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johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x gn!loser reader

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god he can’t get enough of you. the lenses of your glasses fogged up, teary eyes peering up at him with your mouth stuffed full of his cock.

you’re a mess. drool running down your chin and chest - you can barely breathe - let alone see with the amount of built up condensation obscuring your vision

he relishes in your whimpered gags, hands roughly batting away your own that reach up to adjust your frames, crooked and sliding down the bridge of your nose.

johnny loves the mess. loves seeing you slowly reduced to nothing but a cock drunk, babbling mess.

“deeper bon. you can go deeper” he chides, clicking his tongue.

it’s a demand, an order that he knows you’d never deny him, taking more of his length despite your body instinctively protesting the intrusion in your throat.

you flush in humiliation when he all but laughs at your vain attempts to take more of him, thumb gently swiping at the saliva continuing to seep past your lips, eyes trained on another tear that runs down your cheek. johnny’s condescending scoff is quickly cut off when you sputter.

he’s a disgusting brute, lips pulled back in a snarl as you choke around him, more muttered curses falling from his tongue at the tightness engulfed around his angry, hardened cock.

he swears when you gag again, walls spasming around his sensitive tip. he throws his head back with a gargled groan, fingers tightening in your hair when he finally cums.

god. you’re such a fucking loser. he may just have to reward you for taking him so well tonight.

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guys pls give me some inspo for what ya’ll want and who ya’ll want drabbles/headcannons for in my req’s

my brain is crashing rn, so much work during christmas i quite literally cannot think for myself, but i wanna keep writing stuff 😭

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sugardaddy!price x gn!reader

(slight nsfw)

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sugardaddy!price can’t keep his eyes off of you when you’re all dolled up in the finest pieces he can afford.

extravagant pieces adorning your neck, ears, fingers and wrists, all thoughtfully planned out to suit your style and preferences. they gleam softly in the light, accentuating all your defining features.

he never holds back, showering you in anything and everything you could ask for, even when your desires never leave your lips.

he keeps a keen eye on you, watching the way your eyes linger on a specific item of clothing, perhaps a pair of shoes or a pretty necklace.

if you’re shy about his materialistic gestures, price takes pride the way your eyes widen when he hands you each gift, your brows furrowing in concern - his little pet always so worried about the amount he’s spending. he simply shakes his head, gently pulling you closer to clasp a new shiny bracelet around your wrist.

he fails to hide his pleased smirk each time he glances at you, finding any possible chance he can get to compliment you in your new accessories.

it’s no secret his favourite purchases are the plethora of jewellery pieces adorning your body. seeing you sprawled beneath him, clothes discarded carelessly on his bedroom floor, left in nothing but glittering diamonds and delicate, precious metals.

his own little doll to dress up and care for.

he prefers to buy his gifts in person, rather than online. it’s better that way though. seeing the quality in person, nodding in approval at the sales assistant who hastily wraps the expensive pieces in sleek designer brand bags.

he’s about to leave the store, keen to decorate you with his new purchases when a display of glittering diamonds catches his eye.

at this point, he’s bought you enough rings to decorate each of your perfectly manicured fingers. all except one.

he turns around, pulling out his wallet and flagging down the poor sales assistant once more, lips curling upwards as he nods in the direction of the glass case, not a crumb of doubt in his mind.

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soft!könig x gn!reader

smut!!! minors dni *

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“shh, baby, shh,”

“i know, i know. mine. all mine, shatzi”

he coos low in your ear, lips coming back down to pepper soft kisses along your jawline in an attempt to satiate your growing need, hips rocking and grinding against your own.

the sound of your whimpers, the taste of you, it made his skin crawl. in a good way.

a good way.

god, he loves you like this. so vulnerable and expressive, so soft and willing.

fingers dance across your soft skin, goosebumps trailing in their wake, feeling the shivers that wrack through you as you peer up at him, eyes teary and half lidded.

könig has grown used to the plethora of responsibilities he’s forced to upkeep. chores that he could care little about that comes with his high rank, but this?

god. how could this possibly be a responsibility?

this was a gift.

“poor thing. you don’t even know what i’m saying, do you?” he teases, another gentle thrust of his hips causing your head to fall back, a choked sob ripping past your lips.

he’s panting softly, steely eyes taking in your every expression, committing each and every minute detail to memory.

no matter how many times he’s seen you like this, he’s always left starstruck, breathless at the beauty beneath him, so vulnerable and messy. so perfect.

your hands grip at the scarred skin of his back, blunt nails creating more indents along the rough and marred surface - barely registering the sting of your clawing. he’s too fixated on the feeling of you wrapped around him so perfectly, the way you huff his name and cry out against his chest.

“you’re doing so good, mäuschen. so good for me,” he groans out, voice strained from exertion, from how good you make him feel.

his head falls to rest between the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hot, heavy puffs of air hitting the skin of your throat.

it’s hard to tell which of you is truly the one being ruined.

