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What about my dreams Ghost?

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“You can be on my team any day”

- Konig, 2023

Ain’t have to tell me twice

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Update!

Currently working on the three first chapters of my series! It’s getting there 😀

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Soldiers Ballad

I found the title of my series! Officially going with a Konig, Keegan, Ghost, Nikto and Krueger fic. I’m just waiting for Ao3 to allow me to make an account. Gonna have various types of smut, something like Konig and Ghost smut because we need more of that tbh. The obvious poly smut, some with all characters and others with only a few.

Main plot is going to be about a female merc recruited to join in on an operation against generic bad guy. She meets the gang, they get possessive quick, they fuck. I’m absolutely terrible with endings so I might just stop writing when I run out of generic bad guys to kill. If anyone has requests, like a smut chapter idea or other, I’m all ears.

Every chapter update will be posted on Tumblr, already have a tag list going. Hope you have a great day :)

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Babe wake up, new ghost skin just dropped

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Thoughts pt.2

I’ve been thinking about my last thoughts post and I was thinking to add/switch some of characters. At this point I might as well call it “Mask Task Force” or something…

I need opinions before I go to overboard, so would anyone be interested in:

Spectre (from BO3 & BO4)

Frost (from MW3)

Horangi

Also, should I get rid of some of the original characters I was going for?

Recap:

Ghost

Keegan

Konig

Krueger

Nikto

Any character request are welcome, I’ll make another update post when I make up my mind lol.

This story is going to be wild so I’ll be posting the chapters on Ao3 to simplify things and announce chapter updates on here.

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Blame devs, not artist. That keep my sanity in check.

Hey there! I rly love ur art n respect you as an artist, but you getting so into CoD has been kinda worrying me recently. I enjoy the comics you’ve made with the characters, the ships are fun and easily able to be invested in, but it’s also worrying because it’s actively getting people into a game n franchise that is military propaganda. And ik that’s intense n you’ve probably seen this stuff or r aware of it and this just seems like something to brush off, but like just please be aware you are creating military propaganda n promoting it via queer art and stories, and that causes active harm and further indoctrination. Even if you are aware of that you are still making it. Ik I can’t just stop an interest I get why it’s an interest, I just would really like if you took a step back and looked at what you want to be doing with your work and what your work is saying when you are depicting characters actively taking part in imperialist war action as just fun n queer n sexy. This is a thread on here with further articles and info ab the military’s involvement and intent for CoD as a psyop. https://at.tumblr.com/egirl-vrissy/us-army-planned-to-pay-streamers-millions-to/ge69yw6kom92 I’ve seen things like this popping up with a lot of queer artists and it feels like a big issue to me.

hi anon. you're right, I am aware that Call of Duty is very obviously military propaganda. It's sort of the reason why I still don't know anything about the actual game of Modern Warfare 2, and essentially use it as an overly narrative-driven porn backdrop. I completely understand you're coming from a sincerely concerned place, but I also don't completely agree with the stance that people who create fan-content that is clearly irreverent of the overly-masculine power fantasy that Call of Duty sells should be held responsible for adding disclaimers about the military industrial complex.

It's why all the content I've drawn for my comics is largely self contained and in the only 'mission' that I've included in the story, enemies are faceless, masked drones. which you might say may contribute to the military perspective that it's us against them, but I've seen how these war games demonise middle eastern people into cliche enemies and I thought putting them all in masks and making them out to basically be Enemy A, B and C would be a better option. Personally, I've genuinely tried my best to not romanticise the 'military' part of these characters at all. The stuff I make with them is purposefully engineered to focus on the personalities and inter-personal dynamics of these characters - their jobs are basically party city costumes I put them in.

I really really hope this doesn't come off as defensive. God knows the last thing I'd ever want to do is make you feel bad about bringing this up because it's a good thing to be concerned about. But I earnestly believe this fandom space is a far far cry from reality. I...sort of see it like the mafia trope in fandom space. The mafia still exist! It's present in communities in really negative ways. But the way that people in fandom use it as a trope is comedically detached from reality. It's tropey, it's a fanfiction setting, it's an excuse for found family dynamics and putting people in suits. And I don't really think that mafia aus are causing people to chomp at the bit to join their nearest suit-wearing crime syndicate?

