#multiverse cod

[shotmrmiller]

what if 09 ghost's wife appeared into 22 ghost's home, who's already married?

what then?

The moment you were handed his dog tags, you blinked, and you were here. In a cozy home, with evidence of children lying around, with a pot of simmering food on the stove. With skeleton gloves resting on the counter.

And then there's a woman letting out a blood-curdling scream.

And then there's Simon, your Simon, aiming a handgun straight to your forehead, muzzle harshly pressing into your skin.

"Who are you? How did you get inside?" he snarls. He's rabid, vein bulging from his forehead in fury.

The thunderous rhythm of your heart pounding in your ears drowns out his barrage of questions.

You don't flinch as he looks down to the tags in your hand, don't wince when he yanks them away from you.

When he reads the name, he'll demand to know where you got them, and you'll tell him that you're his wife. This is all that's left of him for you to keep.

Now you do flinch when he asserts, "I've already got a wife. Now get the fuck out."

He releases you and walks backward to where his wife is and tucks her under his arm, safe, protected.

Your breath rattles as it escapes your chapped lips, and with one quivering hand you ask him for your husband's dog tags back.

"Please," you whimper, "Let me have them and I'll go."

Simon doesn't move an inch, his gaze hard, staring at you like you're his enemy, but his sweet wife is the one who takes pity on you. She takes them and slowly extends her hand out, chain dangling from her fist.

"I'm sorry."

[thefallenangel2008]

Ok but the fact that Stan managed to stay good despite all that shit that happened in his life is still something I admire about him. I mean, sure, he's an asshole, but he's a GOOD asshole. Personally if I got kicked out, that would be the start of my villain arc. And to think that by that time he hadn't even been through HALF the stuff that can mess a person up in the head. Obviously, the only thing that has kept him going was his family. But what if after he got kicked out or during his homeless days he just went "yk what?! Fuck everything! Fuck my family! Fuck these assholes!" He just went apeshit, because up until that point, what has his family whom he had a special place in his bitter heart for, done for him?

What I'm trying to say is: I really like the Evil Ford AUs, but what about an Evil Stan AU?

[writer-fennec]

I was thinking about Neil Ellice.

He is the actor of a hunter in the Loki series, Soap McTavish in the Cod remake but not Soap McTavish in the OG.

Now, skip towards the Loki ending and the way it is literally aboit developing the multiverse and letting it become branched (which I always interpreted as making fanfiction valid and that's a good reason to why i love the series) that can also fuse togheter.

So maybe one day the branches of 09 CoD and 22 CoD characters fuse tohheter along with all the other universes where the 4 main actors are characters and this automatically bad because Neil is also in the Loki series but at the TVA, implying that there are multiverses of multiverses (brain with me) and all the different versions interact (exept for the actors in our universe since they would know every dingle role they played)

[polktd]

everyone has their own opinions BUT i just can't see ghost as anything other than gay. you're telling me you looked at that man and said 'yeah, he likes women'? in what world? IN WHAT WORLD??

[the-whispers-of-death]

grim reaper stone x guard!dog reader..........

It's very rare that people decide they want to disrespect him, but it happens. And before Grim Reaper!Stone could tell them off himself, Guard Dog!Reader interjected, telling them off for him.

Grim Reaper!Stone would be so confused because usually everyone is wary of him. Before you, no one defended him. They all thought he didn't need protection and he kind of didn't, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate it.

Honestly, with the way he grew up, being protected by someone isn't something he knows. He always thought no one would protect him, no one wanted to protect him. He just thought protection and love was out of his reach, something he was only meant to see others get.

But you defend him constantly, throwing verbal assaults on those who decide to try and pick on him for being a mindless soldier, sometimes even fighting them. You're in his corner, willing to have his back, and that means a lot considering he's very paranoid.

Knowing that you want to protect him makes him want to melt.

[halfxspider]

"Can you be normal?... for once?"

[widowswineapologist]

yeah cod zombies x reader is really fun until you have to become an amateur cryptologist and listen to hours of radios/audio reels from your cryptic ass boyfriend talking about some shit you don't understand and you can't just go and ask him about it because he has no clue what you're talking about either

[shotmrmiller]

A familiar face pays you a visit a few days after you wake up next to a living Simon Riley.

"Captain MacTavish. You are much younger now than when I last saw you."

His crystal blue eyes widen when he realizes what you've said.

