just so he wouldn’t intrude for much longer.

As he walked home, Simon tried to reflect on what could be the reason behind him suddenly getting so upset over a sign of affection - he witnessed it all the time. Strangers out in public were hugging, holding hands, kissing and always making out. It was easy to dissociate from random strangers. The dissociation became harder the moment it was one of his closest comrades who found his soulmate. The way he talked about her with the boys, the tone of his voice when he called her just to hear how her day was, the newly found glimpse of courage in his eyes each time they were about to enter the battlefield… That was the moment Simon halted and took in a sharp breath.

This, this was the root of the problem, Simon realized. What they had was, to a tee, something Simon longed for in his deepest, darkest fantasies - someone to lean into, someone to laugh about everyday ordinary bollocks with, someone to dance to tacky songs with. Someone to hold, cherish and love for the rest of his life. That one special lass who’d be waiting for him at their apartment after a long deployment. The one who’d love his face no matter how many scars would pile up on it in the coming years. Someone he could cook with, and share his space with without fear or regrets. And maybe even… Simon shook his head. No, imagining a smaller version of himself running around the apartment was a bit too far-fetched, even for him. He could barely imagine dating, so jumping straight to kids was a rather rushed conclusion. This was his little impossible fantasy that was to never come true.

The older Simon got, the louder this longing got - the harder it was to ignore. He wasn’t getting any younger, it felt like he was running out of time. Not ever building himself a proper future was something he thought he was already settled with... But now that MacTavish got himself something Simon would trade his existence for, and it seemed to be working seemingly flawlessly… Why couldn’t Simon do the same? Could he still excuse his loneliness with his work? Hardly, Johnny was making it work even through their occupation. Maybe it was time to pour himself a glass of wine - Simon Riley was unable to start and maintain a meaningful human connection. As soon as he got intimate with anyone outside his unit, all of his alarms started to ring and red flags rose before he and the person got truly intimate. Knowingly, he forbade himself from such a life, mainly due to his duty to the crown. Another fact playing a huge role in all of this was his past and all the demons that refused to stay hidden in the shadows.

Poor Cassie was hot on her heels to bring the boys a pie she baked later in the evening - she approached Simon and apologized for the night before. She didn't know if she'd done something inappropriate to upset him or if she said something wrong... But the pie symbolized a peace offering. The white flag of truce, that's how Cassie phrased it. Poor lass didn't know it was Simon roasting himself mentally. She had nothing to do with his temper or bad mood. If anything, it would've been more appropriate for Simon to bake at least three pies for her. She deserved it more. Each time Ghost thought of this moment, recalling as Cassie watched him with tears in her eyes hoping she'd be forgiven for nothing, he had to smile. He made a new friend that morning. A genuine friend outside the unit - now, Cassie checked on him regularly, always trying to woo super-secret information out of him, something dragging him for a hangout with her and Johnny. Sometimes, Cassie would succeed with extorting the information even out of someone as stoic as Simon was (for example, Cassie was one of the only two people who knew about Simon's soft spot for kittens and puppies), sometimes she'd 'fail miserably', to quote her (she once tried to ask about the type of women Simon was into, possibly leading into setting up a date for him if he wasn't careful enough).

One question still remained - why, for the love of God, was Simon chosen to keep MacTavish company while he picks out the bouquet of flowers for his proposal? Why did Johnny honour him by giving him the position of the cameraman? It was around noon. By this point, Johnny had shoved the diamond ring in Simon's face at least fifteen times. This morning alone. Simon hadn't even bothered counting how many times he saw the small piece of jewellery in the past months during their deployment. Soap kept the ring on him the entire time, telling the lads that Cassie would love the idea of him holding onto the ring during the most intense moments of his life. MacTavish proclaimed this a sign of devotion and love, Riley a sign of idiocy and madness.

“Are you sure we’re heading in the right direction?” - The masked man asked his comrade as he watched him shove the ring back into his jacket. Soap glanced at him mindlessly, looking around for a bit. “Positive, Ghost. My soon-to-be mum-in-law tipped me off to go to this particular shop on this particular day. There’s this genius florist whom she orders bouquets from all the time, said they were the nicest she’d ever seen. Should be riiiiight…” - MacTavish checked his phone again, poking his head around the corner to see if he was right. - “There.”

Both army men stopped in their tracks to look at the flower shop properly. The place looked awfully inviting and sunny even though it was located five minutes away from Soho. This place simply begged for the standbys to look inside and give it a try, it asked to be explored. The shop bore similarity to an intimate greenhouse in the middle of the concrete jungle of London. Ghost immediately noticed that even most people visiting the café on the other side of the street glanced inside the secluded space dreamily. The greenhouse wasn't walled off by concrete, instead, huge portions of said walls were made out of glass, showing the ridiculous amount of flowers, decorations and fairy lights hung all over the interior. Among cut flowers, the shop also offered a fair amount of succulents and exotic flowers delicately placed into either elegant or colourful, almost childish pots. Amid this chaos, there was a desk, a countertop to be precise, with azure colour painted all across it. Name of the flower shop? Rosemary’s. Simply Rosemary’s. Who was Rosemary? No clue.

The two gentlemen entered the shop while chatting, making sure to close the door behind them - the weather was cold and gloomy, and there was this omnipresent darkness even though it was barely 1 p.m. Funnily enough, the mood outside didn’t make it inside in any way, shape of form. The temperature and humidity were taken up to 11 inside the shop, presumably to keep all the exotic plants and succulents in good shape. The cut flowers didn't seem to mind at all, they looked perfectly fresh - as if the florist had just come back from picking them on a meadow.

To be honest, Simon never appreciated places like these. He preferred his shops of choice dark and anonymous, places where no one could recognise him. He preferred to be just a face in the crowd, even though his baklava made him stick out like a sore thumb most of the time. In his eyes, these shops always came across as a tidbit tasteless. On top of that, the mentioned so-called florist genius was playing some tacky 2010s playlist, seemingly grooving to it while walking around the shop, checking on the flowers. - "I'll be right with ya, gentlemen! Just need to find a white ribbon in the back!"

The bouquet on the countertop, of course, Simon assumed. She needed it to finish MacTavish's order - the main skeleton was already being put together with white roses, pure white Transvaal daisies and the brightest lillies Simon ever laid his eyes upon. From the intel he gathered, MacTavish and this mysterious florist spent hours discussing the meaning and design of the bouquet, each flower spelling out different meanings and promises. Promises for Cassie which Johnny meant to keep. What were the meanings and promises? Sadly, Ghost didn't remember a word from Soap's comprehensive speech. Next to the skeleton of the flower, there were also a few decorations laid out as if the florist couldn't precisely decide which to pick. If Simon had to pick, he would go for the small branches spray painted to a subtle silver colour with pears glued on. He'd rather let the florist decide, though.

