#cod mw2

[bluegiragi]

morning flight.

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[kymerawrites]

Simon and his girlfriend, sitting on the couch, she just done her makeup and looked marvelous. Simon the man who he is cannot take his hands off her, she kisses his neck with her freshly glossed red lips

“Imagine you tattooed that, let the world known my lips are yours. That would be so hot..” she whispered planting a big kiss on his neck.

She didn’t realize the next midday he came home with her kiss tattooed on his neck, she was in shock and he just grinned like a proud boyfriend.

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Texting.

Ghost: Hey, Johnny.

Ghost: I met a girl today.

Ghost: She’s gorgeous and I think I’m in love with her.

Ghost: Her name is Luna.

Soap: Show me the dog.

Ghost, sends a picture of him holding a golden retriever puppy.

[dante-mightdie]

can i P L E A S E get a few crumbs of pornstar!price. i beg of u ma’am🤲

sigh lowselfesteem!reader who stops showing up for their scheduled recording times at his flat and when john goes to check up on you, he finds you with puffy cheeks and teary eyes. your phone clutched in your hand full of nasty comments being made about you under a few of his videos

some saying you’re not as hot as this one specific actress he filmed with years ago, or that they could do a better job at pleasing him than you, how its “clear” he’s not actually enjoying it. and he’s fucking fuming

privates all the videos on his account, telling his fans they can have them back when they learn to treat his sweet girl all nice like she deserves :(

lay you down and kiss those tears away, shushing you when you whine and try to push his hands away. he’ll gently grab your wrists and cage you in with his large form. fucks you gently, telling you how pretty you are and how you’re his special girl, no one else but you gets to have him like this :(

[sagi-tori-ous]

"just like that," Simon entices, pushing a few straggly strands of your hair out the way, " shit, just like that. Good fuckin' slut " he grits out, you couldn't help but moan around his girthy cock at his vulgar tone, the filthy words sending chills throughout your body.

"you like when I call you that?" He questions rhetorically, slightly fucking into your slobbering mouth, he did the action lazily as there wasn't much for him to do since you readily swallowed him. "I know y'r greedy ass does, look at you."

You hollow your cheeks and let out small huffs through your nose as you take him deeper down your throat. Your hands splay on his muscle-ridden thighs, clenching as your airways become filled with his cock— but you love it. You always would. You were a filthy slut that loved gobbling up Simon's bulging cock. You wanted him to remind you of it every time, of how obscene you were for him, so every time you had to eagerly show him that it still held true.

"look at me pet." He commands and you do so, looking up at him through your wet wispy lashes with him still stuffed to the hilt in your greedy mouth. A sound of pleasure pushed through seeing the vision he could never get enough of "Those eyes,"

"you know what they do to me." He grumbles, his cock pulsating in your mouth, adding emphasis to his words.

You knew what was coming next from the slight tremble in his lower half, the way his stomach caved in, and the way he unapologetically slid deeper into the depths of your mouth. You knew the signs like the back of your hand, studying Simon as he took sanction in your mouth had almost become a pastime for you. You ever so briefly remove your mouth from his cock, gasping for a quick breath before bringing your lips back to focus on his prominent tip.

" m'gonna cum all on that pretty fuckin' face." He said, "Don't take y'r eyes off me."

Press this 💨❄️❄️

[whateveriwant]

I know it's a little late but this Father's Day, I'm thinking about childhood best friend Simon who's secretly in love with you.

You've known Simon since forever – long before the emergence of “Ghost”, his enlistment in the military, or, hell, even before his voice dropped three octaves. To you, Simon Riley was your best friend, the one person in life you could always count on to be there for you. And to Simon, the feeling was mutual, but his feelings towards you also extended well beyond that sentiment, far surpassing what you ever realized.

From an early age, Simon knew you were the love of his life, but he could never bring himself to admit that to you. He was always too shy, too self-conscious, too scared to fuck up everything you two had if he told you the truth. So instead, he kept his love for you a secret, and just focused on being the best friend any girl could ask for.

For a while, it was nice simply being your friend, and Simon played the part with ease. But once you entered the dating scene, everything seemed to change. Now, not only did Simon have to hide his feelings for you, he was forced to sit back and watch as you gave your love to another. Though it tore him up inside to witness, Simon still chose to stick by you anyway. He was your friend first and foremost, and so your friend he'd continue to be.

Through every new relationship, every whirlwind romance, and every eventual heartbreak you endured, Simon was always right there beside you, lending himself over in whatever manner you needed. Even as one came along that you swore was different from the others, Simon was skeptical, but he supported you regardless. And now, nearly five years into your marriage, he supposes you were right after all.