"Captain? That's what I am in yer time?" he asks, his disbelief apparent. "Did I also have a wife?"

Before you can answer him, Simon Ghost storms into the room and locks eyes with MacTavish, whose spine has gone stiff, expecting a reprimand.

"Get out, Sergeant. You're not to be in here again, understood?" his tone is austere.

"Aye, sir." MacTavish mouths an apology your way, and swiftly walks out the door, leaving you alone with the man who wears the face of your husband.

"You," he pivots on his heels to look at you, his eyes dark, swirling with fury, "are to talk to no one here. As far as I'm concerned, you're an enemy. Why the Captain hasn't locked you up in a cage is beyond me."

As you feel that unmistakable feeling of your throat tightening, your eyes well up with tears, causing your vision to blur. Your Simon would never look at you like that— never speak to you like this.

Understanding that this isn't a discussion, you turn away, clenching your jaw to suppress the overwhelming urge to sob. There is a sharp ache in your chest, a poignant sting that relentlessly pierces your heart.

But a harsh grip on your chin jerks your attention back to Ghost so abruptly your neck pops, and growls, "Don't turn your back to me, bint. I'm not done talkin'."

Meeting his gaze, your eyes betray you as tears overflow, tracing a path of glistening sorrow down your face.

"Now I see why you haven't married in this life," you choke out. "You're a bitter, foul shell of a man with no sympathy."

Angrily wiping your cheeks and grabbing at his thick wrist, you lurch it away from you.

You grab at the dog tags that have been hidden under your shirt. "I have been nothing but miserable since I met you. I loved my husband with everything I had and so painfully wished I had been buried with him."

A bitter laugh escapes your lips, and you remark, "You may share his body, but you are nothing like him."

"I don't know how anyone could ever grow to love you."

The room is quiet, except for your shaky breathing and occasional sniffle. Ghost remains stock-still in front of you, unblinking. He slowly rises to full height and silently walks out of the room.

You lift the dog tags to press a kiss onto them with a trembling hand, and your thumb runs over the engraved 'Simon "Ghost" Riley' on it.

What have you done?

it's gotta get worse before it gets better :( sorry!

@fruitymoonbeams-blog

part 1 part 3

[shotmrmiller]

noo cause your newer post got me thinking..

Would reader ever mistake ‘22 Simon for her simon? Either when she’s really tired or even if she’s had a few to drink. She can’t go anywhere and just wants to do something, getting into ‘22 Simon’s alcohol stash..he wants to be mad but coming back and seeing her with giant puppy eyes staring up at him thinking he’s her husband and then clinging to him like a koala

yes yes yes yes

absolutely

they're the exact same.

She'll be proper pissed, yeah? One too many shots of a Kentucky Whiskey Simon indulges in only after a grueling mission that is to be sipped.

And you've gone and drank it like a college student.

Yeah, he's upset. But then you confuse him with your husband.

His anger dissolves when you slur, "missed you s'much, Si. Every damn day m'heart yearns t'be with you."

He can smell the liquor in your breath as you look up at him. The anguish in your glassy eyes is palpable.

"You left m'here, all alone, baby. How'm I supposed t'survive without you?"

Simon's feels like he can't breathe— your sorrow is suffocating.

He watches your eyes flutter shut, and slowly your body goes slack in his arms.

A heavy silence fills the air that is occasionally interrupted by your tiny hiccups.

[shotmrmiller]

Multiverse part 3

You sat in a small room on a padded chair, with equipment set up around your arm, chest, and fingertips. A polygraph test. That's what you were being forced to take. And to your chagrin, Ghost is in the room with you and Captain Price.

"Try to relax, yeah?" Price commented. He must've noticed your restless leg.

"I'll do that, shall I? I've done nothing wrong, other than exist and I'm being interrogated. Because that's what this is— an interrogation." You finally turn your attention from Ghost to look at Price, who's sitting at the desk by your side. "Tell me, Captain. Did you get this same treatment when you came back after spending all that time locked up in the gulag?"

His dark eyebrows furrow in confusion. A sigh escapes your bitten lips. That's only in your...world, for lack of a better term. Dimension? Universe?

"I haven't been to the gulag here." Yeah, obviously.

With an impatient wave of the hand that doesn't have cables strapped to it, you mutter, "Let's get on with this circus act, then. Ask your questions."