I agree that people who might be consuming my content may be swayed to see things in a certain light but I really do need to emphasise - it's all fictional. The military is a behemoth monstrosity of violence conducted on an international scale, and I sincerely hope that what I've done in my time in the fandom is generally seen as what it is - mashing characters together like barbies, and nothing even close to admiration for their source material.

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Thoughts?

I need peoples opinion on a multi chapter story idea I have. It would be a long one to write down and might take a couple months to complete, but I would try to release chapters as fast as possible. I just want to know if anyone would be interested in actually reading it.

Cast:

Ghost

Konig

Keegan

Krueger

Nikto

Insane cast, I know, I’m ambitious. Why these characters? Mask kink. Why 5? Well… the female anatomy has three fuckable holes and two hands… for the most part. Smut? Hell yeah, need to feed my crippling loneliness somehow. Yes this will be a slow burn, poly fic because fuck you I said so (you’re lovely, sorry ;-; )

This story will be written from the main females perspective, don’t know if I want to make a kick OC or just have it set to y/n. Main character would be a hired merc, my sanity prevents me from writing these characters in a domestic environment. 5 killing machines socializing like normal human beings? Can’t bring myself to believe that’s possible. Comments? Ideas? Anything is welcome.

Also can we talk about the DMZ bots? They can revive themselves!!! Like, down one and wait for another to just show up and they’ll pat each other on the back. Wtf?!? “Oh you got shot? Let me just pat you, you’ll be fine brother” headass. I hate them, with a passion. They just make my life a living hell.

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Lol’s shorts #2

Ghosts and jokes

Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!reader

Ghost doesn’t laugh, doesn’t smile (probably) and is really really difficult to talk to. But his presence is comforting, so you find yourself seeking the stability he offers everyday. You just watch him mostly, always trying (and failing) at starting a conversation with him. He might find you annoying but doesn’t say anything as you persist, looking insane as you mostly talk to yourself.

“Ghost, why do you use doors?” Its a simple yet dumb question. At first, Ghost doesn’t really know what you’re trying to get at. His gaze shifts to yours while he sets down the gun parts he’s been cleaning. Eyebrows frowned from confusion.

“Because that’s how I get into room’s?” he says, nonchalantly. He’s curious, hopeful this isn’t just some shitty joke. A huge grin appears on your face, shattering his hope.

“So you can’t walk through walls? You aren’t a real ghost! Scandalous!” An exaggeration gasp had left your lips between the two sentences, implying that you were teasing him. Ghost just rolled his eyes and sighed before going back to his gun.

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Pretty Boy Toy

Sub!Konig x gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, no plot just smut, short and steamy? YES, just smut, overstimulated Konig, restrained Konig, reader being a tease, begging, whimpering, orgasm denial, dominant reader, no mask, evil reader I guess, Konig patience training >:)

Konig means king for anyone not aware yet.

The king is in chains >:) King in chains!! Hear him whine >:)

He’s such a good boy, laying there fully erect and bond to the bed. Little whimpers and cries would escape his lips every now and then. Konig looks so beautiful stretched out like this, fully naked with his limbs spread starfish style. You could see a clear layer of sweat covering his lovely body. So provocative, so delicious, an open invitation to lick up his abs and tease a nipple.

The noises he makes just gives you more resolve to keep going. You’ve been teasing him for what feels like days, denying him every orgasm like the cruel saint you are. He’s overstimulated, that’s been obvious for a while. Precum spread on his length along with your saliva from the time you had him in your mouth. This marvellous king didn’t know patience, so you were drilling it into his head. Every time he would buck against you or grind for extra friction, a tisk sound would come from you and you would immediately pull away.

“You wanna cum sweet king?” It was a question repeated at least 20 times since you started. He knows what your gonna say next, and he’s already begging for you to take pity on him. He’s oh so gorgeous when he whines, that long dick of his always twitches when he makes those sounds. “Now now, you know exactly what you have to do. Learn to be patient and I’ll let you cum wherever you like”

A loud moan escape the tied Austrian, some curses in his native tongue following soon after. It was a small affirmation, you believed, his way of telling you he will be patient this time. He might be too fucked out of his mind to speak English right now, who knows. So you started grinding against his hard erect cock, earning satisfaction from the string of moans that escape the chained king. It felt so good seeing this behemoth of a man being reduced to a whimpering mess underneath your touch.

