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Ghost x reader

Img - murahaul

Ghost, who promised to never fall in love again, until he found you

He promised himself, one heartbreak was enough. Sure, it didn't help that when it happened, he was still in an abusive household, and young, inexperienced. To a boy of his age and situation at the time, that could only feel like the worst of betrayals.

He knows it's not like this now, but he promised himself not to let that happen until the time for him was right.

That is, until he crossed paths with you.

It was as if someone was using his lungs as stress balls. He couldn't breathe, his mind locked in on you like a target, he had found the one.

Now, right, he couldn't fall in love again, not now. Now wasn't the right time, but he'd be back, he had to. He promised himself to. He'd let this chance pass... Just for now.

Pray and hope against all odds that a person as pretty and kind as you wouldn't find a lover by the end of the day.

He watched you from afar at every chance he got, always going to the place he first saw you, just hoping to get a glimpse of the person he liked.

Like everything good, it had to come to an end.

Packing his things up, ready to leave, and he hoped you would notice his absence... Who he was kidding. You didn't even know who he was. He was probably just another neighbor who moved away.

Except you knew who he was. He was Simon Riley, your neighbor. The one who steals glances whenever he thinks you're not looking. The one who mows your lawn claiming it's to help the neighborhood but does it to absolutely no one else. The one who silently paid for your groceries once. How could you not notice?

Kindness has a weird way to be repayed, even by strangers, you'll always be stuck in their mind. Your good deeds will follow after them like shadows, even when they forget your face. In the dark hours of the night when they can't seem to find anything to hold on to, they'll remember you and how you went out of your way to please when you two barely knew each other.

So you noticed his absence.

You noticed when a tall figure was no longer around, no more of the gunpowder smell, no more of the heavy distinguishable steps of a tired man. No longer glimpses, and the house by the side of yours kept its lights dark forever.

A part of you was sad, but he was a stranger after all.

A fleeting romance that could never be. Wasn't meant to.

He believed he was too dangerous - unworthy of trust and love... But, even when he was away, having a hard time holding himself together, he remebered your face, and how it made him want to try. Try his best, try, just for a day to be the best version of himself possible. You made him want to be vulnerable, despite never exchanging more than a few words.

That's why he came back.

You haunted him, plagued his thoughts, eating his brain from the inside out and leaving nothing for him. He couldn't find peace when away.

Bouquet of roses in hands, it was raining. He wanted to try, at least once, the pain of letting it go by unperceived was stronger than the sting of rejection.

Or at least that's what he thought so at the moment.

He knocked three times, gripping the roses as if they had done something to him personally, as if grabbing them hard enough would prepare him for the traitorous path ahead.

He thought you wouldn't answer the door, that maybe you had gone away too, it had been months after all.

But you answered. You opened the door.

And behind you? A man. Someone he didn't know, didn't recognize, at least not before but now it'd be burned into his mind, in the depths of his skull like a permanent tattoo.

The light in his eyes faded, little by little. Was that your boyfriend? A lover? He hoped not. He was now gripping the roses so hard he might just crack his knuckles or get hurt by the thorns, he could feel them being given way through the cheap plastic, making him bleed just a bit. But nothing compared go the pain he was feeling now.

His heart couldn't take it, not really. A cold one, he said once, about his own heart. And maybe it was silly of him to have believed you'd make it be warm again, maybe even beat a different tune.

How silly of him, of course.

But he couldn't blame you. And you had to watch in real time how his smile faded, and his eyes went back to the same dead, tired stare.

"Simon?"

You finally said after long minutes of silence - you remebered him. Remebered his name. Knew who he was, so what was that guy doing there?

"Hi."

Was all he managed after a sharp exhale, handing you the, now slightly bloody, bouquet of flowers. They were beautiful, each painted a slightly different shade of red.

"Heeey! Sib! Not gonna show me who the gentleman is?"

The other guy finally spoke, grabbing you in a headlock and messing your hair until it was undistinguishable. You two yelled and argued about something Simon didn't really fully pay attention to.