Ghost steps forward, his arms unfolding as if he's about to speak to you, but Price swiftly intervenes, halting him with a raised hand.

"Alright then. Baseline questions first. Name." Ghost gives away nothing when you say your last name is Riley.

It goes like this for a few, then he switches to the control questions, until finally moving on to the relevant ones.

"How did you get here?" I don't know.

"Do you know why you're here?" No.

He pulls up a photograph. "Recognize him?" Captain MacTavish.

Another photo. "Him?" I don't know.

"What do you mean by that?" If that's Roach, I've never seen his face unmasked.

"You're sure you don't know him?" Unless that man's name is Gary Sanderson, no. I do not know him.

Price acknowledges your response with a nod, then shifts his gaze towards Ghost, whose head slightly tilts forward. Returning his attention to you, he retrieves a final photograph. "What about him?"

As you look at the picture, your eyes begin to well with tears, lip trembling violently. A new fracture reverberated through your tender heart, intensifying the ache in your chest. Yes.

"Who is he?" Price softly asks.

"That's my Simon," your voice broke on the last syllable. It was hard to not use a possessive adjective when the face of your husband was in that picture.

Blinking the tears away, you clear your throat. "Anything else, Captain?"

Price purses his lips under his hefty facial hair and responds, "Just a few more questions."

Once finished, you sat unabashedly staring at Ghost in the tiny room. "I wear Roach's tags alongside yours, in honor. He was with you until the very end, and for that, I couldn't be more grateful."

Ghost is completely silent, but you continue talking anyway. "I've been married to you since a bit after you came home on leave that one time. You know the one."

His eyes are emotionless, blank, as he stares at you. But you know him like the back of your hand. You've got his full attention.

"I accompanied you to your brother's wedding. He married a woman, Beth. She was good for him. They had a baby, your nephew, named Joseph. The love you had for him was one of a kind. I had told you later that evening that I dreamed of the day you'd look at our children like that."

With a shuddery breath, you tell him how none of those matters. Because your husband is dead, and you're stuck here. With his counterpart that hates you.

With a hushed click, the door closes shut behind him as he leaves, yet its resounding noise fills the compact room you're in.

You begin to fidget with the sizeable ring that hangs on a thin necklace beneath your shirt— the metal is warm under your touch as if it had never gone cold in the first place.

As if Simon had never taken it off his finger to go find Makarov.

ah theyre short but hurt. much pain.

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[gomzdrawfr]

and it's always them

Today I will warm up with something I like

[shotmrmiller]

Glitch anon again! Can I take 🍁?

Anyways, what if? WHAT IF??? 22Ghost was secretly married and no one knew except maybe Price. But then wife died? That’s why he’s so closed off and angry because he already had the love of his life. Then this stranger from 09verse appears and claims she’s his wife? And he’s so angry because she keeps talking about 09Simon and that reminds him of who he used to be before his wife died, before he turned into a cold bastard, cuz that’s just how he handles his grief.

you may!

I was going to write a little spin off similar to this!!

Like what if 22 ghost's wife died, and then there you are. In the flesh.

ok ok.

The wall around his shriveled heart cracks, because everything you're saying 09 ghost did, 22 ghost did for his wife.

He took on more missions, sold the home and left everything behind because he couldn't cope.

The cartel didn't break him, but his wife's death almost did.

And here you are, expressing the pain he can't, talking about how he's your husband which he adamantly refuses to be because you aren't his wife!

and then, he starts to notice the little things.

the way you always make sure his tea bags are fully stocked. the way the rips in his uniform are always mended the next day. if he has a particularly bad day, you're a quiet presence. Never alone, but not smothering him nor making him talk to you about it.

You don't try to fix him, you just try to be a pillar of support. Something his wife used to be for him. And when he asks you, "Why're you doing all of this?"

The fond smile you give him looks so much like his wife's; it almost sends him to his knees.

"Because I care, Simon."

and it'll bring forth a memory where his wife had said the same thing to him once before they had even gotten married.

--

"Why do you even put up with me?"

"Because I care, Simon."

The next day, he had a black, velvet box in his pocket as he waited for her to come home from work.

[shotmrmiller]

09 wife jealous of how obsessed Johnny is with his girl, takes it out on 22 Ghosts and he fucks the attitude out of herrrrr and throws in one I love you that holds her off for the next hundred years

o.

my.

god.

yesysyeesyeyseyes

ok ok. can this just be multiverse ch 4? im feeling inspired. ch4 everyone i like this.