The long erecting started to twitch against your groin, he was close again. Your own orgasm started building up again at the friction his dick was providing. Incoherent strings of German came out of Konig’s lips, groaning and moaning. At least he was following orders… like a good little boy toy. You caressed the muscles on his chest with one hand, feeling them for your own amusement.

“You’re doing so good for me Konig, so beautiful and submissive. You want to cum little king?” The words flew out of your mouth so easily and you watched with amusement as he struggled to stay still. It took him a while to process his response, trying to say it between loud moans. He ended up just nodding profusely, making you chuckle.

You moved the hand that was on his chest to his cock, grinding on one side and rubbing your palm against the other side. Tears rolled down the king’s cheek’s, your pace picking up speed. It didn’t take long before Konig was screaming out for you and shooting strings of cum unto your face and his chest. His breath was all over the place, acting like he forgot how to breath. He look so beautiful, mouth open but no sound coming from him, his own seed glistening on his chest. What a lovely king you have, spread under you. Such an arousing sight.

Such a pretty little boy toy.

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Dirty, filthy fun

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, nsfw, p in v sex, unprotected sex, wall sex, ‘princess’ pet name, mask stays on, thigh fucking, fingering, slight orgasm denial

Part 2 of 2: smut! Part 1 here

No use of y/n

Loosely follows the events of the ‘Alone’ mission. Reader’s vacation was ruined by Shadow Company going on a genocidal rampage :( But fear not dear reader! Mr Ghost is here to make it better ;P

A/N: First time using Tumblr to post stories and using mobile to write this. First time writing smut so I’m taking inspiration from other authors.

A few weeks had passed by since I first met Ghost. Trust me when I say this, a lot has happened in those few weeks. In that time, I received a crash course to bring me up to speed. It include anything and everything I needed to know about the current situation I was in.

Ghost had met up with Soap that night, and we made it to a safe house outside of town. That’s how I met Rodolfo. He was kind enough to give me the comfortable bed for the first couple days. Soap had gone on a tangent seconds after introducing himself. The Shadow’s had betrayed them, took some of their men hostage and placed them in a heavily fortified prison.

The hatred these men have for Graves is understandable. One night, they left on a mission and I was asked to stay behind. So I was left alone at the safe house to wander. I didn’t mind feeling useless in that situation, I would’ve been a burden if I did go. The mission was successful, but now the house is overcrowded.

I stuck with Ghost the majority of the time. When he was around, that is. He didn’t seem bothered by my presence which encouraged me to stick around. We would make small talk with each other when no one else was around. Ghost doesn’t like to talk about his past… or anything significant to him. I had asked about the mask once… he ignored me when I asked so I didn’t push further.

Gaz and Price are part of the same task force as Ghost and Soap. At least that’s what I heard. Price was definitely a father figure to the rest of them. It was quite fun hanging out with all of them and hear them banter with each other.

Together, along with the Mexican Special forces, they successfully raided their previous base and took control again. Soap had to fight of a tank that Graves was driving. He does not shut up about that, whilst Ghost didn’t talk about the mission at all.

A party was held that night to celebrate the team’s success. Drinking and loud laughter was involved. Ghost had wandered off almost immediately to a more secluded part of the base. I followed of course, couldn’t leave the big man alone after such a day. He seemed surprised when I walked into his space that night. We decided to go on a walk outside and marvel at the beautiful sky over Las Alma’s.

Price had filled me in on their plan the next day and how they will get me back on American soil unharmed. They were heading to Chicago… presumably to kill someone. I hadn’t asked what the mission was about, to worried about leaving Ghost. We became close friends in the limited time we knew one another. It was weird, but I loved being in his presence.

“I’m going to miss you” Ghost and I took up a room in the base, far away from anyone else. I had dragged him here to talk and he was kind enough to oblige. Today was the last day before we moved out. I would miss Ghost the most, I hated the idea of never seeing him again.

