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M/n sighed, sitting down on the bench all sweaty from the work out he’s been doing all morning. He took a big gulp of his water as he leaned against the wall. His attention turned to his lieutenant, who was helping one of the new recruits perfect their form. M/n sighed as his eyes trailed Ghost’s figure.

“I think I’m in love with Simon..” He started, looking over at Gaz who was also taking a breather, “Any thoughts?”

“And prayers.” Gaz just gave m/n a look before taking a sip of his water, chugging it down. He set the bottle down before looking over at Ghost, then he looked at M/n.

“You’re going to need them.”

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Thinking about M!reader who listens to white girl music like it’s his life line.

Most listened song in his Spotify wrapped? Love story by Taylor Swift

First song he plays when he’s in control of the aux? California girls by Katy Perry

Mental breakdown music? Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Shakira (Specifically Hips don’t lie)

Also he listens to inappropriate music when he’s sad, I’m talking any Ayesha Erotica, WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion, Super Freaky girl by Nicki Minaj, Bang Bang by Jessie J, Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj.

Then his CoD s/o just looks at him like “Who the fuck did I agree to date/marry?” But he loves m!reader because m!reader is just a little bit silly

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Do we ball with call of duty OC’s? We ball? Okay we ball.

Michael Kelly, the man who looked like he never stepped foot in a warzone before, was somehow an absolute mad man on the field. Most reckless fucker you could ever imagine, to the point where he got suspended from going on missions for a month and had to do work at the base. It was a cycle, almost like an unbreakable one, that’s when he met the infamous, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. He heard of him, of course, they were in the same unit, he just never spoke with him a whole lot since most of his reprimands came from Price.

However, one abnormally sunny day, Michael was outside, it was his break so he was drinking an iced coffee, something John ‘Soap’ MacTavish would heavily judged him for.

“Is that ice in your coffee?” Michael felt a little chill go up his spine, and it wasn’t from the ice coffee, the sound of a guy with a deep voice and a heavy British accent was able to scare the Irish out of him. He snapped his head over to where he heard the voice, he quickly stood up, his glass of iced coffee still on the ground, that’s when he saw him. Tall, muscular, cold hearted, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley in the flesh. “Ah lieutenant!” Michael glanced down at his glass on the ground then back up at Ghost, “Aye yeah, it appears there is ice in my coffee, indeed.” Michael obviously couldn’t see the other man’s expression behind the skull balaclava he always wore, but Michael had that itching feel he was being heavily judged.

Even if the other was standing still as a tree and emotionless as a rock.

Instead of getting words Michael just received a disapproving head shake as Ghost walked off to god knows where. If it was any other person with a heavy British accent, the Irish man probably would’ve called him a ‘British fuck who was speaking bollocks.’ It happened before.

After that interaction, Michael took notice how he was seeing Ghost around every now and then than he ever did. In the common room, in the mess hall, in armoury, the shooting range, even in the communal showers. Maybe Ghost was just always there and Michael was just too daft to notice him around.

However, as time came and went, Michael was beginning to talk to Ghost more often, even if Ghost didn’t reply or look interested in the conversation, Michael still talked his ear off.

Ghost wanted nothing more than to just close the Irishman’s jaw shut with a wire with how much yapping he did. But for some reason, Ghost could never just tell Michael to shut his mouth and go leave him alone, no, he just let him yap on, even if it was him talking about how disgusting the communal showers were, and they were disgusting.

Over maybe a year later, Michael still hasn’t shut his mouth, but somehow, by a miracle, Ghost actually comments on what Michael had to say. Michael felt accomplished.

Now here we are. Both Michael and Ghost were in armoury, cleaning their guns out for the upcoming mission. The raven haired Irish man was sitting on the floor like he always did, while Ghost was actually sitting on a chair listening to Michael go on about something, waiting for the right moment to intervene and make a comment.

“And I’m surprised my hair isn’t damaged yet with how much I’m dying it, but then again-” “What?” Ghost’s head snapped over to Michael on the floor, interrupting whatever he had to say. “Repeat that?” The masked man stopped what he was doing, but Michael was still cleaning away. “I’m surprised my hair isn’t damaged yet with how much I’m dying it?” The Irish man repeated, but in a question.