You are so happy for your friend, truly. But goddamn, if it doesn't sting seeing Johnny just embrace her, accept her love for what it is when Simon has been fighting you tooth and nail over your feelings.

It comes to head when everyone's in the lounge and Johnny looks at his wife with so much adoration in his eyes, and he plants a kiss on the corner of his wife's mouth.

You're lurching out of your chair so fast it tips over behind you— almost jogging back to your shared quarters with Ghost.

A couple of minutes later, there's a knock on the door.

Damn. It must be Soap's wife.

You're opening the door with an apology already on your lips when you realize it is definitely not her.

"Why are you knocking?" you sneer. "It doesn't matter, what're you doing here?"

Simon just stares at you, and you bite your lip to prevent yourself from saying something you might regret.

"Let me in, pet."

Oh, so he can speak in a neutral tone.

With an aggravated sigh, you step aside and turn around, giving him your back. You won't cry again. Or at least try your best to not cry again.

The door softly clicks shut and you begin to feel like he's just pushed you into a corner.

"Look at me," he mutters.

He's definitely cornered you.

You don't turn around as you answer him. "Why, Simon? So you can continue to look at me like I'm worth nothing? Like I'm—" Your words turn to ash on your tongue because Simon's suddenly standing behind you, encircling his arms around your waist.

That starts the waterworks.

You spin to face him, returning his embrace. "Why do you hate me? I didn't choose to be here. I've never wanted to be a burden to you." Simon tightens his hold on you, pressing his cheek on the top of your head.

"I've never hated you."

"Well, that's news to me, isn't it?" you shakily snarked. You couldn't help it; your heart had taken enough of a beating.

He tips your head up with his hand under your chin, and you take in a sharp breath. He took his mask off.

Simon's as handsome as you remember. His lips are a soft, rosy pink. The bisected left eyebrow, the silverly long, thin scar on his upper lip, the crooked nose, even the bloody stubble— all of it the same.

And his cheeks are flush, with life.

"I don't hate you, love. How could I when you're my wife?" he breathed.

His wife. He called you his wife. His wife.

Simon gently lowers his head, and you rise to your toes, and when your lips meet, there's a switch in you that's flipped. The kiss turns hungry almost instantly, and you're moaning embarrassingly into his mouth, but you don't care. You don't fucking care.

He tastes the same, he even sounds the same when you suck on his tongue lightly. He's gruffer here, but he's still yours. And now you're going to take what's yours.

You start to fumble at his clothes, because why won't they just come off fast enough? Simon chuckles into the kiss and with his help, you're both swiftly naked.

His body is radiating heat, scalding under your touch. When you wrap your hand around his heavy cock, the groan you swallow is so lewd that it has you squeezing your thighs together in anticipation.

Breaking away, you roam your eyes over his bare body before pushing him back with a hand on his chest. He lays back on his mattress, and you waste no time in straddling his hips and lining him up with your slit.

Simon's hands up to grab your waist, and chokes out, "Wait, you don't need me to—" and he doesn't get to finish because you've got the tip of his head in you already.

"Another time, tomorrow, yesterday, whenever you want just not right now. I need to feel you inside of me." That's the only warning he gets before you slowly start to sink down onto him, slick cunt spreading open for him beautifully— moaning loudly when his head kisses the entrance of your womb.

Oh, you've missed this. Yeah, you've missed Simon too but this... he slots himself where only he could ever fit— like it was made for him. And you have no doubt in your mind that you were, in fact, made for him.

You place your hands on his chest and start to ride him, keeping it slow because you want to savor every second, memorize how he looks like in bliss. Your pace stays the same, a gentle up-down when you feel his grip tighten around your waist. Simon's biting his bottom lip, his molten eyes are locked onto where you take him in, and he's starting to tremble.

He's about to come.

You quickly rearrange yourself to be on your feet and start to fuck yourself onto his twitching cock. Now he's groaning loudly, sonorous noise from deep within his chest, and you angle your hips forward slightly— taking him even deeper.

Your body is slick with sweat, hair matted on your forehead from the exercise, and Simon starts to thrust himself up into you as you come down— now fucking you in turn.

His fingers are painfully digging into your soft flesh, when he looks up into your eyes, mumbling, "Kiss me, oh god, f-fuck, kiss me please."

How could you say no to that?