“You’ll manage without me” came his gravely voice. It was deep, music to my ears and, with the accent, it made my knees weak. It was fair to say I gathered quite the attraction to Ghost in the limited time we’ve know each other. I would think of him at night, my hand between my legs and recall the night we met.

My fantasies were varied when it comes to Ghost. Dreaming of him fucking me against a wall was my favourite. I guess it had something to do with how we met, I could never forget the way he held me back then. Sometimes, I imagined riding him until we are both a moaning mess of sweat and pleasure. If I ever were to hear him moan, I swear I would go insane.

“I don’t think I can go back to living my life like before. Now that I’ve met you, I don’t want to leave your side. I… I like you… a lot.” My eyes dropped to stare at the floor, scared to see his reaction to my confession. Nervousness flooded my veins, I started picking at my nails to remain sane. I could feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment, I could feel his stare.

My thoughts drifted back to the night we met. How he had me pinned to a wall faster then my mind could process his presence. I wanted it to happen again, just under different circumstances. What would he look like without his gear on? What would he feel like?

My back was pressed to the wall behind me, my breath hitched in anticipation. He was there, giving me exactly what I wanted. Our close proximity was euphoric, the feel of his breath on my face was all I could focus on. I closed my eyes, memorizing the feel of his body pressed against mine.

“Is this really what you want? For me to fuck you against this wall? Have you moaning out my name over and over again? I can do that for you princess. Tell me” he said, using his hand to tilt my head up to meet his gaze. Eyes flared with lust stared into mine, I felt trapped in the best way possible. He was like a beast, ready to rip me apart and fill me with pleasure.

“Yes… yes I want you to make me scream”

My voice was uneven, trembling with anticipation. Ghost, the beast of a man I have learned to adore, took in a long breath. Staring at me with hooded eyes, his hands landed on my waist first. The heat they brought with them was so delicious, I was getting addicted to it. I took hold of his hands and guided them beneath my shirt.

In seconds, he had my shirt off and his hands were slowly tracing the exposed skin of my waist. His touch was gentle, like he was memorizing the softness of my body. For someone who believes he can’t be soft, Ghost definitely fits the soft lover type… at least for now. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his adventurist hands, leading a way downwards. This softness of his is amazing, but my patience was running thin. I wanted his cock, balls deep in me now, fucking me against the wall like in my fantasy. I want to scream his name for the base to hear.

So I took matter’s in my own hands, shoving my pants down along with my drenched panties, bra following soon after. Ghost had backed away from me, heavy gaze drifting over my body. “Beautiful” escaped his lips before his eyes snapped back to mine. He held my gaze as he started to strip as well. “A little eager are we princess?” he teased, shirt discarded to the floor. A quiet chuckle followed his words, flowing through his mask. I wonder if he will let me see his face?

His warmth filled my personal space once more, his hard muscles pressed against my soft breasts. Our breaths mingled together, adding to the euphoria. My mind couldn’t believe this handsome man agreed to this. I could feel his arousal pressing against my stomach. Tall fucker, he is. Firm and muscular as well. Fuck… he’s perfect.

“Tell me what you want princess”

“I want you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow”

That’s all I had to say to make him go feral. He gripped my waist, forcing me into the wall. His head dipped to rest on my shoulder as he spread my legs apart with his knee. His still clothed knee, which was soaking up my arousal. I couldn’t help but grind against it, feeding my growing need. A sigh escaped my lips at the pleasure caused by such a simple action.

One of Ghost’s hands slipped from my waist, going for my sensitive clit. The small pressure he applied had me moaning loudly. My hips bucked against his hand, craving the friction. I could feel the drenched fabric under me. The feeling was exquisite and I never wanted it to end. My head tilted back against the wall as I closed my eyes, only focusing on the back and forth movement of my pussy against Ghost’s thigh while he played with my sensitive nub.

“Bloody hell, you’re so wet for me” he whispered in my ear, making a whimpering moan escape my lips. His grip on my waist stilled my attempts to breed with his leg. I let a whimper escape, un-pleased by the sudden loss of friction. Before I could utter a word, his fingers were at my entrance, pushing in and giving me another wave of pleasure.