So color Simon surprised when you wind up beside him on his couch one night, crying your eyes out, trying to drown your sorrows in the bottom of a bottle. You explain how, for almost a year, you and your husband have been trying for a baby, to no success. You've done everything; ovulation tracking, fertility tests, a revolving door of doctors to try finding out what the issue is. By all accounts, there doesn't appear to be any physical concerns preventing you from conceiving. As for your husband, well, he hasn't been as diligent in determining his role in this.

You're now at a point in your life where you feel like time is working against you. You want nothing more than to have a baby of your own, and if you and your husband aren't capable of doing that, you're not sure what there is that's left for you.

As you sob into the crook of Simon's neck, he finds his neurons begin firing at an alarming rate. Quicker than he'd like, an idea takes root in his mind, and though it's bad – fucking heinous is what it is – it burrows itself into his grey matter until it's all he can focus on. While he hates himself for thinking of it (hates himself more for the way his stomach flips at the thought), there's nothing that hurts him more right now than having you in his arms so utterly distraught.

So before he can convince himself of another idea, Simon raises your head from his shoulder and tenderly cups your face between his palms. When he leans in to kiss you, a moment he's dreamed about for years, he's not surprised as you startle against him. But he holds steady, melding his lips to yours, until he feels you gradually melt into it. As he hushes the voices in his head, he plucks up his last bit of courage, and finds no resistance as he slowly guides you onto your back.

It's alright, sweetheart. He's here for you. He's going to help you out.

He'll give you the baby you so desperately desire, because that's what best friends are for, right?

[mrsparrasblog]

I just listened to "My Tears Ricochet" and had an idea.

TW: Angst *laughs in free therapy*

So, imagine the boys need to fake their deaths. How macabre it is that they attend their own funerals, wanting to watch their loved ones. (These are standalone scenarios they don't fake their death together)

Price: You were his wife for all these years, always waiting for him to return. The funny thing was you could clearly remember the last argument before he left.

"Love, just one more tour, and I'm coming back to you. Then we can start a family and all that, but the boys need me."

"It's always the last tour with you. When is it really the last?"

"This time, I promise."

To some extent, he was right. You thought it was his last tour, but it wasn’t fair. You knew it was over when you got the call from General Shepard. Your husband was dead. You lost the love of your life, and all you got were his dog tags and a check large enough to end world hunger. You slapped your friend after she said at least you were financially secure now.

Price watched you from behind a tree. He saw how you clung to his grave, hugging it tightly and lying on it as you always used to with him. Your dress was dirty, and the tears wouldn’t come anymore.

When Laswell and Nik approached you, you screamed at them, blaming them for not protecting your husband. You trusted them, and now you couldn't bear to let anyone else near his grave. John wished he could comfort you, tell you he would come back to protect you, but he couldn’t. Instead, he sent Simon, who endured all your insults, screams, and even a punch to his crooked nose until you were ready to move on.

Kyle: You and Kyle were born on the same day, in the same room, in the same hospital. It was like a movie; he was your best friend since forever, your first everything, and you were his. It was a love like in all those movies. The only thing separating you was the military, but you stayed home waiting for him. Not even war could separate you. Last year, he brought you that ring. You remember lying in bed, cuddling him as he promised you that you were allowed to die first. He knew you wouldn’t survive his death. So he made the silly promise that you would die first. He thought it was the first promise he ever broke to you.

Kyle had to be held back when he saw you crying at his grave. “Guess I’ll find you in the next one, love. Sleep well.”

Ghost: He was never good at love, and he was sure no one would come to his funeral. No one knew "Ghost," and Simon Riley had been buried since 2009. But then he saw you, the cute medic he always tried to push away. He was afraid of hurting you or corrupting you. How could he have known that pushing you away wouldn’t stop you from loving a dead man?

All the conversations came flooding back:

"Here, Lt. I made you red velvet cookies, your favorite."

"You're going to sit down and let me fix that, idiot."

"You're beautiful, Ghost."

"You're enough."

"It's kind of silly to be in love with someone whose name you didn’t even know. I hope you find your peace, big boy." You placed lilies on his grave and left. In that moment, Simon Riley realized he was loved, and he would burn the world down to come back from the dead just to return to you.

Johnny: Contrary to popular belief among the team, Johnny wasn’t a whore. He was a loving husband and father. That was written above "Sergeant" on his grave, at least.

His funeral was crowded with people who wanted to pay their last respects. Most of them were blue-eyed MacTavishes. Then there was you, holding your three-year-old in your arms. He didn’t understand why everyone was crying or why Dad wasn’t there anymore.