As Simon wandered off, looking at all the types of succulents, he almost missed a small ball of energy running between his legs. After he looked down and focused on it, he realized it was just a little puppy. A very energetic one... A very happy one, to say the least. "Hey, miss?" - He cried out, catching both her and MacTavish's attention. The moment Johnny set his eyes on the dog, he lowered himself down, letting out a sigh of adoration. The puppy didn't waste a second before running off to Johnny's arms, enjoying all the pets and scratches it got out of him. Simon let out a silent chuckle as he watched one of his best friends mumbling nonsense to the puppy, being enamoured by it. - "Is this puppy yours?" "Oh, yes, I'm so sorry. Does it bother you?" "Not in the slightest!" - Johnny cried out happily, picking the dog into his arms.

Finally, you walked out of the facilities, closing the door behind you, white expansive ribbon in your palm. Seeing that your puppy is in good hands, you knew you didn't have to take it back there just yes. "How can I help you today, gentleman?" - You asked, smiling widely at them. Since this was none of Simon's business, he continued with looking at all the types of succulents Rosemary's had on display, listening to your conversation with Johnny. - "Are we looking for any special flowers? For your mum perhaps? Or something more... Special? For a girlfriend, maybe? I can make it all happen." "Actually, name's MacTavish? The bouquet you're finishing should be the one I ordered a week ago, yeah?" "Is it already 1 p.m.?" - You mumbled back in utter horror, presumably checking your wristwatch. As you gasped and started giggling nervously, it could be heard you were unnerved. - "I'm so sorry Mr. MacTavish. I should've had your order ready, but Bonnie gave me a run for my money earlier this morning. She wasn't feeling too good and I was scared because she's just a puppy... And now I'm just late for everything and looking like a blithering idiot. But yes, this is the bouquet, it should be ready in the next ten to fifteen minutes." "This little rascal gave you that much trouble, eh? Who could be even remotely mad at this little bundle of joy?" - MacTavish continued fluently, lovingly caressing the puppy. - "Also, that works for me, then. Me and the arse over there wanted to go for a cuppa anyway. Now, we have an excuse for it."

"Mhm." - You agreed. - "The café on the other side of the street is a killer. I'd kill for their croissants and chai latté, trust me. You're in for a treat..." - Then, both you and Johnny tailed off the rails, talking about Bonnie and her stomach ache. In the spawn of a minute, MacTavish jumped to your music choice - asking about what were you listening to. With a quiet giggle, you told him it was some mid-2010s band Simon had probably never heard about. "Really?" - John wondered, laughing unbelievably. - "Haven't heard them in ages! Wow, I feel ancient. I used to love them." "Sex on Fire is their biggest hit, in my opinion, but I could name a few..." - That was when Simon turned around to tell MacTavish they should leave you to your work if he wants the fucking bouquet finished today. That was when he first laid his eyes on you. Properly. Without your back turned to him or being hidden away inside the employees' facility.

The was... Something. Something in the way your expression changed as you spoke with Johnny, laughing at his responses. The lights flashing in your eyes revealed all the passion and thoughtfulness that you neatly hid away. Something in the way your body moved on its own as you gestured; Simon liked this part of you. It felt warm, inviting and welcoming, friendly almost... Even though you had never met Johnny in your life, you've chatted about like a pair of old friends. It was the complete opposite of all the feelings Simon's presence evoked. Something so delightful and beautiful about the way you presented yourself, about your hairstyle, the glasses framing your face, the way your working apron sat on your body, showing the white t-shirt tucked under as well as the jeans pants poking from under it. There was a moment when Simon's body forgot how to breathe entirely. The whole entirety of you was absolutely fucking stunning. This was Simon's first impression of you summed up.

That was when you looked back at him, still smiling from ear to ear. The world froze for a second and stopped turning as Simon stared at you intensely, knitting his brows together, puzzled at all the intense emotions tingling and brewing inside his chest. As Simon blinked, he realized you were clearly talking to him. "Are you okay?" - You asked, giggling nervously. This brought MacTavish's attention to Simon as well. John smiled his way, still cradling Bonnie in his arms. "Oh, he does this all the time. Don't worry about it, he's actually a sweetheart." - The other part Johnny whispered to you, making you laugh as you shook your head.

As you watched Simon back, there was something about the intensity in his stare. It was probably caused by his baklava - you couldn't see his expression, therefore you only had to judge his mood based on his warm brown eyes and light eyebrows knitted together. The intensity of said stare was powered by the frame and sheer size of this guy - not that you'd be the smallest bean walking the Earth, but there was something unnerving about the sheer size of his upper body, noticeably his arms. These bad boys seemed like they wouldn't have trouble smashing a pumpkin if he wanted to. And let's not start on his fucking thighs hugged by shabby, comfy pair of jeans. Naturally, MacTavish's 'he's actually a sweetheart' didn't have the intended calming effect.

"I was going to say that we better go fetch that cuppa if you'd like your bouquet done today." - Ghost spoke out finally, praying that his voice wouldn't give up on him now. - "All your bloody fucking blabbering keeps the poor lass away from work." "Oh, you're probably right, yeah." - MacTavish agreed, looking down at Bonnie. Simon heard you chuckle at their friendly banter; the sound made one corner of Simon's mouth twitch upwards. - "Would your mummy let you out for a short walkie with your newest uncle, huh?" - The man mumbled, glancing over at you. Even before Ghost said a word, you could see him performing a well-trained, yet nonetheless impressive eye-roll upon Johnny's words. "I wouldn't entrust this man with an animal. He'll refuse to give it back, he always does." - Simon butted in and gave Bonnie a scratch because she, indeed, was too adorable. You didn't answer Johnny's request, you simply fetched the leash from your backpack. "Bonnie has a great judge of character... Well, better than her mum anyway. I'll let my girly out with you under one condition - you'll stay right in my field of sight so I know she's safe, yeah? Don't forget I have your number, Mr MacTavish." - The last part was said in the sweetest tone imaginable, but your expression was warning Johnny, promising him many consequences in case anything happened to the dog. As expected from a soldier, Johnny saluted you, adding a: "Ma'am, yes, ma'am" before departing by Simon's side.