“Fuck… Ghost…” I didn’t know what I was trying to say, just wanted him to keep going. A chuckle came from him while his fingers reached deeper. Wet sounds emitted from my hole, his fingers moving in and out at a slow pace. I became a moaning mess in seconds. He was skilled with his hands, that was for sure. A pressure started building in my stomach, thoughts going numb. His fingers picked up speed and hit a spot I didn’t know existed.

“Fuck yes! Yes! Ghost!” I couldn’t help but moan out his name from the pleasure he was giving me. His fingers drove in and out at an ungodly speed, fucking me closer to my orgasm. “So close! Fuck!” My legs turned to jelly, my arms flinging themselves around Ghost so I could hold on for dear life. I was close to heaven, so close… then he stopped.

It was like he knew I was about to go over the edge, touch nirvana and be filled with pleasure. I couldn’t believe it, what the fuck? My mind was still fussy when I realized what Ghost was up too. He had me firmly pressed against the wall, my legs still parted by force. But he also had his cock in his hand, using my juices to lube himself nicely.

I barely had time to admire his length before it disappeared from view. His dick was at my entrance in seconds, stretching me perfectly. A loud cry of his name left my throat while he slowly pushed in. He felt so good, filling my insides just right. It felt so right being held like this and fucked against a wall.

“Fuck, you’re tight princess” Ghost whispered, slightly out of breath. He started moving immediately after, slowly pushing in and out. We both groaned in unison, enjoying the shared pleasure each other gives. The feeling of Ghost between my legs had me clinging to him for dear life. My nails dug into his back, almost drawing blood.

A loud moan escaped Ghost, making a shiver run down my spine. The sound bounced off the walls as I memorized his beauty. His pace quickened as tears started forming in my eyes. The wall made it impossible to arch my back the way I wanted it too, but Ghost was already hitting that sweet spot without my help. My previously denied orgasm came back full force, pressure building once again.

“Fuck! Ghost… I’m gonna c…”

“Simon”

His voice cut through my sentence. I couldn’t quite make out what it meant. The rhythmic sway of his thrust started to fall apart. He was close too, I could feel it.

“My name is Simon, princess” He said between breaths, a moan following soon after. We were moments away from reaching our tipping points and I couldn’t be happier that he entrusted me with his real name. Simon, what a beautiful name.

“Simon!” A loud cry of euphoria soon follow the name of the man before me. It hit like a freight train, my body thoroughly enjoying the release he gave me. Simon soon followed me over the edge, coating my insides with thick ropes of his seed. In that moment, everything was perfect. I forgot about the last couple weeks, I forgot about the stress.

My body was numb, I would be on the ground if it weren’t for Ghost. We stood still, both trying to catch our breath’s before doing anything else. There was an unspoken truth shared between us, it was the best sex either of us had in a long time.

I would happily give my life away if it meant I could stay with Ghost and do this again.

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Lol’s shorts #1

Control

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Dom!Reader

Here you are, yet again. Called in to another military base to provide better intelligence tactics. See, you were one of the smartest people on the planet. So smart, a collection of governments were too scared to leave you roaming the earth.

In the beginning, you didn’t like the sounds of it. There was always someone keeping an eye on you, even in a harmless coffee shop. But it does have its perks. No one can harm you, no one can harass you, unless they want an army of security fall on their neck. This little bump in your regular schedule did become annoying, that’s when you had had enough.

Now, you are called in to military base all across the globe to aid units. The major part of the deal is you need to give them an adequate reading on their enemies future plans. For someone like you, reading people base on what little information you have was a walk in the park. Hell, you did it subconsciously and it freaked people out. Even with lines of redacted black lines covering a paragraph of text, you still gave them accurate information. That’s why you were important, that’s why you aren’t afraid of anything.

You’ve been doing this for years. Aiding in operations all over the world. Intellectual power house is what you are. You have saved so many lives by just being you, downside is it took a toll on your emotional health. Reading all the awfulness, meeting people just to forget they exist days later. It made you stoic, unfazed by small talk or whispered comments. To you, the rest of the population became obsolete, just a sea of faces that you could never connect with.