Sib. (Short for sibling)

That means he still had a chance, and he couldn't be happier to ever have been so wrong in his life. He was blessed, truly. That dumb, dreamy smile coming back to his face, light and color, and a more relaxed posture as if he had just received the best news in the world.

And he had, yes. He had gone away once, he now had to make sure not to leave ever again.

I'm sorry I couldn't find it in me to end it in a tragic ending 😭

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Ghost x reader

Img - murahaul

Daily things.

Ghost takes great pleasure in simple, mundane things.

Things most people gloss over, like the fact that in his bathroom there are two toothbrushes rather than one.

Or how there are now two towels and not only one.

The fact your shoes are always put on the entrance by the door, on the carpet, right beside his. They're a different color, but still signify how someone is living there, under, his roof, a shared home.

The walls are losing their color, little by little. Not that he minds, it's a sign of a well used home, a house in which both you and him have spent a long time in. Sense of safety, stability, something he rarely ever got the taste of.

How your hair catches the sunlight, how it paints your eyes a beautiful golden color whenever it hits - and how you also curse for being partially blinded for the third time in a day.

How you'd smile when talking to your friends and one of them said something funny, that made your cheeks curve just the right way.

Or how red and puffy your eyes looked when you cried, glossy, making him want to make sure you never knew pain again.

Everything about you is lovable, from the way you trip down the stairs almost killing yourself, to the way your cooking always smells, and tastes, nice.

He couldn't help but smile when you fussed over forgetting the car keys. You're loved. Loved enough you'd forget important things over and over, like your wallet or the keys. To him, it meant he was protecting you just right. Just enough for you to be living, and not surviving.

And if any problems arised, he'd do his best to comfort. But even those were a nice break, to remember that life didn't stop at the war, that the worst of your worries wasn't if you'd live or die but how your socks were mismatched.

You could take him anywhere, as long as you were there, he was home.

And he'd do anything to keep it that way for as long as he could. That is, if, nobody came after his newfound family.

And he'll love you like there's no tomorrow, because, if you stop to think, there really ain't no tomorrow for him. He can never be too sure. But he knows he wants to have you by his side, and name his kid after a saint if he has the chance to.

He'll do anything to keep the peace ❤️

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John "Soap" MacTavish x Naive!Reader

Imgs - murahaul

You two met at a cafe. Hot chocolate in hands, as he appeared. It was winter, of course you'd get yourself something warm, and there was nothing warmer than his presence.

Sure, he was a stranger, but he was quite charming - and good looking at that - he also had a way with words that just pulled you in.

Cleaning your lips on the napkin when you finished your food, giving it a soft stain.

Should've been on him, what a waste...

But he'd never tell you his thoughts, he was a stranger, after all.

And so charming.

So charming you barely registered your way home by his side.

Or how nice he was to help you find your keys in your purse.

Or how pretty he looked on your sofa, watching your favorite tv show and laughing at it.

Or how beautiful he looked on your bed, the color of the sheets complimenting his eyes.

Or how warm he was when hugging you from behind on that same bed.

Thinking now, it was incredibly foolish to let a random, unknown man inside your home, but that's a problem for future you.

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YEAAAHH!!! MORE MORE

content warning : Contains content of weed and greening out!

I'm also an amateur at writing so apologies in advance if it's not the best :D

𓆩♱𓆪 Ghost x Self-Insert

Simon felt a little scared. He shouldn't feel scared or he feels like he shouldn't. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and he felt a tingling sensation in his fingertips. He was so lost at the moment. He heard Soap's and Gaz's voice, they only sat on the other couch across the living room. But why did they sound so much further away? Maybe he shouldn't have invited them over when Johnny said he got his hands on some cannabis, it was obtained legally of course but the idea of taking it felt off to himself. Sharptooth was out for the afternoon, telling him that he needed to run a few errands and took the baby with him. 