“Dying it? You don’t dye your hair.” The Lieutenant just gave the Sargent a look. A look Michael couldn’t read because of the balaclava. The Irish man gave him a small chuckle, turning his head to look up at his Lieutenant. “Oh wait you’re serious?” Michael tilted his head, putting his gun down. “You didn’t know I dyed my hair?”

“Cause you don’t? Black is your natural hair colour..right?” Ghost has never been so confused in his life. No matter how many times he has seen Michael, he always had that same jet black hair that could be spotted from the crowd since most people in the military either had blonde, red and brown hair, weather it was light brown or dark brown, it was certainly couldn’t compare to his black hair. “I have blonde hair..” Michael admitted.

If only Michael could see Ghost’s reaction to that information, but seeing Ghost’s eyes widen with pure shock and seeing the bottom of his mask go down with his jaw was a funny sight.

“You seriously didn’t know?!” Michael smiled in a playful manner, his brows raised in disbelief. “No! I’ve never seen you dye your hair before!” Ghost placed his gun on his lap, still having his eyes widened. “That’s because I do it when everyone’s asleep!” Michael couldn’t help but laugh, one of his arms wrapped around his stomach and the other up to his mouth to try and stifle his laugh, it obviously didn’t work.

“Don’t laugh!” Was that..humour Michael heard? Was his ears deceiving him? Was The Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley having a laugh? This was a moment in history, if only he could record this moment.

“Sorry! But really? You didn’t know?” Michael was able to manage out his words between his laughs. “No!” And for a moment, Michael could see his balaclava around his mouth twitch, as if he was holding back a smile or even a smirk. Yep. Accomplished.

“Gods, whatever! I’m gonna refill my water bottle. Want me to get you one too?” Ghost pointed at Michael’s nearly empty water bottle, the Irish man grabbed the bottle and handed it to Ghost with a smile. This was something Michael noticed in their year of knowing each other, Ghost would do small tasks for him, even if Ghost knew Michael was well able to do them himself. Michael appreciated it though. He watched as Ghost got up and walked out of the armoury room, he still had the smile on his face, he felt his face heat up for a second. He didn’t know why his face heated up, it wasn’t like he was warm or anything- Michael paused, a thought came to his head

“Oh.”

Michael mumbled to himself, a frown soon coming upon his lips, his brows furrowed in realisation as his head lowered to the ground.

“Oh..”

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Irish!M/n because I’m Irish and it’s St Patrick’s day and I think I’m the funniest person on earth

“Bow down to me, all of you.” Was the first thing M/n said when they came in through the door. They earned a look from their fellow teammates, Ghost, Soap and Gaz, and Price was who knows where. M/n sat down on one of the common room couch.

“Who died and made you the ruler of England?” Ghost looked M/n up and down as they sat down, but only earned a look from M/n. “How dare you, you coloniser.”

Ghost was about to look away, but then he looked at them like they just called him every slur known to man. Gaz and Soap stifled a laugh, “Excuse me?!” Ghost sat up straight on the couch, like he was sizing up to m/n. “You’re excused..unlike how your lot excused my people.” Their thick, heavy Irish accent ringing through the air

“Your people?! Who do you think-” Ghost was about to raise his voice at them, but paused when he noticed the small Irish flag on their shirt. He looked over at Soap and Gaz, then back to M/n.

“Mate- It’s St Patty’s day.” Soap mumbled in between small fits of laughter. Soon M/n turned to him, “Paddy’s day, you fiend!” They exclaimed with a fake offended tone. M/n turned back to Ghost, trying to sooth the headache m/n was already causing him, “Gods I forgot you were a leprechaun..” He whispered under his breath, only to get returned with a pillow being thrown at him as if the pillow was some sort of grenade.

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"But you already wrote that trope."

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Everyone deserves to break at least one window in their life

A/n: Reader is Irish because I say so. The football mentioned is BRITISH football😒 Also this is half assed and not proof read because I’m lazy🫶🏼

“WHO THE FUCK BROKE THIS WINDOW?!” A heavy British voice could be heard from inside the base. M/n looked over at Soap and Gaz then back at the window.