This time around, you where called in to the British land governed by people with superiority complexes. The unit you had limited time to interact with was chasing a Russian terrorist with a wide array of bombs. Meh, what’s new?

You quickly red through his file while walking through the numb hallways of this new base. Name was Makarov, born in blah blah blah… couldn’t terrorist be a little more interesting?

Closing the folder after having enough of reading the acts of terror, you pushed the door to the briefing room. Heads snap to take a good look at you. Having done this a hundred times, you are unfazed by the judgement hidden behind their features. You stand in a corner, taking quick glances at the people in the room, expression unchanging. The speaker started up his speech again, going over details of their next mission.

A tall body caught my attention. Skull mask on his face, deep pits of judgement for eyes. You’ve seen this type of man before. Always the quietest, always ready to defend their unit from the new person. Relaxed, in control of the situation, that’s what his posture suggested, but his eyes revealed something else. He wanted to know more about me, the distrust in his eyes was clear as day. Control was something he liked a lot, obvious by his reaction to you.

It only took you 5 seconds to come up with a plan to mess with him. You’re purpose for it? Having a little fun with the uptight giant.

You made your move after having a staring contest with him for a good 7 minutes. He shifted immediately, turning his body towards you, arms crossing over his chest. The usual posture for maximum intimidating. How nice.

He was staring daggers at you, which you completely ignored. This isn’t the first time you deal with this kind of soldier and you want to teach him a lesson on who’s boss around here. You have to look up at him because of his height, but your plain expression is already getting to him. You stop in front of him, inches between your chest and his still crossed arms.

The room became silent, finally catching on. The tension was palpable and you thrived in it. Skull mask narrowed his eyes at you, finally realizing the slow shift in power.

“The hell’s happening over there” a voice broke the silence. It wasn’t skull face, it wasn’t your skull face that said that.

Control. That was the name of the game here. He didn’t want to give you control of this situation, he didn’t want to lose control in front of his team. You could practically read his mind in this moment and it was thrilling. Thoughts were speeding through his head, trying to find the best way to deal with you.

A sickly smile spread your lips. Seeing him slowly lose his mind at your very simple actions. You knew he couldn’t push you away, you knew he couldn’t overreact because then he would lose control.

“Ghost? Everything alright mate?” Another voice interjected. You took note of the impatient undertone of the voice. It was time to make another move before the other beings in this room intervened.

You lifted your arm, skull dudes eyes tracking your movements. Slowly, your hand spread over the plastic of the mask covering his cheeks. He didn’t move, still trying to have control of the situation. You were having the time of your life, slowly tilting his head from side to side as you feigned a fake sense of interest.

It was time for the last nail, to seal the figurative coffin you’ve been building all this time. You pulled his head to the side and brought it closer to your face. Your breath slowly fanned over his ear, your mouth so close to his ear he could hear your breathing.

“You’re mine now”

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Skulls and Chaos

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, nsfw, description of gore

Part 1 of 2: smut in next part (link here)

No use of y/n

Loosely follows the events of the ‘Alone’ mission. Reader’s vacation was ruined by Shadow Company going on a genocidal rampage :( But fear not dear reader! Mr Ghost is here to make it better ;P

A/N: First time using Tumblr to post stories and using mobile to write this. Apologies for bad grammar, it’s been a while, and I have no idea what to tag for this story. Story inspiration comes from a post by @fanficsforfun so here’s my twist on it.

Chaos.

The streets of Las Almas could be described using only one word. Chaos…

Usually, at this time of night, children would be asleep, lovers back in their homes and just a set few would be enjoying the dreamy sight of stars littering the night sky. It is truly a beautiful place to visit, if you can ignore the cartel’s presence that is. The cartel is known for being violent… but this… this was different. This wasn’t the cartel.

The screams and cries of children and parents echoed through the city. Gunfire sounded off at irregular intervals, surrounding me in fear. I had abandoned my hotel room when the screams first started, trying to find my way out in this maze of a city. The first dead body I had come across was that of a young boy. A trail of blood, starting from a small hole in his head, ended on the ground in a pool of crimson liquid. At first, I was fear stricken and unable to look away.