Around fifteen minutes had passed since the two left you to work - now, both of them were standing outside, at the edge of your vision field hidden away from the other customers. They each bought themselves a hot drink to sip on as they watched over Bonnie being the most adorable and curious little bean. The feelings tightening around Simon's chest were too much to simply breathe through. Even though he wasn't the happiest about this bad habit of his, he was now smoking a cig with his baklava slightly lifted up. Johnny knew better than to look at him, even though there wasn't much to see other than Ghost's lips and his chin glazed by light stubble.

"Did we get it right?" - Johnny wondered quietly, checking the receipt stapled onto a small paper bag he was holding in his palm. Simon glanced over at his comrade, too preoccupied with watching you at work. There was a furrow on your face as you tied the ribbon around the base masterfully, finishing your last touches; to Simon's pleasure, you went for the elegant silver branched, masterfully sliding in one after one, entwining in an enchanting way. Your lips were moving - either you talked to yourself while you worked or you sang along to yet another tacky song on your playlist. "Croissants and chai latté, that's what she said." - Simon let out almost thoughtlessly, being positive this was the go-to order you told Johnny about. Even though he met you ten minutes ago, this piece of information immediately carved itself into the back of Simon's mind.

As the two army men walked inside the warm, fuzzing café, their eyes fell on the menu immediately. There were so many forms of coffee to choose from, and the variety of coffee beans made the choice even more difficult. While Johnny loved coffee, especially the smell of it in the morning, Simon preferred tea. Not that he wouldn't go for coffee every once in a while, but... That was why he stuck to your recommendation. "How may I help you?" - The barista asked, not even bothering to hide that the sight of Simon unnerved her. Nothing to wonder about, Simon gave strong robber vibes to most of the people he met. "Hello. I'd like to order a chai latté, heard a lot of praises 'bout it." - He mumbled loud enough for the lady to head it through the baklava. - "... Actually, make it two. Two large chai lattés and... Are you out of croissants? Can't see them anywhere." "You're lucky, sir. We just finished baking a fresh batch, right from the oven. How many would you like?" "Four, thank you." - Simon ended the exchange, putting the payment on the countertop without waiting for the change back. The barista's behaviour towards Johnny switched a complete 180° - even more so thanks to the cute puppy in his arms. Soon enough, MacTavish joined Simon in the order queue, both men holding a small pink paper with their order summary on it.

"I've never seen you eat croissants." - Johnny remarked matter-of-factly. Simon didn't respond straight away, shrugging his shoulders at first. "It's not for me." - He explained simply. "... Never seen you drink chai latté either. Were you even aware of its existence?" "The florist talked highly of it and I wasn't in the mood for coffee. Also, she let you borrow her dog, figured would be a nice gesture to repay her somehow." - Again, enough of a simple explanation... Except for all the ulterior motives brewing right under the surface. "I see, you're right, as usual. Should've thought of that, mate. Let's hope we got her order right." - Johnny wondered. Simon hummed, not giving MacTavish any sort of an answer. Simon was positive the order was right - the entire conversation you and Johnny had was itched into the back of his brain.

"We got it right, I'm assuring you for the thousandth and last time." "Right, right." - Johnny waved him off, picking Bonnie off the ground - the puppy was now super-dirty and wet since it devoted its energy to running through every puddle in their radius. - "Hadn't seen you smoking in a long time. Something on your mind, beautiful?" "Not much just stressed about my performance." - Simon replied, his tone of voice not giving MacTavish much room for thought. "Hm?" - Johnny wondered. - "As in the tests or..." "I'm a shit cameraman." - Ghost admitted quietly. For a bit, there was comfortable silence between the two old pals before Johnny started snickering to himself. "For all I care, film your devilishly handsome face for the sake of it, I'll be equally happy with simply having the audio. Even just the part where Cassie says yes." "Oh, now you have an idea for what you're gonna get as your wedding gift." "Now I'm scared, Ghost." "Three whole seconds of my face in its full glory, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, won't ever show it to you again." "Well, that's honouring. Cassie will be so jealous, I'll tell you that much." "Awh, no, the bride gets to see my devilishly handsome face anytime she asks me to." "Cheeky little bastard." - Johnny laughed, watching as your palm skillfully wrapped the bouquet into a protective foil. In a few minutes, you were to be done and the delivery would be completed. After this, there wasn't a singular reason Simon could bump into you 'accidentally'. He wasn't much of a flower guy, mainly due to being deployed for long periods of time. If he were to buy flowers, he wouldn't have anyone to ask to take care of them. By all means, these plants would be better off with anyone else than Simon.

"This thing that the bonnie wee lass said stuck in my head." - Johnny admitted suddenly, capturing Simon's attention. Again, he didn't look his way but hummed so MacTavish would know he was listening. - "The puppy is a good judge of character... Better than her mum anyway." "She could mean anything by that." "Do you think someone's troubling her?" - MacTavish wondered out loud. When the florist said this, Simon simply assumed she was making a subtle joke. The connotations Johnny gave to the statement... Was someone troubling you? Was it a personal dispute? Was it a guy that's been bothering you? Or was just MacTavish whisking some drama that wasn't real to begin with? "I'd assume that's not exactly our business, mate. We might be SAS, but that doesn't mean we have to mingle with every personal dispute we come across." - Simon answered after taking a moment to think it through. Johnny nodded in agreement - what Simon said was reasonable. "All and all, the florist was right. The puppy has a great judge of character, isn't that right?" - The last part was meant for the puppy as MacTavish lowered his head, nuzzling its wet fur with his nose. "Now that's narcissistic." - Ghost remarked, amusement clear in his voice. "I'm talking about how it nearly peed your pants with excitement. This little bundle of joy instantly adored you." - Johnny concluded, watching as Simon flicked the cig. - "We should go. The florist seems to be done."

The result was otherworldly. Any woman would be lucky to receive this bouquet - it was done with a lot of care, attention and balance, and even the smallest details bore signs of being masterfully crafted. "How did you manage to craft this?" - MacTavish breathed out in awe, letting Bonnie off the leash - the pup immediately ran to greet you, wettening your jeans in the process. Simon, even though he wouldn't assume himself to be appreciative of any sort of art, couldn't but stare at it. While he let Johnny do the talking, Simon drowned his sight in you and your masterpiece; the way your eyes lit up upon seeing Johnny's reaction, the wave of giddiness taking over you when he started wowing and swing made him smile under the baklava. "A lot of patience, studies, practice..." - You named out, laughing. - "... To be frank, it's just that I know that my art will make someone very happy. I tend to pour a lot of energy into each bouquet that I sell. Maybe a bit too much at times, but the results are always worth the time and effort." "What's the total?" - Johnny asked impatiently, pulling out his wallet. Cassie would be through the roof as soon as she laid her eyes on the flower, Johnny was sure of it. "Well, I did my best to cut on some costs, but it's still an eternal romance bouquet, so... 180 pounds." "Make it 210. Ms Y/L/N... This is incredible. I can see why my mum-in-law talked about you this highly. She's a regular and she insisted that you, and only you, could make a bouquet for this occasion. As per usual, she was right."

