#call of duty ghosts

[achx791]

Choose Your Silent Protagonist!

No, Soap, not you.

[solariusrealm]

[gunnrblze]

Happy Father’s Day to this fictional dilf dad!☺️✨

[cloangi]

The Ghost Team at a convention ☠️

I always have the most weirdest scenarios in my head about my fixtations

No, cause like, hear me out for a second here

This is prob not realistic, but I find the thought of the Ghost Team going to some sort of convention in their MILITARY GEAR is so funny to me.

Like, imagine you're just chilling at some sort of convention, looking at merchandise, then you see a whole group of geared up military men pull up. I mean, at least they can blend in with the crowd as a "cosplay" (or stand out due to how terrifying they are).

Only few possible reasons that I can think of as to why the Ghost Team is even there in the first place would be:

1. There is some sort of objective they gotta complete. Such as the fact that this convention is huge (whole ass building or something 💀) and some evil guy decided to plant a bomb somewhere to assert dominance or whatever, and the team is here to locate that exact bomb and save everyone.

2. The team needed to find some place to relax (the extraction thing to take them back to base isn't here yet so they gotta wait) and Logan found out that his and Hesh's favorite video game voice actors are gonna be at the convention, just Logan fanboying ig if that's in character for him.

3. They're all there as security for some reason.

I can just imagine everyone staring at the group tbh 💀. Like they're gonna be so out of place it's crazy.

[tokillamockingbird427]

Had an idea a while ago about Hesh having night terrors post-beach where Elias berates him for not protecting Logan but the fool I was didn't cover the area where he has nightmares about LOGAN berating him along the same lines.

Shit like "You really think you did enough to protect me?" etc. Etcetera.

Also Hesh is perfectly aware his dreams of his loved ones victim blaming him are hella unrealistic but his own brain don't give a fuck about his insecurities.

[scarletevening]

THOUGHTS. [ SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY ]

cw: very suggestive, masturabation, perverted thoughts. this is [ teaser ] part four to a series. part one. notes: rest is on AO3 [not yet, but soon]!! words: 448.

He felt like a wild dog, teeth bared as he slammed his door open, then shut, frame shaking from his force. His breath shook, chest puffed, deflated, and repeating. Price was smart, smart to use his position to make sure Simon got his dorm alone. Though, currently, it wasn’t for the reason Price had backed. 

He tore his clothes off, stripping fabric by fabric off his skin, feeling sticky and confined. Simon stared at the pile on the floor, huffing and panting as he tried to match the rushing beat of his heart. 

Fuck

His mind growled as your soft features scarred the back of his eyelids. His tongue traced each tooth behind his upper lip, sucking in his breath as an airtight seal formed in his mouth. Saliva polled in his cheeks, eyes flattening as he leaned back to sit against his headboard. Almost completely naked, left in just his issue boxers and mask, Simon sees your face once more. 

You.

He groans, almost helpless to the way he feels the stretchy fabric become as confining as the clothes he had taken off only moments ago. Brows furrowed, eyes screwed shut behind his mask, he couldn’t escape you. Each winding road of his mind leading to the inevitable conclusion that you were what he was thinking of as blood rushed south. It had been only a couple weeks since he’d seen your face for the first time. When he truly met the face of a siren who’s laughter drew him in, impossible to resist as her smile lured him into the endless depth on emotions he had no experience understanding. When he reminded himself of the way her supple lips wrapped around the maraschino cherry Simon is so accustomed to leaving in the bottom of his glass, his mind felt hazy again.

It had barely been two minutes since he had first stormed into his room in frustration, mind blurry with racing through of incoherent feelings. Frustration he once thought of brutal, the backing behind his bloodstained hands had now turned into something else—lust. Simon let his teeth sink into his own skin, gnawing at the back of his hand while his other hand tightened around his own shaft through his boxers, brows furrowed in frustration. Your voice rung in his ears as his hand tightened around himself. He couldn’t help the way he body shook in resentment. 

Simon hated you. He hated the way you always lingered in his mind. How you always seemed to never realize what you did to him. How he always brought his thoughts back to you. How he couldn’t even begin to think of touching you, because if he did—

“….Bloody hell.”

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EYES THAT HOLD SECRETS

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[yawnderu]

''You're such a fucking asshole and—'' Your words are interrupted by a whiny moan when Keegan starts to thrust up, not letting you get distracted by anything despite your rant.