Johnny watched you sit at his grave, sighing as you talked to your husband. "James doesn’t understand what’s going on, but he misses you. He wanted me to give him a mohawk. It looks ridiculous, just like you. I know you’re rocking it in heaven. Just please wait for me, okay? Don’t want you to hoe around in heaven," you chuckled, holding back the tears. "You watch us from there, right? Can’t miss the birth of your princess, can you?"

[forestshadow-wolf]

Soap has a bad habit. But he doesn't think it's... that bad. Just a joke between him and Ghost that he'd started, really. Well- it wasn't completely a joke to him, but it was to Ghost, so it didn't really matter. Or, it did but that was kinda... it was his own problem to deal with. Not that was the real bad habit of his, he jumps head first into everything and has to do damage control after.

It was him and Ghost on watch tonight, price and Gaz were soundly a sleep in the other side of the safehouse. They'd been tracking a target for the last three days, and hopefully wouldn't have too much longer before they could go take him into custody. That's not to say they haven't been busy, infact it would be more accurate to say they've been a little stretched thin between this target, and taking out a seperate enemy warehouse.

The night was quiet, interrupted only by the incessant frog chirps and cricket calls. Somehow it felt both tired, and restless. And like always, he opens his big mouth to break the tension that sprouts from somewhere he can't see.

"Go out with me, L.T?" He asked, tying the straw wrapper in his hands into a finger sized ring, and presenting it to the man.

"I don't want to do this tonight, Sargeant." Ghost says curtly. Ouch, he got ranked? In all fairness, soap supposes, Ghost is tired, worked to the bone like the rest of them. Soap doesn't fault him. So he drops it.

But ot does get his mind spinning. In two years, Ghost hasn't snapped at him about this stupid joke once, not like he just had anyway. Sure it wasn't harsh, but soap could read between the lines just fine. Ghost was tired of it, or maybe just too tired to deal with the uncomfortability of it. He's gotten that Ghost didn't want him the first time he rejected him, but he'd also laughed it off as a joke, so he'd been keeping his alibi ever since. Not that those attempts were ever disingenuous either, just that he was expecting the Answer. But he wouldn't have kept it up if he'd known it made Ghost uncomfortable. Maybe he should have known. He definitely should have with how much he studies the man. Looking at him now he can see the way Ghost's eyes flick to him, then away as he does an uncomfortable little shift, so small that if you weren't looking for it you wouldn't see it. But he does see it now.

"Ahm sor'y, Ghost." It takes him a very generous amount of time to put together the words he needs in a way that sounds genuine enough to his own ears. Longer still for him to speak them. "I hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable, I should have known." He rips at the straw paper as he speaks, "it never meant anything, if that makes you feel better." Then he falters a little, but he plows on, "ah'll um- ah'll stop joking about it." The once paper ring, now just a scrap of litter on the wooden table beneath his hands.

Ghost doesn't respond, just looks at him silently, and he feels a pit drop in his stomach. He wishes the ground would just swallow him up so he wouldn't have to deal with the repercussions of his own actions. The tension in the air pulls tight, tight enough to strangle them so he opens his mouth. Again.

"So.. did you hear about the kidnapping at school?.... he woke up." Soap chuckles, answering his own joke. It does not solve anything. If anything it makes it all worse, if the way Ghost doesn't even acknowledge it had anything to say about it. "Okay.." he resigns himself to a silent and uncomfortable watch for the night, he'll sleep it off tomorrow, stop making the jokes, and it'll all be fine.

I'd be fine for them. For him it wouldn't be, it wasn't since the first rejection, and it wasn't for the 83 other accumulated attempts, but he'll live. He has been, so he'll keep doing so. Even if it ached to breath around the thought. He'll just... not think about it.

"So it never meant anything?" The question catches him off guard and leaves him floundering. Ghost is looking at him when he glances up now. Yes! Yes! It did! It does! Everytime! All the time! His mind screams.

"No- never." He chokes out instead, the lie tastes sour on his tongue, and he's so sure Ghost has noticed. He's gonna get visibility uncomfortable with soap any second now. Soap knows it. Braces for it.

"You're lying?" But it sounds more like a statement. Almost sounds offended. Like Ghost is hurt that soap would try to lie to him. Which, quite frankly, doesn't make sense. Why couldn't he just accept it and move on, why does he have to torment soap about it.

Soap can't muster up another ill-tasting lie, so he just looks away.

"You did mean it." That one is a statement, one which soap cringes internally at. "Did.. did you mean it the first time?"