"Mums-in-law love to hear they're right, you're on the right track here. Also, that's very kind of her. Might I ask... I don't want to pry, but who's the bouquet for? I might know the lucky gal since you've mentioned her mum is a regular?" - You wondered, counting the cash Johnny handed you. 30 pounds in tips sure was nice... Nothing you'd personally agree with, though. It was sweet that Mr MacTavish was this happy about the result, but this amount was too high for your liking. Yet, when you tried to give the money back to him, Johnny just stubbornly slipped the tip right back to you.

"My fiancé-to-be is Cassie Neil. She's a Londoner through and through, but goddamnit, she reeled my arse right in." "You're joking! No way..." - The shock in your voice was immeasurable as you opened your mouth in disbelief. - "Me and Cass were high school classmates! Until she left to study in France, we'd been best friends. We're still in touch, not as much as we used to be, though. Sometimes, she stops by to say hi, bringing me some of her famous gingerbread. The last time she stopped by, she blabbered about a Scot who stole her heart away. You must be the mysterious man." As you've said, Cass stopped by recently, maybe around a month ago, going off about this Johnny guy whom she'd been seeing for the past ten months. She mentioned that he was military, a part of the SAS - she explained that their speciality is close combat and hostage rescue. Presumably, Mr MacTavish and his buddy were both a part of it... That explained the baklava covering the man's face. "Oh, so you're the mysterious Y/N! My name's Johnny, love, hi. Wondered to whom she brings the best pieces in the batch." "What a coincidence..." - You giggled, your face getting flushed. - "If I'd knew you'd been sent by good old Mrs Neil, I'd give you a discount. I feel so stupid now."

"Nonsense." - Simon suddenly chimed in, making both of you look up to him. It was highly uncommon for Simon to speak out of terms, the self-control coming with a lieutenant position often held him back. If anything, Johnny believed that Simon is more of an 'I'll say my peace after the rest is said and done' kind of guy. - "Your work's valued exactly how it should be. I don't know much about flower arranging, but this is a masterpiece by all means. There is no reason for a discount. We've, ugh... By the way, we've got you something over at the bakery." - The man added, handing you the paper bag. "Um, thank you for the compliment, sir. Wait... Is this what I think it is?" - Excitedly, you accepted the paper bag right out of Simon's hand; when your skin brushed his, he felt a spark of electricity running right through. It left behind a trace of enjoyable tingling lingering on his skin.

You, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice, being over the moon thanks to their generosity. - "Get outta here, you guys are the best. Hadn't even time to order a takeout, so these will come in handy. Thank you so much." "Ghost here said it's for entrusting us with your sweet little puppy." - Johnny explained, carefully accepting the bouquet you handed over to him. Both of you concentrated on the task at hand while still chatting. "If lending you my pup makes you guys buy me lunch each time, you might as well walk her every day." - You chuckled. Bonnie, as if she sensed she was the topic of conversion, stumbled onto the scene and started to nuzzle Simon's boots once more. This time, however, her look of adoration was too much - the man kneeled and started to pet her. You'd both taken note of the action, smiling without commenting on it. - "But no, you might not keep her, Mr MacTavish." "Oh, jobby. I'll try another time then." - Johnny laughed. - "Also, my lass's friends are friends of mine. Call me Johnny." - The man said, offering you his palm. Without too much thought, you shook it.

"Name's Y/N, hi." - You said, still smiling from ear to ear. Then, you turned your attention to Simon since it would be rather inappropriate to just leave him out. - "And you might be?" As Simon looked at your palm, he tried to figure out which name should he give you - Lieutenant Riley? No, that would make him an egotistical jerk. Simon? No, that would be too personal. Ghost was all that remained as an acceptable option. - "Ghost, a pleasure to meet you." "Pleasure's on my side, Ghost. The two of you gotta let me know how it all went. Every last bit of detail, deal? Also, tell Cassie I'm happy for her and send my best regards. This is huge news." "I'll entrust Ghost with showing you the footage. Or stop by myself. He's my cameraman." - MacTavish explained simply, having Simon grunt in agreement. With a quiet 'awwww', you nodded - suddenly, Ghost's presence made a whole lot more sense. The man didn't appear to be comfortable inside Rosemary's, he seemed like he didn't want to be there. The two must've been great friends, then; usually, the cameramen went on to be the best men. "That's nice of you, Ghost. Also, it's assuring to know both Johnny and Cass have the best people looking out for them."

"We should be on our merry way now. You better make sure you're free this time around next year." - Johnny exclaimed, half-jokingly. - "In one year's time to the day, I'm making this lass my wife." "Is this an invitation or a job offer?" "Could we make it both, Y/N?" "That would be great. Can't wait to hear from you! Bye!"

The entire proposal went wonderfully - Cassie's sister came along, and Kyle and Price also took part in it since Cassie wholeheartedly believed that Johnny's unit was like his family and believed this would be simply a "dinner". Simon was smiling under his baklava the entire time, watching both of his best friends slowly becoming a mumbling, sniffling, crying happy mess. Simon filmed the entirety of it, he also made sure he'd have the best angle possible. Of course, Cassie immediately let out a shaky 'Of course, you dimwit' before hugging Soap passionately. Now, all of them were sitting around the table while waiting for their dinner to arrive. Johnny invited everyone for a glass and some food in one of the more expansive spots in London, making sure this would be a night to remember. Cassie and Nelly were all over the bouquet, gushing over how perfect it was.

Ghost was talking to Price, ensuring he wouldn't have time to talk to Nelly. While he adored Cass from the bottom of his heart, Simon was well aware of the reasoning for Nelly joining them - Cassie had been trying to hook the two up for a fair share of time by that point. As soon as Johnny started talking about the florist and her masterpiece, Simon's ears sharpened, and the conversation between him and Price was long forgotten. "Who made it?" - Cassie gushed with adoration, carefully caressing one of the silver-coated branches woven into between the flowers. "A friend of yours worked on it." - Johnny teased, winking in her direction. - "Your mum referenced Rosemary's and once I saw it, I had to give the props. Y/N is a fuckin' genius." - He explained, smiling happily upon seeing Cassie's mouth open wide.