Noises felt too loud and too quiet all at once. The twitches in his forearms were uncomfortable. He sat slouched in the armchair with a hand in his sweater's pocket, palm sweating as he grabbed at the fabric. He looked towards the floor, vision blurring for just a moment before he blinked and lifted his head back up. The muscles in his neck felt so heavy  and he felt like he could barely left anything else of his body. He doesn't know how much time passes while he's in the chair, it could feel like hours to him while in reality it was only two or three minutes at most. Soap and Gaz were too busy spewing out random ideas together and Price was on his phone, grumbling about something on wood. None of them were paying attention to Simon and how the large man looked on the verge of either vomitting or passing out. There was the jingle of keys and the front doors opening. The gurgles of a baby were heard and the sounds of plastic bags. Simon tried turning his head to look over the top of the armchair but couldn't with how tired he grew. --- POV swap... yeah... :3 Angel could smell the stench of cannabis before he even fully got the door open, a sigh falling from his lips and an eyebrow raised and he pushed the door open. He kicked it shut behind himself as he walked further inside and pass the living room. All the smells wouldn't do any good for Antonio's immune system so he settled to put the baby in their shared bedroom into his playpen. The bags ended up on a counter in the kitchen when he made his way back out.

He couldn't handle to smell in the air, his face scrunching up as he made his way to the living room. The sight of seeing the 4 men all high as hell was discomforting. He wasn't sure how to feel at the sight before feeling eyes on his figure. He turned his head to see Simon staring at him with bloodshot eyes and looking worse for wear. A frown formed on Angel's as he looked at Simon with worry. He walked towards him and stood next to the armchair. He let out a sigh before speaking softly,  "How much did you have Simon?" Worry filled his voice as he looked at his lover. He brought a hand up to the other's head and rested it gently in Simon's hair. He felt the older lean his head ever so slightly into his hand and a soft chuckle fell from his lips.

"a blunt... or two.." Comes gruffly from Simon's lips as the older closed his eyes. Angel let out a another sigh in such a short time before leaning forward and moving his hand to go down and cup Simon's cheek. He brought up his other hand to hold the other one. Angel looked at Simon, taking in how tired and sick the other looked. "Love... you're greening out.." He lets out with a huff but hearing the confused noise from Simon made him shake his head. He leaned forward some more and rested his forehead against Simon's, although gently to not apply too much pressure. "Lets go get you some water and lay with the baby yeah?" Angel spoke softly and heard a grumbled noise that he took as a 'yes'. He moved his hands away from Simon's face and watched as the other's head followed his hands before giving up halfway, as if wanting to rest in them longer.  He helped Simon up from the couch and felt the other drop almost all his weight onto him. He let out a groan from surprise and felt the eyes of the others on them. He ignored it as his focus was on his greened out lover as he essentially dragged Simon out of the living room and towards the bedroom.

He got Simon to lay down onto the bed and left quickly to return back with a bottle of water. He got the other to sit up and help him drink some water before helping him rest his head back down. He heard Antonio's curious noises from behind him. The little one clutching on the wall of his playpen and holding on of his toys. He made sure Simon was comfortable in bed, adjusting the pillows for extra comfort and making sure he wasn't covered by some of their heavier blankets.

When he was sure he got the older comfortable, he turned to get Antonio out of the playpen and put him in the little space in the middle of the bed. He helped Antonio sit down and adjusted stuff even more to make sure both of his treasures were comfortable enough. As he moved around the room, he heard Simon's gruff voice.

"Tell Johnny.. no more weed." and Angel couldn't help but chuckle. He filed it in his head for later for when all the guys were a lot less high.

"Okay Si, I'll tell him no more.

as per usual !! yumeship/selfship tags used for "boost!" My relationship with him is incredibly real !

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*Callie and Kapo was walking around in the jungle as they feel like they're lost* Callie: We're lost. Ain't we? Kapo: Guessed so. Callie: I thought you knew where we're going! Kapo: Uh. Since WHEN did I say that I actually know? Wait a minute. Were you FOLLOWING me? Callie: Of course I was! Because I thought you know the way since you grew up on an ISLAND! Kapo: ..... Kapo: BITCH! I grew up in TONGA! THIS isn't TONGA! Just because this is an island doesn't mean I recognize this shitty place! Callie: Well, you should've explained that before we left! Kapo: YOU DIDN'T FUCKING ASK! Callie: Hey! You watch your tone to your superiors! Kapo: We both have the same damn RANK! ~two hours later~ Graves, was waiting for them as he crossed his arms: What in the HELL took you two so long?! I've waited for 2 fucking hours! *the two lieutenants got some leaves and twigs on their messy hair while got some dirt on their faces* *and started to point at each other* Callie/Kapo: HE/SHE STARTED IT! Graves, rubbing his face: (Dear God, it's like I'm babysitting two kids...) 🤦

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Alright folks, Fizzy x Soap content, brainstorm with me for a moment.