“just a little more, a little more, liebling,” he pants out rapidly, relishing in the way you squirm and cry.

what a terrible lie.

he’s soft. loving and gentle with you as he continues to rhythmically piston his hips in to you, so attentive to your needs.

but könig is a greedy man.

he’ll continue to to rut against you, desperate pleas swallowed by chapped lips against your own, silencing you for just a moment longer, buying time.

anything to savour the bliss of this moment.

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retired!john price x afab reader

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retired!john price who never looked back once finally leaving the military to spend the rest of his life with you, the gentle gleam of his wedding band occasionally catching his eye, making his chest feel warm.

retired!john price who moves to the countryside of england with his precious bird, years of hard labour and deep rooted exhaustion finally seeping from his body as he learns to unwind, recline back with his missus and simply take life one day at a time.

retired!john price who slowly grows more pliable under your touch, hard muscles slowly buried beneath the soft pudge of his stomach, biceps and thighs, your head resting more comfortably against his shoulder than it ever has as the two of you fall asleep in each others arms each night.

retired!john price who learns to enjoy hobbies he had long discarded after enlisting, reading next to you in the living room as snow falls gently from the sky and the fireplace crackles, perhaps tediously sawing at wooden planks under the harsh summer sun, sweat rolling down his back as he works on the new dining table. he lifts his head, unable to stop the soft upward curl of his lips as you walk towards him with a plate of freshly cut watermelon, sitting on the deck of your property and watching the clouds roll by with you at his side.

retired!john price who gathers you in his arms, the stinging of unshed tears burning behind his eyes when you break the news of your pregnancy to him, large hand splaying across your stomach as he pulls you close, gentle lips pressing against yours.

retired!john price who’s forehead no longer creases, furrowed brows instead replaced with a content smile, crows feet leaving behind a permanent reminder of his newfound happiness.

retired!john price who’s eyes shine with love and adoration as he pauses his dish washing to watch you quietly hum to yourself, nursing your newborn child against your chest who is gently suckling with bleary blue eyes. just like his.

retired!john price who’s heart that was once fuelled by violence and bloodshed finally content and full because of you.

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Animal crossing AUs you will always be famous to me

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cod spotify playlists

some playlists for any fellow maladaptive daydreamers on here that wanna listen to music associated with their favourite cod characters.

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If you have any song requests that you'd like me to add to a certain playlist, or want me to make a playlist for a character i haven’t listed then let me know in the comments and i'll continue to update them !!

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alejandro vargas

alex keller

farah karim

gary 'roach' sanderson

john price

johnny 'soap' mactavish

kate laswell

kim 'horangi' hong-jin

könig

kyle 'gaz' garrick

phillip graves

simon 'ghost' riley

valeria garza

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simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader x fwb!johnny ‘soap’ mactavish - bet

suggestive content, no explicit smut

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- it was a bet that you and johnny had agreed on amidst rapid gunfire, the smell of gunpowder lingering in the air, fuelled by purely adrenaline and your will to survive.

- you had almost won. almost.

- the two sergeants were always bickering, two friends that seemingly never seemed to get along from an outsiders perspective. those that were close though, knew that it was all in good nature.

- ghost had been there too, grumbling over the comms as you two argued back and forth, warning you that you were biting off more than you could chew.

- oh, if only you had listened.

- now here you were in soap and ghost’s shared quarters on base, sat on your knees before the sergeant with the lieutenant lazily leaning against the headboard of his bed as he occasionally glanced up from his phone to look at the two of you with emotionless eyes.

- the pretty black collar around your neck felt heavy as soap ensured he was able to fit two fingers between the leather and your skin, grinning down at you triumphantly while gripping the silver chain in his other hand.

- “this is degrading”

- “a deal’s a deal, lass”

- you wanted nothing more than to slap the smug bastards grin clean off of his face, cheeks flushed red in humiliation.

- he seemed to take pride in watching your face heat up, seeing the tears in your eyes as he talked down on you. prick.

- “might jus’ have to bring this in t’the bedroom with us next time”

- ghost scoffs at johnny’s words, returning his attention back to his phone with clear disinterest.

- this wasn’t anything new. he had grown used to the shenanigans that occurred within the confines of his shared living space.

- it’s why he rarely spent his free time there to begin with.

- soap stands, dropping the leash to the floor as he makes his way to the entrance of their barracks, momentarily glancing over at ghost from over his shoulder .

- “keep the lass in line, aye? still got a debrief te attend,” soap muses before shutting the door behind him.

- sneaky fucking bastard.

- the silence in the room is loud, your heart rate rapidly picking up at the sound of rustling behind you, not daring to look back at the large man as his shadow slowly approached, swallowing your kneeling figure in darkness from the dingy ceiling light overhead.

- “c’mon pup, we’ll teach you some new tricks for johnny, yeah?”

- the disinterested gleam in simon’s eyes has all but vanished, hidden lips pulled in to a faint smirk beneath his black balaclava that you can barely make out when you finally meet his gaze.

- perhaps ghost doesn’t mind the mischief you and johnny get up to after all.