"That explains everything." "Hell yeah." - Nelly chimed in, nodding. - "I remember when she started to fiddle around with flowers back when she and sis went to high school together. Even back then, her bouquets were just... Different. Always hoped the guy I dated would buy me on hers. Hadn't been that lucky so far." - She mumbled, shooting a quick glance over to Simon. As previously, he did his best to ignore Nelly's advances; it almost felt like Nelly was trying to give Simon a tip about how to impress her. As if. "Never got an answer to why that was, though. Y/N can barely keep up a serious face and hates accepting praises and compliments. The only explanation she ever meant was 'It's because I talk to the flowers, and they carry out my best wishes to whoever they are given to', I think." - Cassie sighed dreamily, playing with the engagement ring on her finger. Oh. The way your lips moved gently as you were finishing the bouquet, Simon recalled - you did talk to your flowers. - "Ugh, I awfully miss her at times. Petty she's so reluctant to go out with me lately, we used to be best friends. I'll have to give her a call."

Upon hearing this, Johnny glanced over to Simon quickly, he didn't even need to add anything. ... better than her mum is, anyway. Reluctance to go out with someone you used to be extremely close to even though you and Cass still felt good about your friendship. Do you think someone's troubling her? Knowing Y/N's best friend was safe made her genuinely relieved. Perhaps, there was something about the sentence after all. "We can invite her to our next hangout?" - Johnny offered immediately, having Cassie's face lit up. "You wouldn't mind?" "No!" - Johnny exclaimed. - "The lass seems fun, I already told her that the friends of my friends are my friends too... And I promised that I'd do my damnest to steal her dog away from her, have you seen that bonnie little she-devil?"

As the dinner carried on, the conversation was lively, flowing very nicely. After getting his hands on his glass of whiskey, Simon tuned out the surroundings, to be honest. His brain registered their laughter and chatter, but it felt as if his head was stuck under the water - he was going over Y/N, and he couldn't get her out of his head. Everything about her was freaking Simon out - the sound of her voice, her laughter and giggles, the curve and apparently plushness of her lips. The joy radiating out of her upon watching Johnny in awe. A hint of softness upon realizing why Ghost was accompanying his comrade - a glimpse of interest, he realized as he finished the glass, putting it back on the table. It could be the slight kick of the alcohol or his imagination making it up, but he'd swear he saw a glimpse of interest in your eyes. Pushing forward and drinking some more, Simon's brain kept trying to decipher the throwaway line that could be meant as a joke - ... better than her mum, anyway. It was decided right there and then.

Simon would try his best to create a situation in which you'd accidentally bump into each other just so he could see you again.

#simon riley x fem!reader #simon riley #simon riley cod #john mactavish cod #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost and soap are the official chaotic duo of cod: mw #i live for these two hoes #we live for a king thriving #go get the girl johnny ask for her hand marriage #also idk why do we have a doggo #we just have and that's how we roll #i would die for bonnie even though she ain't real

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Admissions - Chapter 4

A little filler and fluff before time to start unpacking all the trauma.

Minors DNI

Dark eyes cracked open at the sensation of a light tug on his shirt.

Looking down, Ghost’s gaze landed on the small figure curled around him, head tucked into the crook of his shoulder and a leg wrapped around one of his. Soundly sleeping as though she was in the safest place in the world.

The most precious sight he had ever seen.

Price had been right, fucking dammit. Ghost hated it when that happened. On the battlefield it wasn’t so bad – good even, sometimes – but when it came to his personal life the Brit didn’t like it at all and planned to mentally complain about it for the next several months.

But there truly wasn’t any better feeling than having the woman you love in your arms. Barely a month ago he had been imagining holding Sereza against his chest like this and now, by some stroke of luck, here she was. In his bed, sleeping against him with her hand gently clinging to the fabric of his shirt. Simon honestly felt wholly at peace for the first time in his life.

The one person he’d ever had feelings for was now his.

But now what?

What came next?

What was she expecting from him? Did she want tender lovey-dovey things or sappy romantic words? Ghost wasn’t sure he could manage those. The guys were always buying gifts for their girls, should he? Did she want that? What the hell did she even like? And where the hell did he even go to buy flowers in the first place? That was something you gave girls, wasn't it? He wasn’t a romantic man at all and had no idea how to be. Maybe he could pick up some tips by listening to the rest of the guys since they wouldn’t shut up about the time they spent with their girlfriends and –

HOLY FUCK.

Simon’s eyes flew wide open, darting around the room as fast as his thoughts came through his head. Did he have a girlfriend now? They hadn’t exactly covered that last night, was that what Sereza saw herself as? Did she even want to be his girlfriend? Or did he have to officially ask her first? As his girlfriend, was she going to want… more intimate things? Would she want to touch him? Or him to touch her? Touch her how? Was she expecting sex from him? Not that he wasn’t interested or didn’t want to… Certainly wasn’t that. He very much wanted to actually… but–

Ghost took a deep breath.

He needed to calm down. They had just admitted their feelings to each other last night for fuck’s sake; he was getting very far ahead of himself. His lust didn’t seem to fucking care though.

Another deep breath, exhaling slowly.

His sleeping beauty shifted; her leg brushing lightly against his morning erection, making his cock throb and his sac tighten. Ghost tensed, pushing his head back against the pillow at the pleasurable pressure. Fortunately she quickly stilled again. Good. That gave him a moment to get control of himself.

With his free arm he carefully swept a curl from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear before his fingers went to her shoulder and grazed down the length of her arm to envelop her hand within his palm. Leaning his head forward ever so slightly to press his lips to the top of her head, letting his kiss linger a moment and closing his eyes in contentment. Never in his life would he have imagined she - or anyone for that matter - would have accepted to be his. To be with someone like him. Yet here she was and he planned to cherish whatever time he could have with her.

How do you do this, my little one? Simon wondered to himself.

Ghost closed his eyes as he rested his head on top of hers again and drifted back off to sleep.

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Soft fingers brushing along the side of his uncovered face woke Simon again sometime later. Bright amber eyes staring back at him took his breath away.

“You kept it off,” Sereza observed.

“Yeah,” Ghost murmured, voice rougher than usual with sleep, eyes roaming over the face of his love.

“Hi,” she sighed with an ethereal smile, as though properly meeting him for the first time - which he supposed she was, in a sense.

“Hi,” Simon chuckled, leaning up to kiss her.

Sereza met him and took his lips gladly. Simon grasped the back of her head to deepen it, causing her to let out a sensual moan. Ghost rolled them over without really thinking about what he was doing, consumed by just the feel of her. Only when he found himself with his arms between her back and the mattress did he realize the position they were in. Practically the same as his fantasy on the roof where he had her naked underneath him.