''Yeah? Keep going, baby. Ride this fucking cock.'' You do as he says, getting on your feet to be able to ride him harder and deeper, the tip of his cock hitting your spongy cervix every single time he goes all the way in. One of your hands is on his hard chest for support, while the other one is holding his jaw, keeping his mouth open to hear the downright lewd groans leaving his lips.

''And... annoying. Cocky. Arrogant—'' Each insult is punctuated by you dropping on his cock, walls tightening up even more when you feel him throbbing inside you.

''Horrible.'' You keep ranting about him despite how good he feels inside you, despite the way his fat cock has your lips gripping on him for dear life. He is all of those things and more, but the tension that has been building up to this day was impossible to ignore. You're impaling yourself down on his cock and he's letting you, mouth open slightly ajar and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

''Fuck— yeah?'' He finds the energy to speak despite the way you're destroying his cock, not even thrusting up anymore and simply letting you do all the work. His hand trails up your spine, grasping at the hair on the back of your neck and keeping your head in place, letting you ride his cock despite his rough hold.

His hand lets go only to slap your face, making you ride faster despite the stinging pain. What a fucking asshole. It doesn't take long for you to return the favor, hand coming up to slap the annoying smirk off of his face— and it works shortly, he looks shocked at getting slapped back, yet pure amusement is soon written all over his annoyingly handsome face, seeing it as a challenge.

You know you fucked up when his calloused hands grasp your waist, holding you in place before using his strength to switch positions, now on top of you. His cock thrusts even deeper like this, hitting your cervix over and over at an almost punishing pace.

''Acting like a fucking bitch all day—'' He groans out, words interrupted by the sharp hiss leaving his lips at the way your pussy tightens more around his cock. He looks down at your lips, leaning closer while managing to keep his brutal thrusts.

''Open that fucking mouth, baby.'' You obey, too fucked out to even think much about it. You're barely able to register the way he spits into your mouth before kissing you, tongues wrapping around the other in a disgusting mess of spit. His hand comes up to grope your tit, fingers squeezing and pulling on the nipple every few seconds as he kisses you, ignoring the way your mixed spit is dripping down the corners of your lips.

The air is heavy with the smell of sex and the sounds of your muffled moans, his grip on your body bruising, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you with an almost animalistic hunger. He doesn't stop making out with you even when his thrusts become even more brutal, spilling into you with a final, deep thrust. His hot white cum filling you up only makes your body tense up, riding out your orgasms together before he collapses on top of you, his weight keeping you pinned to the bed.

''Get off of me, fatass.'' Your protests go ignored, the asshole only making himself even heavier on top of you even when you try your best to get him off.

[yooo-lets-go]

Happy Valentine’s Day ♥️

To everybody except Hesh, I guess

[milomossy]

Apr 2023

Good boys

[achx791]

You kitties🫵

[solariusrealm]

[gunnrblze]

Ghost members as some of my all time favorite songs (trying to fit their vibes as always but this is also very self indulgent teehee)

Hesh-Second Chance by Shinedown (he got that 00’s older brother vibe locked down)

Logan-Midnight City by M83 (crying shaking throwing up etc)

Elias-What Do You Want From Me by Pink Floyd (tell me he’s not a Pink Floyd dad lol)

Merrick-Man in the Box by Alice In Chains (badass old bald man save meeee)

Keegan-Paralyzer by Finger Eleven (his literal strutting in the game has this exact vibe)

Kick-Layla by Derek & The Dominos (he’s a little funky methinks, gives me that 70s energy)

Rorke-Engel by Rammstein (can’t explain this one I just know I’m right lol)

My taste is very rock/metal forward, and now I wanna do a part two with my favorite girly pop songs for them

[cloangi]

Kick and Logan taking a picture with a Miku cosplayer at a convention (pretend it's an actual picture the Ghost Team took of them despite my bad art skills pls 😔🙏)

Idea was mentioned by @girl-shapedisopod , and I just HAD TO draw it 💀 (was on this post)

[tokillamockingbird427]

The first time Keegan went through torture resistance training, he just word vomited everything he knew about sharks until Rorke and Elias had enough

🐺

Real. He's sitting there going "YOU KNOW SHARKS LIKE THE SOUND OF HEAVY METAL BECAUSE IT SOUNDS LIKE FISH STRUGGLING!!!" while they're blasting heavy metal in audio torture

[alkern]

my bebe girl oc with ghosts boys

[yawnderu]

Men who act cold and brooding in front of everyone else but are desperate lovers, eating you out from behind and grabbing every single inch of flesh they can touch as soon as they come back home to you >>>>>