“Fuck that you’re on your own.” Gaz held his hands up in surrender, soon walking off and away from sight.

M/n felt the colour drain from his face as Gaz spoke, then turned back to Soap. Soap was slowly backing away but stopped almost instantly when M/n shot him a glare.

“Not dealing with an angry Price by yourself, got it.”

At that, Price’s heavy boots could be heard storming out of the base. In his hand he held a football, his face filled with anger as he stopped in front of m/n and Soap. I stood holding the ball in one hand and his hand on his hip, he didn’t say a word, his face said it all

“Soap did it.”

“I DINNY DE SHAET!”

“Sargents!” Price’s voice boomed as he stared the both of them down. M/n stood up straight, hands behind their back, they felt the wind going through their muted (f/c) tee. Soap followed in M/n actions.

“Either one of yous better own up or so help me God you’re going to do laps until you both collapse. Do you know how much money it is to fix a window these days?! Inflation Sargents! Inflation!”

Price sounded like a damned old man, going on about inflation. M/n blinked, suppressing a laugh. He sounded like their father, always complaining about how expensive the world has gotten.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, soldier.” Price scolded. Yep. Just like m/n dad.

M/n made a quick look over to Soap, he was clearly pissed that they tried to shift the blame over to him. They rolled their eyes back over to Price, his brows slightly raised, demanding an answer.

“Fine..it was me. I’m sorry, I’ll pay for the damages.” M/n finally admitted, he was expecting a harsh punishment, cleaning the entire base, running laps til they collapsed, suspending them from missions but no.

“Oh. Nevermind then.” Price tone shifted. A big bad angry one to a soft understanding one.

“What..?” M/n tilted their head in confusion and relaxed their shoulders. “I said nevermind. You haven’t broken a window yet.” Price replied, kicking the ball back to m/n with his foot. M/n has never been so confused in his life, what the hell did he mean by that?

“Ohhh I get it now.” Soap’s Scottish accent rang through m/n ears, they turned back over to Soap, confusion writing all over their face. “We git wan chance to do damage anythin’ on te base withou’ Capt’ getting mad, Gaz, Ghost and I ‘ready had our share.” They nodded their head in understanding.

“God you’re so Scottish.”

“AYE! DONT SAE ANYTHIN’ YE IRISH BASTARD!”

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Dad

Price: just leave the paper work on my desk when you’re done. Nice work.

M!reader: Good. Thanks Dad.

Price turned around to face M!reader, as well as the rest of the team

M!reader: ..why is everyone staring at me?

Ghost: You just called Captain Price “Dad”. You said “Thanks dad”.

M!reader: What, no I didn’t? I said “Thanks man.”

Price: so you see me as I father figure m!reader?

M!reader: No! If anything I see you as a bother figure cause you’re always bothering me.

Soap: Hey! Show your father some respect!

M!reader: I didn’t call him dad!

Price: oh no no no m!reader..I take it as a compliment.

Gaz: You just called Captain Price ‘Daddy.’

M!reader: hey Daddy is not on the table here.

Graves: but you did call him dad dude.

M!reader: you shut up, you’ve done nothing but lie since you got here.

Graves: alright alright I was lying about not helping Shepherd. But the dad thing? That happened.

M!reader: Aha! He admitted he was helping him. It was all a trap. All part of my..crazy and devious plan.

Price: I believe you.

M!reader: thank you.

Price: ..son. You wanna talk about it later over a..game of catch?

M!reader: ..I’d like that.

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Iced Coffee

Simon Riley x male!reader

You always liked coffee, all sorts. You mainly liked ice coffee, you weren’t sure why; maybe it was because you thought it was fancy looking.

One winters day in January it started snowing. Your boss texted you to work in from home, you were happy with that. You were down stairs when you received the text, you may as well make a coffee since you were up. Recently you found an ice coffee pack when you went last shopping with your husband, Simon.

You wanted to try it specifically that morning. As you were making your coffee you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist, it was your husband, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. “You not workin’ from home, bloody baltic outside?” His morning voice was deep and groggy.