My reality felt surreal, a distant nightmare I could escape when my mind decided to end the torture. But no, I wasn’t dreaming, I was wide awake and running for my life. I officially lost count of how many dead bodies I unfortunately came across after seeing an alleyway filled with them. I wanted to cry, to curl up in a ball and forget the world exist. But I couldn’t bring myself to do so.

Exhaustion took over a few minutes ago, leaving me walking through the streets of death alone and on edge. The sound of death still polluted the air, I was trying my best to avoid the gunfire and escape. Easier said then done, trust me. It felt like the chaos was following me, taunting me with thoughts of escape.

And then I heard voices. Must be a sick joke my mind was playing on me. Logically, I knew there was very little chance of finding a living soul, but hope has shimmering at the back of my mind. Maybe these people can help me, maybe they know how to escape. I travelled closer to the orchestra of voices until I noticed something… odd.

They where speaking calmly to one another, acting like this was a pleasant walk instead of hell on earth. It made me uneasy, but something caught my attention. Their accents. Not to different then my own, but definitely a rarity around here. Americans.

I round a corner and there I saw them. All black tactical gear, guns, knives, they looked ready for war. My heart leaped into my throat, a surge of newfound adrenaline propulsed me closer to them. These soldiers most be here to bring an end to this chaos.

“Man, that Ghost guy gives me the creeps” One said, the pack turning their attention to him. They where huddled close together, seemingly enjoying a 10 minute break of freedom before continuing on. A few snickers broke the silence following the soldiers comment.

“It’s only one guy, c’mon he can’t do much against all of us” replied another.

“Don’t forget about the other one” a third chimed in. Their conversation helped keep their attention off of the street corner I was currently stalking. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in eavesdropping on these guys. The more you know, the better right?

“You mean the one that goes by Soap? Ha! What kind of name is that anyways? How can you be scared of a guy like that!”

“An angry Scotsman is not to be trifled with, trust me”

“Man if you get killed by someone named after a cleaning product, no matter what he is, you’ll be a laughing stock in whatever hell we end up in”

“Oh so getting shanked by Ghost is better?”

As far as conversations goes, this might be the worst one I have had the privilege of eavesdropping on. Their arguing… over names? I don’t get it.

“Hey you! We know your there! Come out with your hands in the air and slowly walk towards the middle of the street” yelled on of the soldiers. The command was directed towards my general area and my stomach dropped. Anxiety started prickling through my veins, thoughts racing through my head a mile a second.

Just do as they say, my conscious brain screamed. It’s the only way to survive this nightmare. With that, I made my way towards the middle of the street with my hands up, just like I was told.

“Mind explaining to me what you are doing here ma’am?” asked one of the soldiers. From the looks of things, he seems to be the leader of this rag tag group of men. He’s got the scariest voice of them all, I would say. Sounds like the type of guy you can easily trust, but would stab you in the back if he had too. He didn’t have a gun pointed at me, not yet anyways, but he did have a death grip on his rifle.

“Please, I mean no harm. I was here on vacation and I just want to go back home” I begged.

“You’re American? Odd to see you here. You’ve got ID to prove your story miss?” His grip on his rifle loosened and his posture reflected that of a calm man. I started searching through my small purse, searching for the requested object.

The moments leading often where a blur. Adrenaline had left my system, leaving me tired and emotional. I remember giving my ID to the man, which I now know goes by Graves. Something in him changed, going from the on edge soldier to overprotective best friend. One of his men was ordered to strip off his armor plate and give it to me. A jacket was placed over my shoulder, a signet stitched on the jacket sleeves. I was told it was their company’s logo… Shadow company.

Graves had me follow a couple of his men out of the city to safer location. They where ordered to protect me with their lives. I felt safe, like really safe. Here I was, following three armed men, tasked with protecting me, out of this city of nightmares and closer to my warm bed back home. Currently, our small group was engaged in conversation. The topic? Well…

“These guys don’t play around. All this death? They caused it. We don’t know why, but we’re tasked with hunting them down” specified one of my bodyguards.

