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Had a situation where I had to stand up from my wheelchair and a random lady yelled 'oh you dont need that wheelchair, faker!' like dynamic disabilities don't exist

Ghost

Ghost would turn around slowly, after helping you in the car, just staring with furrowed brows

The lady was already sweating bullets cause why hadnt she clocked the behemoth of a man coming round the car?!?

And in that dark, gravel filled voice he'd say "wot? want some dislocated joints to feel a fraction of their pain?" while cracking his knuckles

Price

The lady turns her nose up and mumbles something about charity cases and how you dont have it that bad

Hed fold up your wheelchair, showcasing how easily he can handle it, muscles bulging

Price would look up from helping you, not even turning around really "you want to repeat yourself, lady?"

Soap

The woman sneered something about belonging in a care facility when needing that much help and you ducked your head

He would whip around so fast after helping you in the car

When you help someone out of a wheelchair and into a car you seem smaller just from bending over and all that

The fright that lady got will live rent free in your head

He would stand back up to his full height and squares his shoulders, cocking his head "you wanna be in a position where you need even more help, miss? No? Then mind your own fucking business"

Gaz

"Oh yeah? That wheelchairs just for pity. They need god and willpower"

He stabilized you the few steps to the car and shut the door for you before turning to the woman

He would say it while folding your wheelchair, just looking casual to passersby "if you dont want to meet hell on earth I'd advise you to keep your opinions to yourself"

He'd make no scene but that icy glare of his would haunt that ladys nightmares for weeks to come

All of them would grumble the whole way home, having a hand on your thigh and kneading softly. If its to sooth you or themselves you don't know but it works either way.

People like that will always feel the need to comment on things they don't know enough but it's easier to not let them get to you with your man by your side.

And when the bad thoughts get too heavy? They're there to lighten the burden on you but you'll never be one to them

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Both Johnny and you had horrendous sleep schedules. He stayed up most nights watching reruns of football matches he'd missed while deployed and playing games through the night, knowing he'd need to be back on base in 5 hours. On the other hand, you were on graveyard shifts ; 12 hours of watching patients and praying they stayed asleep throughout the night.

Johnny hated this schedule. By the time he was unwinding, you were off to work, and not to mention when he'd return at odd hours from missions. The flat you shared eerily quiet compared to his companions despite the time he'd return, with you gone or asleep.

It had been a month since the two of you could have a weekend to yourself. Your eyes were tired as you launched yourself onto the couch as you finished your last shift for the week. Body sore from walking, Johnny sat beside you, his calloused hands slowly finding those tight muscles you despised so much.

"Poor lamb," his voice cooed as you melted in his hands.

He watched as you slipped in and out of sleep on the couch, the TV still blaring some football matches still, and yet you were content for a moment.

So he cuddled up. He didn't care that the bed was just a few steps away, just that he had you in his arms for once.

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I’m thinking about Price who thickens up and softens a bit after marrying you. He still has his missions, his long days in the office, and his brutal hours of training his body. But he eats your meals every morning, fresh so you both could at least have some time together. Every night you pack his lunch for him, making sure he has everything he needs for his many hours at work. And when he comes home in the evening, you always have a plate for him and you at the table, hot and heaping with food. It’s only right that he eats everything his wife cooks for him.

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Still nursing a headache plus super busy getting ready for a road trip here in about a week (busy busy busy!) so have something inspired by my deepest desires

Any CoD man x Smaller! Reader, sfw I swear

Imagining being quite a bit smaller than him, to the point that just one of his hands spans almost the entirety of your upper back

Whenever his hand rests on your hip, his finger tips brush against your bellybutton and his thumb strokes close to your spine. Its what gives him the idea in the first place.

You're laid down on the rug in his living room, the bulk of him straddling the backs of your thighs as you lay on your stomach, shirt tossed somewhere to the side. He oils his hands, then places his palms either side of your spine and ever so gently uses his thumbs to press

With several rapid satisfying pops that he can hear, you melt into the floor with a sigh of bliss as he gently cracks your spine, getting rid of all that built up tension you'd been complaining about for weeks

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What if you had a cat named Ghost, and you worked on base and were generally aware of the person Ghost, but he’s just Lieutenant Riley to you, so you don’t make the connection when you're rambling about your cat.

“Oh, yeah, Ghost is a little stinky boy, but he’s my baby.”

“I couldn’t get up for an hour because Ghost was sitting on me, and I didn’t want to disturb him.”

“Ghost pretends he doesn’t like cuddling, but if I ignore him for even just a little bit, he always comes to snuggle up on me and—did you need something, Lieutenant Riley? You're not interrupting anything, I was just telling the sergeants here about my cat.”

Human Ghost, who looms behind Soap and Gaz, was tracking down the source of a curious rumor. He’s also familiar with who you are but has never had any significant interaction with you. After a quick assessment, though, he decides there’s no need to quell the rumors that the two of you are together. He’ll just make them true.

(And what you get out of this is a big stinky boy to go along with your little stinker, where both are your babies. When you start occasionally also referring to Simon as Ghost, no one can ever tell if you're talking about your boyfriend or your cat.)

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first encounter ( + headcanon they use guns sometimes, especially jack. jeff perfers the knife but uses a pistol when needed.)

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they all had different theories

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HVAC repair guy is pretty cute I DUNNO

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HES SO CUTE I WANNA 💥💥💥💥

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Jean Loo. Dressed to the nines

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Johnny teaches Simon how to post on YouTube. All he posts are videos of him cleaning his guns or sharpening his knives. Randomly showing off a pretty rock he found on an assignment.

He just films it on his phone, a grainy image of the weapon and his hands, sometimes gloved, sometimes skin, meticulously working on the weapon. Thick, deft fingers, and veiny, tattooed arms accompanied by his voice, deep and gruff.

He can’t figure out why the hell most of his comments are people who have the hots for him when he hasn’t even shown his face.

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hey wouldn’t it be funny if reader was worse at driving than ghost? we know he’s like bad but what if reader is bad BAD like

on a mission, picking up kyle and simon on a sub type car and you press on the gas to run away from the enemies and then after some driving on a straight road, simon says to turn left

and what do you do? you do that thing with the two L’s on your hands to see which one is left and you obviously have no hands on the wheel and simon YELLS at you “what the FUCK are you doing?!” and from his passenger side leans in and grabs the wheel so you don’t hit a damn wall

meanwhile kyle is holding on for dear life to the seats and you can hear him sort of praying under his breath

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and I always said that

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LISTEN-

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I romanced them so fucking fast

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I am absolutely in love with your art style, if you're still taking keychain request could I suggest my boy parker?

obsessed with whatever is wrong with him