“Well I only got the text saying I was working from home.” You pointed at your outfit. You had your work shirt on yet you still had your pj bottoms on. Simon nuzzled his face in your neck, the smell of coffee wafted into his nose. When he looked down and saw ice in the glass that was containing your coffee he gave you a look

You didn’t know what kind of look,

But it was certainly a judgy one.

“What are you doing, love?” He asked just staring at the coffee below him. “Making coffee, like I do every morning, why?”

“No, why are you putting ice..in your coffee..in the dead middle of winter?” His eyes flicked from you, to the coffee, to the snow that was falling outside.

You only shrug your shoulders and took the cup to your lips and drank it.

Your husband stared at you in disbelief when you drank it. He kissed your temple when you placed the glass down and let go of you to put the kettle on for himself. “You’re going to get cold, you bloody lunatic.” He joked with a smile. “My husband is a bloody lunatic.” He said shaking his head with a smile, you kissed him on the lips as he leaned on the counter top, your cold lips touching his.

When you both pulled away he clicked his tongue, “I’m telling you this right now, your lips feel like the Artic.” He joked, he took your cheeks in his calloused hands and pecked your lips multiple times before letting go. “Yet you still want to kiss me?” You brought the glass back up to your lips again.

“Always.” He says as he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles with a smirk plastered on his lips.

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Sleepy!Reader who can’t sleep without a weighted blanket so when it’s in the wash Ghost lies on top of them so they can sleep.

Sleepy!Reader who gets tired after missions and struggles to stay awake for briefings.

Sleepy!Reader who’ll purposely fall asleep on the couch just so Ghost can carry them to their bedroom.

Sleepy!Reader who sometimes talks in their sleep and Ghost finds it so adorable how they want to kick batman’s ass cause he stole their fro-yo.

Sleepy!Reader who moves a lot in their sleep when they have the bed to themselves but stays completely still when Ghost cuddles with them.

Sleepy!Reader who has nightmares and will curl up next to Ghost for comfort.

Insomniac!Ghost who always sleeps better with reader in his arms.

Insomniac!Ghost who caresses readers sleeping face and he can feel his heart beat in his chest while listening to their light snores and a soft smile comes to his face.

Insomniac!Ghost who’s warmer than a radiator and Sleepy!Reader who’s colder than the artic will cuddle with each other for the heat/cold.

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!Call of Duty MWlll spoilers!

I’m listening to music so listen to “something in the orange” by Zach Bryan and think of the scene where Gaz, Ghost and Price releasing Soaps ashes and then the line “Something in the orange tell me you’re not coming home”

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Ghost looked over at his boyfriend. A soft smile came upon his face

“Do you think we’re soulmates in every-“

He began to speak

“WE’RE SOULMATES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!”

He got cut off by his excited, Golden Retriever, boyfriend faced him with a smile, mouth agape.

“I hope so, love.” Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. Saying he hopes that the annoying, ball of sunshine who always distracts him from his work, is his soulmate in every reality

Un fucking believable. He actually loved you that much

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Shipping securitywaiter is like the equivalent of being a little kid who plays with dolls, making your monster high Frankie doll date your brother's John Cena action figure and I love everything about it.

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My friend just called SecurityWaiter "mess" and "nike". how will I ever recover from this

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No because everyday I’m in math class, I look out the door waiting for a dragon or demon to come and attack the school and no one knows what to do then it turns out I have super powers and I save everyone. When’s it my turn to be a badass😒

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nothing will compare to what I felt when I heard burr sing "and me? I'm the damn fool that shot him." literally in the first song of the musical because I did not know shit about american history

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Lin-Manuel Miranda should really write a Hamilton musical sequel about Aaron Burr's attempted insurrection to take over Texas and form his own nation state I feel like that'd be a bangin' musical

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Ninja as stickers I found on redbubble (3/8): Kai

[Jay] [Lloyd] [Sora]

Credits below the cut:

Vehicular manslaughter- Web Apparel

Unsupervised- Chestify

Your mom- Alanxshby

Golira- Mmeatloaf

Fear- Chaoticcaprisun

Polite or heterosexual- Hugsnguineapigs

Kenough- SIR13

Hot girls- Pancakesandeggs

Email- Dino Mike

Idiot- Artmoji