“Specifically that Ghost guy. He has this weird mask thing he wears all the time. It’s like a skull and it covers most of his face. Scary fucker” another added.

I hear admiration when they describe this guy, that and fear. My gut tells me there is more they are keeping from me. Part of me couldn’t give two shits, but another was curious.

Fwoosh

My brain froze, my body stopped moving. The world shifted, the quiet chatter turned into loud commands I couldn’t make out. I saw red. Blood red. This time not painted on walls or flowing down the cheeks of children. This time, I saw it spray out of the neck of one of my new friends. A blade had materialized out of thin air, implanting itself into the soldiers neck.

His body made a sickening sound as it hit the ground. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, but fear stricken as I was, I could only watch. Watch as the other two had knives plunged into their throats like the first. Watch as lifeless bodies hit the floor.

My body moves, but not because I ordered it to do so. The colours shift into each other, sky and ground blurring together. It only last a couple seconds, but has an everlasting effect on me. Slowly, my senses come back to me and I realize something is very very wrong.

It’s him.

It’s the man with the skull face mask.

It’s Ghost.

He’s the first thing I see when my vision finally focuses. I’m to unfocused to realize what’s going on, but I can feel a wall behind me. His eyes are staring into mine, hands holding me tightly to the wall behind me. I can feel the heat radiating of his body and I can’t help but feel attracted to it.

That’s when I realize he’s shouting at me, but I’m having a hard time making out what he’s saying. I feel trapped, unable to move, forced to keep eye contact with this dangerous killer. His eyes are mesmerizing. I can’t look away, I can’t focus on anything other then his eyes.

“Tell me where Graves is and I promise to give you a quick death”

His words still sounded unclear, but the anger rolling off of them helped snap me out of my daze. This is the killer the soldiers were talking about, the dead soldiers. He killed them… just like he killed everyone else. Fear gripped my soul, my fight or flight instincts finally kicking in. I started trashing about, trying to loosen his hold on me. The wall of pure muscle in front of me didn’t seem fazed by my attempts to escape.

“Answer me now, shadow bitch. I’m losing my patience!”

His hand bolted towards my throat and gripped it with a force I have never felt before. It was getting hard to breath, my already tired body didn’t know how to react. He wasn’t playing around, he’s making that very clear. I have a feeling he’s the type to not make empty threats, especially when it comes to death threats.

Wait, did he call me “shadow bitch”? Hold on.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! I’m not part of that group! I just stumbled upon them and they were gonna bring me home! I swear! They were protecting me!”

His grip on my throat relaxed and for a second I thought I was in the clear. That’s until he moved impossibly closer to me. My head rested on the wall behind me, tilted up so I could keep eye contact with the behemoth in front of me. Our chests was flush to each others. His breath slowly fanned over my face, his warmth bringing some sense of safety.

We stood in silence, staring at each other for awhile. I had to remind myself of the atrocities this man committed… the children he killed. But something felt off.

“Why… why do want to know where Graves is? Are you going to kill him? Like you killed these civilians?” My tone was shaky, filled with whatever authority I had left. I hope this doesn’t get me killed.

Instead, the man stepped back from me, leaving an empty void where his warmth was moments ago. He acted like I had just stabbed him through the heart… if he even has one that is.

“What? You think I am responsible for this genocide? No, the Shadow’s are responsible for that”

This new information served to confuse me even more then I already was. Did Graves lie to me? Or is Ghost lying to me? Who to trust? Graves did seem like the lying type, and if Ghost really was behind all this, why was he being so nice? Well, as nice as someone could be in a situation like this, I should say.

“We have to move. Forget about Graves, survival is a priority. If the Shadows find you with me, they will kill you” His tone suggested he wasn’t lying about that last part. My gut told me to trust him, follow him. So I did and I don’t regret a thing.

A/n: omg I’m finally out of writing hibernation and boy does it feel good. I plan on making shorter stories that focuses more on smut eventually because Ghost melts my brain and I need to share. Pardon any grammatical errors and the fact that I split this in two. Any criticism is welcome, like straight up tell me if this is shit cause I’m trying to get better. Might do story requests if people are interested enough. Anyways, I hope every single one of y’all has a great day!

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