Fizzy and Soap are like, roommates right, and I suppose it works mostly on AU because Soap gets out of mw3 alive.

But I was thinking now, what if it didn't?

What if Fizzy got to experience the ending where he dies?

Particular, I think it'd turn out to be the "Love that could never be".

Because they do like each other a lot but don't start dating until mw3

Fizzy and Soap probably flirt quite a lot, "playfully", are good friends. But you can see they do love each other by the way exchange glances or give gifts, are constantly looking out for each other etc etc.

But Soap never tells Fizzy what he works for, where or at, so all she knows is that he leaves home for days, weeks, or months and no clue where he might be.

So she wouldn't be expecting him to die at all.

Additionally, I'm not sure whether she meets the 141 before or after, so depending, she'd just never get called.

She wouldn't know what happened, why her roommate just simply never got home one day.

I believed she'd be alone, and confused, wondering where he is and despite it all, she'd still wait for him.

She'd never know what went down, because there would be nobody there to tell her.

She'd be waiting for someone who never arrives

Yeah keeping secrets can hurt on the long run huh

I do think someone would reach out eventually if they ever found out about her, then, she'd be angry and probably feel betrayed.

Here's a drawing of them though ☺️ Fizzy can't cope with the cold in the U.K lol! (She looks too small 😭😭)

@/kunnus is the artist I took the art idea from !!

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Soap x Oc

-murahaul

"By gods, can you keep still?!"

Fizzy asked, dampening the cloth on alcohol and cleaning his wound again.

Soap hissed, gritting his teeth together.

"Aye, well, I'm tryin'. Easy tae say when it's no’ ye who's getting alcohol and water down on yer open wound..."

He muttered.

"And whose fault is it?"

She glared at him, stopping the tending just to look at him.

"...Mine."

Soap answered begrudgingly.

"Huh. Thought I'd have to remind you."

She answered angrily as she resumed tending to his wound.

She dressed it. Clean bandages and began to sew the other open wounds shut.

Far less than ideal, but Soap seemed to dislike hospitals, and after enough fights she knew it was a losing battle.

Thank god... Or, well, her parents, for the fact that she had gone to a nursing course.

Enough to learn first aid and some extra things just in case.

"And how did you get this, anyway?"

She asked, not in the mood for much.

"Uhm... Bushes, went into a forest for a wee walk tae clean my head and... Fell down, on them..."

She almost, almost hit him where he was wounded for this. A lie, she knew.

"And bushes have bullets now, do they?"

She stared at him. One that said 'continue lying if you're brave enough.'

"...Aye."

He said, gulping, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. Good lord, if he were to tell a lie, he could at least make something better.

She sighed, and, accidentally, pressed on his wound just a little harder. Dressed the wound just a little tighter before doing it properly.

Soap hissed. Warranted. He knew he deserved her anger, even if it meant getting his wounds treated aggressively by a tiny furious nurse.

Well, not a nurse, but she looks like one right now.

"May I ask, how ye know how tae do this? This no' exactly something people know"

Soap asked, knowing very well he had no rights of asking questions at the moment.

"... Went to a nurse course. Worked in a hospital for a bit, though, never thought I'd have to sew actual flesh."

She chuckled, but there was no warmth or humor at it.

"Aye? I'm yer first then? How come ye're no' squeamish at it?"

Curiosity got the best of him.

"Not the first time I’ve seen blood."

She mentioned, chuckling again, and the smile still didn't reach her eyes.

"Ever saw someone die? I mean, nurses see that all the time, I reckon"

Soap assumed she worked in a hospital, or so.