He froze.

“Simon? You good?” Sereza called to him, blessedly oblivious to his inner thoughts. Or at least he hoped she was.

“Uh, yeah,” he fibbed... sort of... and gave her another kiss to reassure her, “I’m fine. More than fine.”

Sereza watched an array of thoughts and emotions cross his face before they settled into contentment. Her hands glided over scar-torn biceps and up into his sleeves to his shoulders. “Your arms are amazing.” Her chin tilted upward, demanding another kiss from him, which he was only too happy to provide. “I love you Simon.”

Ghost grinned at her sweet words. He appreciated the compliment, even if it made him feel a little –

What in the fuck- was he feeling bashful?!

He mentally frowned at himself and shoved that feeling away in a hurry.

“You’re amazing and I love you even more.”

Sereza’s eyes widened at the challenge. “Excuse me Lieutenant! I will have you know that I love you more!”

He defiantly shook his head and rolled his eyes, playfully putting on his best haughty British expression. “Don’t think so.”

“I love you more. Times infinity. I win.” She gave him the tiniest, quickest peck on the tip of his nose before flashing a self-satisfied victorious smile.

Simon narrowed his eyes at her declaration. “It seems I'll need to change tactics.” Dipping his head down, he rained small kisses all over her cheeks, jawline, and neck, seemingly bent on kissing her into submission and sending her into fits of giggles.

This was so childish but neither of them cared much. For Simon it felt good to enjoy such an innocently silly moment like this. It wasn't like he'd been able to have these juvenile back-and-forth moments when he was growing up. It felt a little like she was giving the neglected child in him a little treasure he'd been missing.

Having kissed Sereza within an inch of her life, Ghost lifted his head from her and looked down at her sparkling eyes, unaware of the smile spreading over his face.

Sereza cradled his cheek in her palm. "You look happy," she whispered.

Ghost turned and kissed the inside of her wrist. I am for once. Very happy. All because of you.

They both stayed in their own little world until the ruckus of others out in the corridor told them it was breakfast time.

Neither of them wanted to leave or see this moment they were having together end, but their bodies demanded food. Sereza was sure Simon’s stomach was demanding quite a bit louder than hers was since he hadn’t left his room in two days – something she planned to fix today.

“I have an idea,” she started, making Ghost slightly raise a curious eyebrow.

Ohhh me too, Love. He thought to himself before mentally shaking his head at the intrusive thought. He really needed to get control of his lust. He blinked a few times as he returned his attention to the woman under him.

“Let’s eat in here, yeah? I can go get our plates and you can get a quick shower before I get back. How does that sound?”

“Alright,” he quickly agreed, moving so Sereza could get up. He did feel pretty rank after not taking care of himself the past few days and was sure she would prefer that he didn’t stink.

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Down in the mess hall the rest of the 141 meandered lazily into the room. Soap looked around for a moment before he huffed in disappointment when there was no sign of a towering skull balaclava anywhere. However a certain young lady caught his eye who, he just happened to notice, was leaving the hall with two trays balanced in her hands.

“Good morning, Sergeant,” she greeted sweetly, sliding past him as he held the door open for her.

“Morning' Lass! My that’s quite a helpin’ ye' have there!” One breakfast tray loaded with substantially more food than the other. Far more than a little thing like her would be able to eat in one meal. Truthfully he doubted that she could even eat all of that in an entire day. How very interesting, he thought to himself.

Sereza just smiled happily back at him without any sort of an explanation. Soap watched her walk off toward the elevators. Very, very interesting.

Just then Price walked through the doors, the older man looking around just as Soap had. "Still no?" he asked of his sergeant.

"No sir, but I got something better for ya'."

XXXXX

Later that afternoon Sereza had succeeded in prying Ghost from his man cave. A word that earned her quite an exaggerated groan before he grunted at her to speak English. They walked together along the roof in the fading afternoon sun. Not a cloud in the sky and the arctic winds were relatively calm today. A perfect day to drag the brooding Brit out for some sunshine.

“Ghost? There’s something I want to ask you.”

“If it has any more of your weird words then I’m not answering,” he groused.

Sereza giggled at his moodiness. “Don’t worry, I’ll speak English.”

“Good.”

“…For right now.” She shot a sinister smile in his direction.

The skull moaned miserably. Sereza dropped all of her silliness and adopted a serious tone. “When did you realize you loved me?”

Bloody hell. Simon sighed and turned his masked face away.

“I’m just curious. Please tell me? I’ll tell you next if you want.”

He supposed that was fair, and he was actually curious himself about what in the world he did that made Sereza fall in love with him, of all people. Personally he had no idea.

“This is going to sound stupid,” he warned, “The day we arrived here, and you and your brother were mad because some wanker sent us to the Arctic without the proper gear-”

“I’m still mad about that by the way.”

“I’m sure you are, but while I watched you show us around base and get us sorted, lecture us on how to dress properly for the weather here… I couldn’t stop looking at you. I could barely pay attention because I was already in love with you. Though I admit I didn’t know it at the time. It took bloody Price getting on my arse one night in the gym for me to realize it. So, yeah, that’s it. Sorry it isn’t more romantic.”

“I don’t see any reason to apologize, I think it’s sweet. Very sweet. And I think you’re also very sweet.” She bumped his arm with her shoulder.

“Quit that. I’m not sweet,” Ghost shyly muttered as he gently bumped her shoulder back.

“You are tooooo.”

“You’re taking the piss.”

“Speak English,” she grumbled in an unnaturally deep tone Ghost supposed was meant to be an impression of him.

Simon forced a change of subject. “Right then. Your turn, Little one.”

“Well – I didn’t realize that I was in love with you right away either. It took me a little time to figure it out too. You were in my head all of the time and I caught myself looking for you everywhere I went. Whether I needed you for something or not, I just found myself wanting to be where you were, and I wasn’t happy otherwise. And then one day it just dawned on me and... it was like I’d always known that I loved you. So yeah, it wasn’t anything you did exactly, but... from the very first day...it was just… just you. You being you.”

Ghost looked around and behind them. Seeing they were alone, he pulled off his mask before yanking Sereza to him and capturing her lips in an ardent kiss.

For all of his life growing up he’d been told how much of a burden he was and how disappointed his father was in him, oftentimes for just simply existing. Then he was betrayed and taken prisoner, which left him with much deeper scars than just the physical ones that marred him. He’d shut himself off from the unrelenting stares and the whispers and the world’s cruel nature long ago.

Sereza was somehow able to see him underneath all of the layers he wore in order to protect himself. For whatever reason she saw him and found him worthy of being loved and accepted just as he was.