Soap doesn't want to answer. He really really doesn't. But he forces himself to nod, just once. The first one had meant the most to him.

"I thought you were joking... messing with me to have a laugh." Ghost admits quietly.

"I was. Kinda," he sighs, folding his arms on the table and dropping his head onto them, he mutters, "not... not really. I- I um- it was just... easier to laugh it off." His finger dejectedly traces idle shapes on the table. "This'll make an even 85, suppose that's as good a number as any to stop." He laments to himself.

"Ask me again."

"What?" He head shoots up in surprise.

"Ask me again." Ghost repeats.

"O- okay..." he picks at the skin around his thumbnail, "uhm.. I- uh.. would you.. gooutwithme?" He rushes the question out, not really wanting to drag out the inevitable answer.

"Ok." He said it so simple.

"I- huh?" He freezes.

"I want to go out with you." Ghost looks him in the eye. It makes soap's heart do a weird thing.

"Okay." He can't help the smile that spits his face, his knee bounces with giddiness, and he can't help but nudge Ghost boot with the toe of his own. Ghost does it back.

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Prolly gonna shove this on ao3 later

[grimmroach]

aftermath 😦

referenced from that one scene in minus one

[rusticfurnace]

Would you ever consider drawing Alex (Keller)? I would love to see him in your style 🥹

hmm let me think abt it...... nah

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Ghost: Tea is calming, it comes in many flavours and is the answer to all problems.

Soap: Yeah? Well, my anxiety juice gives me three heartbeats for the price of one and if I have more than four cups I can talk to electricity.

[dante-mightdie]

c/w: football, smut, weed use, stoned sex, recording, sharing of videos, simon is a dealer 🤭

it’s euros season and work was filled with big men in football shirts so now i’m thinking about dealer!simon buying you an england shirt with ‘riley’ on the back and recording you sucking him off and riding him before he sends it to his little group chat of pervy degenerate friends

and it’s soo poorly filmed, low quality but it’s still hot enough for johnny to fist his cock to or for kyle to hit up his ex to come over or price to head down to the local pub to pick up some random woman to shag

maybe he lights up a spliff, taking a few deep pulls before passing it to you and letting his hands rest on your ass lazily. he’d lean back on the sofa in his flat, glazed eyes watching the footie whilst your warm cunt just soaks him :(

ughhhhh football season with mean!bluecollar!price?!?!?! yes please

[stargirlstabber]

Chat do ya think that the ghost likes getting his head petted and soft kisses like a dog (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

hi anon :3

actual pettings on his head, nooo... but i think simon loves the kisses, he loves when your soft lips press against his head, it's calming. when he's coming home, after lots of other kisses his huge body bends down that you can kiss the crown of his head. doesn't matter if he came back from the gym and is sweating or was just getting some groceries in the small corner shop, you always cradle his heads between you hands as your lips connect with his head.

but about the head pats, he prefers when you slowly comb your fingers through his hair. the location doesn't matter, he likes it. likes it a lot. for example when you're watching tv together, simon's head would be laying on your lap, relaxing to your soft touch as your fingers comb through his short hair.

and especially when he's having a good time between your legs, your hands in his hair is a must. pull it, shove his head, just have your hands on his head, show him how much pleasure he brings you.

[bucketyd]

Combat flirt

[towelenjoyer]

Giving husband/boyfriend Simon presents on Father's Day and he's like "but we don't have a kid" and then reader pulls out pregnancy test and says sum like " you are now "

Idk this was mind blowing in my head

I didn't even know it was fathers day honestly buddy thanks for reminding me

"Happy fathers day", the card spelled out in silver writing yet it couldn't be, could it?

He looked up into your eyes, his own filled with uncertainty as he picked up the card between his index and thumb as if it was some delicate object that would just vaporize before his very eyes

"Love? What's this? I'm not a father?", he asks slowly, unsure of where this was going as he tilted his head in confusion. His eyes betrayed the slight glimmer of hope that was brimming in his gaze, so delicate, such trust so easy to break

"You are now", three words were all it took for him to break, the card dropped as he dashed forward, pulling you into a hug as quickly and yet as gently as he can

His eyes were wide, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he stared off into the distance, the side of his head pressed against your stomach as if he was trying to look for a heartbeat

"Happy Father's day, simon," we're all the words you needed to break the man. Loud heaving sobs wracking his whole body from shoulders to kneeling legs as he sobbed. Breaking down into someone that was truly yours, your Simon.

[celestialhole]

"I can fix him" Bitch you can barely fix yourself, sit down.