"No... Not in a hospital, at least."

She muffled a laugh again.

"Waddya mean?"

Soap furrowed his brows, gaze going to her for a moment.

"Nothing, nothin'..."

Soap thought of pressing further, but this wasn't an interrogation. This was his friend. So he preferred to keep his mouth shut.

And she was still tending his wounds anyway… Pressing her further would mean accidental mishaps.

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Poly hybrid!141 x border collie reader

-murahaul

141 team that are all bulls and get to meet the reader who is in charge of herding in the new farm they've been put in.

They usually don't like getting bossed, being known as trouble since before their arrival, but of course they'll let you do it.

They have a full arrangement of cows for them, but apparently they've all taken a liking to the farm's pet.

Cute little tail, and fluffy ears. Yes, they will gloss over the fact your favorite type of meat is cow meat.

Johnny just can't keep his hands out of you, always trying to pet you - and getting rightfully put in his place.

Ghost keeps staring...

Price only huffs and accepts his fate.

Gaz follows, even when he doesn't want to. You are the boss, after all. Farmer owner said so.

And such a sweet thing you are, thinking you own the place and them, putting everyone in lines and telling them where to go, barking when they don't, eager to please at every second.

Gonna land them into trouble.

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Price with a ferret!!

- murahaul

Couldn't stop thinking about it so I'm writing about it.

Imagine you getting Price a little critter because, look at how its nose twitches! Who could resist?

And then it starts. The little thing breaches everywhere, bites everything, steals his clothes and socks, personal belongings.

Though, to be fair, the creature does look like a tiny bandit.

And it's worse when YOU taught it to steal on command!

"Fetch!"

Is the last thing he hears before he gets his hat stolen.

Having to run around, back aching, knees sounding like hinges as he gets overpowered by a bloody ferret.

“ ‘Tis will be the last pet you'll ever get.”

He warns. Though, it's no surprise he gets it a friend just a day later.

“They need company”

He says, proving that he did research about the animal and cares more than he wants to let on. Gruffy voice, as if he's doing this against his will.

Now he has two furry creatures stealing his belongings.

And a third one that knows how to keep him on his toes - You. Of course you'd be working along the tiny insurgents, he shouldn't be surprised.

God bless this man, may mercy find him

(it won't)

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Mentions of death/religion.

Takes place after mw3 (Soap's alive, huge coping fic)

- wovened

Oh, but he looked so peaceful.

There he laid, in your arms, and you in his. A tangle of limbs, that you could only tell where one ended and the other began by the shift in hues. Johnny's face was soft, peaceful, and caring. Not hardened, or with the lock of his jaw that came with stress from work.

It always lingered, even when he was safe at home. But now? He looked like a simple man. Not Soap, not the man burdened by the stress of work, by the stress of saving the world, or so they called it.

But Johnny. Just a man. Your, Johnny. Peaceful, fragile... Human.

Shot in the head, twice, they said. Although he was alive, and his perpetrator Makarov - a well known terrorist - killed; fear still gnawed at you. The stress, the anger. John had taken so long to get used to living with half of his hearing in one ear, and the perfect on another. Taking medical leave, he swore he'd go back to work, if it wasn't for you crying in his hospital bed. Rosary tightly closed around your hands, praying for a God you had never believed in. For a god you'd lost faith in, and yet, came crawling to it the moment you heard the news.

It made him reconsider.

Perhaps it was pity, or maybe mercy from his side to take the leave without question. To take his time and maybe some more before returning to war, and the endeavors of his work.

Right now, he was your Johnny. A simple man, that wasn't shaped by his scars or the marks in the shapes of stars on the side of his head that drew the line between his almost death. He was your boyfriend, and you'd be damned if you let anyone else take him from you.

The scare was enough, and even though it was raining outside, thunder breaking down, simply watching his peaceful face of sleep in the dark was enough. Warm, strong body on your own, he was alive at last. You could hear his heart, beating strongly, working its ass off to keep this bull of a man away from the precipice.