It was the single most astounding and loving thing he’d ever known in his life.

Her fingers combed through his sandy hair and down the nape of his neck, sending pleasant tingles down his back, and pressed her body flush against his. Ghost broke their kiss before the feeling of her could wake up the more primal parts of his mind. Also, if things between them were going to go further, they needed to have a talk first.

Sereza hummed as their kiss came to an end. “Mmm, I love kissing you. I used to wonder what it would be like.”

He smiled down at her before kissing her forehead and sliding his mask back into place. “I want to ask you something,” he cleared his throat nervously.

“Yeah?”

“What would you consider us to be? I know it hasn’t been very long... uh, at all... since we found out we love each other, but I was just wondering… what are we to you?” he asked her with a hint of nervousness. “I want us to be on the same page before we continue this. What am I to you?”

“As in, what would I call us?” Ghost nodded back to her. Sereza grinned at the barely perceptible anticipation in those midnight eyes of his. “I think that… we’re two halves of a whole - a team, here to take care of each other. What do you see us as?”

Two halves of a whole, he repeated in his mind. Each of them incomplete without the other. It was perfect.

He combed his fingers through her waves, “Exactly the same.” Sereza smiled at his response and leaned onto him, just before she could roll up his mask to kiss him–

“Hahh-HAAA!!! That’s my boy!!!” an unmistakable voice bellowed from off to the side somewhere.

Fucking HELL.

Price and Soap casually strolled over wearing the dopiest grins Ghost had ever seen on another person’s face with Gaz trailing behind them.

Price laughing and applauding his lieutenant unnecessarily loudly. Once close enough he gave Ghost a stinging slap on his shoulder. “About bloody time, son!!”

Simon winced at the sheer volume of Price’s voice.

Sereza was looking amused though and trying to hide her giggle with her gloved hand. As long as you’re happy, Love.

The Captain walked past Ghost and enthusiastically embraced Sereza. “Congratulations to both of you!" He plopped her back down on her feet. Why was this man so excited? Ghost silently prayed Price didn't come looking for a hug from him next.

Johnny had to give his two cents, "He's had it bad for ya’ for a long time Lass. Proper lovesick, he's been. If he gives ye’ trouble let us know, aye? We’ll straighten ‘im out.”

The Brit shot an apologetic glance at Sereza. He was flushing furiously underneath his mask at their words and was milliseconds away from punching one or both of them, consequences be damned. Gaz at least just stood there and kept quiet, so Ghost felt that he could probably let Gaz off.

Luckily for them, Sereza intervened before Simon actually hit anyone. “Ghost isn’t trouble at all. I find him to be perfectly enjoyable.”

Dammit he was blushing again. Ghost just knew he was the shade of a lobster with the way he could feel his ears burning. Simon kept his face angled enough so the others wouldn’t see it creeping up under his eyes – he hoped. He’d never live it down if they did.

“Seriously?!” Soap exclaimed.

“Seriously. Zero trouble," she confirmed.

“LT what the hell?! Why ye’ holding back on your lady? She deserves to know what a right prick ya' can be too!” The sergeant practically whined in that absurdly high pitch he could reach. “I swear Lass, this bloke is the grumpiest wanker there e’er was. You’ll see,” Soap warned. “Glad he’s bloody mindin’ his manners for his lady though. So far.”

The skull growled menacingly, making clear that he'd had quite enough of their teasing.

“Oookay, and with that,” Price took hold of Soap’s shoulders and passed him to Gaz who began steering him back in the direction they came from. “We’ll be off then. You two kids have fun! And Ghost? Be nice,” he warned as if he were leaving his toddler children alone on a playdate.

“Send us a wedding invite!” Gaz called.

What the fuck?!! Simon mentally penciled Gaz in near the top of his list.

“Congrats again Sereza!” Soap hollered back at them as Gaz continued to steer him away. “I'm sure you’ll be the best girlfriend there is!”

Price followed after them as he shouted, “Carry on you two!” with a thumbs-up and a not-at-all-subtle wink.

Alone again. Fucking finally, shit.

Ghost rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, sorry about them.”

Sereza wove her fingers between his gloved ones. “It's alright, I don't mind your friends. They just care about you and are happy for you.”

“Hmph," he rumbled irritably, "… ‘wedding invite' was a bit much though,” Simon mumbled, making her laugh a little at his discomfiture.

Soap’s last annoying comment came to mind. “Are you my girlfriend?” He quickly blurted out before thinking. “I-I mean… would you consider yourself my girlfriend? ...Can I call you that... my girlfriend?” Bloody hell he was bad at this. It was like being a damn teenager all over again.

Sereza nodded sweetly as she pulled his skull mask back off and kissed him.

However Simon abruptly broke away from her almost immediately as his nagging fears in the back of his mind finally got the best of him. “Sereza I… I don’t know how to do this. I have no fucking idea how to do any of this.” He gripped her hands tightly in his, silently pleading with her to understand that he was trying to tell her that he'd never had a serious girlfriend before without him having to admit it out loud.

Everything about this dynamic was new to him. If she would yell at him or insult him then he’d actually know how to handle that. Having a relationship – a safe, healthy one – was an entirely foreign concept to him though. All he knew was violence, drunken screaming, and fear. Ghost was terrified that he would carry those over into this relationship with his little one and end up hurting her.

Sereza ran her small hand up his sternum and over his collarbone. Simon had to bite back a groan at the feeling of it. “Well, I’ve never been a girlfriend before,” she confessed as she looked up into his dark eyes. Ghost was legitimately shocked at that. "We can figure this out together. Learn from each other, yeah?”

His hands cupped her face and he crashed his lips to hers eagerly. Beyond delighted to feel her return his kiss just as fiercely.

Feeling a little braver knowing that this was all as new to her as well, Ghost ran his tongue across her bottom lip, seeking her consent to enter her mouth. Sereza clung to him tighter and opened her mouth to him.

An elated growl vibrated through his chest at her acceptance. His tongue plunged past her lush lips and began to eagerly explore. Instantly hopelessly addicted to her unbelievably sweet taste and the small moans he pulled from her. The feeling of her against him, her fingers digging into the back of his jacket, and the breathy exhale she released all sent a flare of heat straight to his groin.

The front of his pants began to tighten.

There was no way he could resist her for much longer.

XXXXX

In the wee hours that night the door to Ghost's room silently cracked open.

Price peeked in cautiously. His eyes softened at the sight of Sereza and Simon wrapped snuggly around one another in their sleep with Simon’s face bare. His lieutenant sleeping soundly and peacefully.