You rearrange your feet at his sides and lean down to slant your lips over his, but he gets impatient, pulling you down strongly— teeth clacking against his, but the slight pain is overridden when his thrusts start to turn choppy, brutal. It's so familiar that you pull away, your words spill from your lips unbidden.

"I love you."

He grunts as he comes inside of you, coating your slick walls with his essence, and you kiss him again, languidly this time.

Simon's head falls back onto his pillow, and he rubs your waist as he tries to catch his breath. You try to rest your head on his chest when he stops you with a hand to your sternum.

"You didn't finish," he asserts.

Of all the things... "No, Simon, I'm more than satisfied with..." you quietly moan when he begins to lower his hand until he's at your mons and uses his own cum to make the pad of his thumb slippery— rubbing tight, precise circles on your neglected clit.

He plays you like an instrument, and your walls are fluttering around his softening cock in minutes.

When your thighs begin to shake around him, he pulls you down with a hand to the back of your head and whispers against your lips what you've been waiting to hear all this time.

You climax to his words.

"I love you too."

--

Johnny gapes at Simon the next day, because his demeanor is vastly different to the usual surly.

"Ye slept with her, didn't ye?"

A tsk. "None of your business, Johnny."

"Ye did! About damn time, if ye ask me."

Simon doesn't rebuke that. You were another's' but now you're his. Only his.

And he's never letting you go.

[shotmrmiller]

09 wife HATES comparing Simons, but 22 is giving her what she’s always wanted- a family. He’s more direct too, which is so good for her overthinking habits

OH! SO SCRUMPTIOUS.

He always speaks his mind, never lets her stew in her own thoughts.

If anything, he takes over sometimes. She wants to ignore an issue in their relationship or not bring up something that bothers her because is she being too naggy? too controlling?

Simon brings it up instead.

"I noticed that you got a bit of an attitude when this was brought up. Talk to me."

"You don't speak about this person anymore. Why?"

"I see the way you look at that one medic. There is only you for me."

And then he's blunt to a fault.

"It doesn't matter that you're gaining weight, you're growing a baby." Now she's crying.

"Your cravings are strange, but that's okay. You're pregnant." Bawling.

"You may not see your own feet, but I do." Weeping.

But then he's holding the baby in his arms, eyes gleaming with love, and she can't help but be thankful that she's here, with him.

She stops wearing her late Simon's tags around her neck, opting to stow them away instead. It's time she looked ahead instead of behind her.

[shotmrmiller]

I just know that Captain MacTavish's wife would be the one fighting Johnny off of her.

A tap to the nose like, 'bad dog'.

How excited would he be to see her, though? He'd be itching to get to know her, especially intimately.

She'd be very confused because, the same and yet not? Where's the sexy scar? I've got one on my chin, bonnie. What's this heavy accent? m'not sure I ken wha' yer talkin' about. You're my husband? Sure am, I'm John MacTavish. But you're much younger? Nothin' wrong with tha'.

She probably feels like a cougar.

Definitely lets him hold her when she breaks down because 22 Ghost called him Soap.

22 Ghost then brings out his 09 wife and asks if they know each other.

The way they immediately give each other an embrace, sniffling and speaking with warbly voices is his answer.

Johnny is puffing his chest out, preening, because now he's got a wife too. And then he looks at Kyle and Price with an arched thick brow, and gleaming blue eyes.

[shotmrmiller]

22 ghost seeing the sheet cloth ghost tattoo up close and personal for the first time >>

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You rouse from your slumber when something continuously grazes your hip.

"G'mornin', Simon."

"Mornin." His voice is thick with sleep, and it sends a shiver up your spine.

His thumb is rubbing over one spot in particular, and then it clicks. "You like it?"

Simon kisses the tattoo of his namesake on your soft skin. "I do."

"Oh, you, well not you, were so upset when you saw it the first time."

A chuckle resonates in his chest. "Yes, because it's me, and I'm dangerous. I've made far too many enemies in my line of work—"

"And you'd never forgive yourself if I got taken hostage because of my relationship with you," you finish for him. "You said the same thing before too."

His breath fans over the exposed skin of your stomach, and then he kisses it again, only to follow it up with his tongue.

"Jes- Simon!"

He licks the ink again, then begins to trail his tongue down to your cunt.

Whatever you want to say melts from your mind, just like you begin to melt with his mouth.

Simon ate pussy for literal breakfast.