You breathed slowly, hands reaching to trace his hairs and massage his scalp. He was here, sleeping. Safe.

You nuzzled in deeper, smelling his scent. Honey, gunpowder, oil and coconut all together. Tangy and sweet, hard but soft; much like his personality. Mushy young man, whose life would've been cut short if it wasn't for the mercy of God Knows Who.

Oh, how you'd have given anything to be in his place that day. Not that you would have any chances, not in the SAS, nowhere near the military, and you were lucky to know the 141 because of him. Yet, not really friends with any of them - for as much as you respected them and who they were.

Still, you can only dream. Maybe Tinkerbell would've been nice enough to throw you some of her magical dust and make you and him change places. You're not half of the soldier he is, half of the strength he has, but you'd move mountains if you knew you could've done something to help.

Well, can't battle with this now. Looking into his tired eyes, you know he'd never forgive himself if it was you instead of him. Maybe that was for the best, maybe that's why he never let you get too close to his job.

He survived two bullets. If it takes more than one bullet to the head to take a man like him down, if not more considering the other scars adorning his body, just imagine what would've happened to you.

Still, a partner can only dream of such fate. Where he is safe and sound, and you, nowhere to be seen.

Wouldn't say you're suicidal, perhaps just desperate to take away his pain.

You moved your ear closer to his chest, desperate to hear it again. Beating. Healthy.

John had, too, been scared.

Asking himself if, the last time he'd see you, was on the cold hard floor, his own blood filling his senses, and your face etched in his closed eyelids. And not with you in his arms, next to him.

If the last time he'd hear your voice was with it mingling with one of his comrades, in a place far away. And not right next to him as he sleeps.

He was scared. Scared he'd never see you again, scared he would never smell, feel, or hear you again.

Terrified that the last time he'd see you, was in his dreams, far away from your touch.

Work is hard, his job especially, when you never know if you'll live enough to tell tales or greet death before you can have a midlife crisis.

But nobody ever told him that he'd be reminded of the pain of leaving loved ones behind.

No one ever told him that it'd make him regret all the decisions that led him there in the first place.

Maybe if he hadn't had someone to come back to, his soul would have been eased of the gut wrenching pain.

He wouldn't have had to see your face, or think about how you'd feel when receiving the news.

Yet, when he woke up blinded by the harsh lights of the hospital, he couldn't help but wish it had all gone black back then.

Then maybe, he wouldn't have needed to see you in a pain you were never supposed to feel.

Then maybe the guilt would've been easier to swallow.

He knows it's not his fault, to a degree.

He knows you don't blame him either.

But it's something he'll carry either way.

Blinking, just a bit from your rustling, he'd noticed you had your ear on his chest, where his heart laid, where you had the physical reminder that he was still here. Undeniable proof.

Without a word, he drapes his arm around you, holding you closer, slowly, deeply, nose in your curls. Breathing in every trace of scent.

"I'm here, lass. Ye're safe."

He said after a beat. A moment of silence was all that was met. It was pouring outside, he could hear the individual droplets pounding the roof.

"You're safe. That's all that matters to me."

You spoke after the moment. And he closed his eyes, to stop the tears from coming.

You wanted him safe.

You didn't want safety, not for you. For him.

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Werewolf!Johnny who can smell your period.

- murahaul

He can smell every hormonal change in you. Period, ovulation, you name it.

Just mindlessly laying his head on your lap, soft whines as you scratch under his ears until he catches a whiff.

And then he gets up, no words, simply leaves the house with a single minded focus.

Then, he's back. With pads and a bunch of chocolates, favorite and comfort foods, staring at you like someone just died.

(Which was probably gonna be you anyway)

You simply stare at him, confusion written all over your face.

"What are you doing?"

Is the only logical question you can think of asking.

"Waitin'."

Simple answer, and you thought of asking what for,

Until you feel it.

You feel it leaving your body

And immediately regret choosing today to be a skirt day.

And the bloody dog smiles! Toothy grin and tail wagging, as if he had just won a prize while you're over here, questioning life choices, silently cursing yourself because you know you'll have to scrub the couch extra hard today.

He's lucky he's cute.