Well done Simon. I'm proud of you son.

Each of the 141 boys was like a son to the captain, and now he found himself feeling a little like he’d gained a daughter as well. Smiling proudly, he shut the door just as quietly.

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random0lover · 1 year

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Okay so I’m working on the fluff ending for this fic and I’m trying to decide on what I want to do. I kinda had an idea involving Johnny (soap).

This part would be set some time in the future maybe like 5 or six years and you had all retired from the task force? You opened your coffee shop and Simon opened his pub and Johnny ended becoming part of it to. Anyways Johnny had a daughter with some chic that took off and she’s about 4 years old now and you and Simon have been helping him take care of her this whole time. This obviously leads to all of you spending a lot of time together and it’s kinda become a non-established relationship between the three of you.

(Something to point out- they all love each other in the 1st option. Meaning it’s also ghost x soap x reader. Just Simon and reader were together first.)

The whole fic wouldn’t be about you all falling in love, if anything it would be a background thing. I just wanted to add more depth to it. Or I can just make it about you and Simon … Johnny would kinda just be around and would probably still have the daughter just nothing is going on between you three. Third option is to get rid of Johnny completely and just focus on you and Simon.

Honestly just ignore the last one… I really want Johnny to be part of this in some way

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ghouljams · 10 months

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My brain does weird things. Anyways, I think Love would steal Liebling’s seed (assuming she didn’t throw it out) and plant it for her. That just seems like a very Love thing to do.

This is really dubiously canon... Love had sticky fingers and her luck finally runs out, or does it?

You stare at the sprout pushing its way out of the dirt in your little terracotta pot. You spritz it with water, and watch the leaves curl happily. Like fingers.

"Hey Si?" You call over your shoulder. You've made some... well you hesitate to call them bad, but questionable decisions in your life. Usually your luck carries you through, but you think it may be running out on this particular gamble.

Simon hums from the couch, half listening as he sketches the monarch wing you'd found into your journal. You don't know if this is really worth his attention. You don't really know what it is. You sort of... stole it.

"Is it stealing if it was technically trash?" You ask, without really thinking. Simon's sketching stops, and he turns to look over the back of the couch.

"What did you steal?"

"Weird seed the bestie didn't want." You poke one of the leaves, letting it wrap around your finger. That gets Simon's attention. He's quick to get off the couch and over to you, pulling your finger out of the plant's grip.

"Christ Love, is that what you've been nursing all week?" Simon looks over your hand with concern, you nod until he kisses your palm giving it the all clear.

"What is it?" You poke Simon's cheek to get your hand back. He lets you go to pick up the pot and inspect the new growth.

"No clue," he tells you, "did, uh- shit-"

"Lieb."

"Works well enough," Simon pokes at the plant, watching the leaves move, "Did she tell you want it was?" You shake your head. He pinches a leaf between his fingers, inspecting it. "Doesn't look dangerous."

"Then I'll keep watering it." Simon shakes his head but settled the pot back on the windowsill.

"We'll keep an eye on it."

"We?" Simon flashes you half a smile, you return it in full force, "I love when we do stupid stuff together."

You don't know how long it's supposed to take flowers to grow, or even how they're supposed to grow, but it feels like this is going really weird.

You stare at the giant flower bud that's blossomed in your little terracotta pot. It sort of reminds you of a cabbage. It feels like a rose when you pet it, the petals under your fingers silky and soft. You don't know quite what to do with it. Simon sets a cup of tea next to your head where you're resting it against the windowsill.

"Looking good Love," You hum at the kiss he presses against the top of your head, "How's the cabbage?"

"She's fine, still overgrown and weird." You sit up, grabbing your mug and letting Simon take over the daily plant inspection.

"Doesn't look deadly yet."

"Yet."

"Yet," he agrees. You both sip your morning cup and stare at your poor decision making skills.

"You haven't put any magic in it to make it big." You confirm for the thousandth time.

"Not a drop, gardener must've dreamt this up." He reminds you, also for the thousandth time.

"Maybe we can enter it in a gardening fair or-"

Simon yanks you away from the bud as the petals quiver and bloom. You're very quickly put behind your very tense partner, forced to look around him at whatever is going on. You've never seen a flower open up that fast, but you think gravity must be doing the lions share of work. The actual rose is huge, far bigger than the bud would've suggested, and heavy enough to finally break the little pot it had been growing in.

Simon is faster than you, grabbing the flower as it's weight causes it to tumble off the windowsill. You tense, your breath caught as you wait for him to do anything, move any muscle.

"What? What is it?" You whisper after too long a moment without a breath.

"I don't-" He mumbles, catching the end of his sentence behind his teeth so he can curse, "Shit."

You peak over his shoulder, hoping you won't see your weird plant smashed to bits. Instead you stare down at a baby. The smallest thing you've ever seen cradled gently in Simon's arms, blinking big brown eyes and white lashes up at both of you. Your heart swells.

"Holy shit," you breath, watching it yawn and wiggle in its rose petal wrap. It's perfect little nose scrunches with the motion and you need a second to adjust to how cute that is. "Did we do that?" You press closer against Simon's back, and reach to stroke your fingers over the downy hair on the baby's head, "I mean she's got your eyes, it's gotta be-"

"I don't know," Simon mumbles.

"Well what are we supposed to-"

"I don't know!" He snaps, and you finally look at him. At the absolutely confusion and concern dripping from his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. You've never seen him cry before, well not like this at least.

"Give her to me," You tell him, sitting back and holding your arms out, he looks unsure. "Please Simon," you soften the ask, pulling a tether so he knows you're sure. He's so careful, if a little clumsy. You have to adjust his hold as he's passing the infant to you and it seems like he's watching the way you shift her in your arms for his own reference later. You hold the baby close against your chest, feeling that strange comfortable purr rise in your throat as she blinks her big eyes closed.

"What the fuck do we do?" Simon whisper yells at you.

"Call Soap right the fuck now and text Lieb that I'm gonna fucking kill her," you coo at the dozing baby in your arms. Simon nod and scrambles to find both your phones.

#fae!Ghost #oc: love #this is fluff for them since they didnt get to experience changelings #idk do we wanna give the disaster couple a baby?#i feel like Love would be the mom from mean girls? like 'if youre gonna drink id rather you do it in the house'#the cool mom that everyone thinks is insane #she is kinda insane tho #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod ghost #ghost mwii #cod x reader #x reader #Ghost crying because he doesnt know what to do in the most extreme way anyone has ever not known what to do #i do think hed cry over his and Love's kid though #and i think those could potentially be tears of joy at having a baby with Love even if neither of them know how it happened

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