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Dinky ass cat 141

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this is absolutely foul

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🐧smut | minors dni 🐧 (gn - no specified genitals)

- thinking about husband!captain john price and how his hands are constantly on your body when he gets back from deployment

- it’s late at night when he finally enters his house after almost three months of being away from home. being away from you.

- he throws his bag to the side, too tired to to properly deal with putting away and washing all his clothing and cleaning his equipment. that’s a problem for tomorrow

- his body aches and all he wants to do is lie down and get some well deserved rest

- price creeps upstairs, silently making his way to your shared bedroom. he exhales shakily when he sees you - bundled up in your large pile of pillows and blankets - sleeping soundly, chest rising and falling with each steady breath. he wasn’t expected back until next week

- he slides himself in to bed next to you, pulling your body to his chest and kissing your neck affectionately

- “m’home sweetheart”

- he sounds tired, voice low with exhaustion - dishevelled and smelling of gunpowder and sweat

- despite john’s tiredness, he takes his time to trail his hands over your body, your sleepy and bleary eyes smiling up at him warmly

- mapping your arms, face, hips, legs with featherlight touches. anything that may have hazed his memories of what you looked like during those gruelling months away, remembering any forgotten freckle, dimple or birthmark

- you cry and whine under him, a firm hand forcing your face towards his, eyes always locked on price’s bright blue ones as he thrusts slowly in to you

- “missed you so much” “look at you, so perfect - just as beautiful as i remember”

- it’s what john always looks forward to when he gets back. the feeling of you wrapped around him so perfectly, crying out his name as large tears cling to your lashes, hands gripping desperately on to him as he slowly and passionately makes love to you

- growls and rough hands instead replaced with low murmurs and soft, lingering touches - so completely enamoured by the way you moan and clench around him

- it’s moments like this that johnathan price truly thinks he’s in heaven

- ‘cum f’me sweetheart, wanna see you cum”

- he’s so needy and desperate, aching to see you unravel beneath him and show you just how much he had missed you

- you can’t even be mad that you were disturbed from your slumber, not when your husband worships your body like a man starved of redemption

- in this moment, john price forget’s his sins on the battlefield, forgets the brutal realities of the constant war he is faced with. his deity at his mercy, so pliant and forgiving as you cum, trembling and and sobbing as he kisses away your salty tears

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- kyle ‘gaz’ garrick who glares with no trace of sympathy in his dark eyes when anyone dares objectify you in the work place, squaring his shoulders and standing straighter

- what is usually a soft and warm gaze turns dark and menacing. stone cold and unforgiving

- he knows you can handle yourself. he’d only ever step in if you signalled - but that doesn’t mean he can’t silently convey his disapproval

- he overhears the way a new recruit speaks down at you, talking over you and completely overpowering the conversation, leaving no space for you to intervene. it’s a completely one sided exchange

- you can feel kyle behind you before your ears are even able to register the sound of his footsteps

- the familiar smell of his cologne fills your senses, his chest close enough to almost be touching your back

- “go on, why’d you stop?”

- he’s tilting his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at the rookie in front of him

- gaz smirks when the soldier in front of you quickly shuts his mouth. you have a death wish if you choose to mess with any of the 141 members, and he’s not naive enough to cross that line

- gaz watches in amusement as the recruit scurries away, shrugging his shoulders in feigned innocence when you glare back at him

- “i wonder what’s got him in such a rush?”

- he’s a cocky bastard, but he’ll be damned if he lets anyone get away with treating you like that

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oh my god, are you serious ???

thank you so much 😭😭

i’ve never had someone review a work of mine in such detail, i’m actually speechless.

honestly, i just really love angst. fav genre hands down. i’m glad i was able to make you feel the way i wanted you to through this fic!! i’m so sorry though HAHAHA

you have no idea how much this post made me smile, i genuinely appreciate it so so much

tysm my love 🥺🥺

Three's a Crowd - ghost x reader

summary: you’re the latest addition to the 141. price and gaz have each other, ghost and soap vice versa. you start to realise that you’ll never be able to gain the attention of your comrades - let alone your lieutenant - the way you so desperately crave.

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

cw: angst, typical cod violence, character death, mw3 spoilers

word count: 2,318

A/N: feeling angsty so have this :D (FURTHER PROOFREADING IS NEEDED !!! but im eepy and impatient its 2am)

also i genuinely can't live without music, so i always end up adding a song that kinda reminds me of my fic. its not something that needs to be listened to - simply any song i find that kinda suits the vibe of the story and also just sharing some good music for others to enjoy !! idk, just something i enjoy doing (im rambling)

Being the latest addition to the TaskForce 141's ensemble had its downfalls.

While you were immensely grateful for the opportunity to have been recruited by John Price himself, there was still the lingering discomfort of trying to fit in with a new group.

It was childish really. Such a minuscule concern whilst in the midst of fighting a war.

It had been several months since you were enlisted, yet your relationship amongst the four members seemed to lag in comparison to the camaraderie they each shared between one another. Years of companionship amidst the terrors of combat had strengthened the bindings of their connections, forcing them to rely on one another when faced with life and death. It was something that you had yet to experience with them.

You know that these things take time - especially given that fact that it was so common to lose comrades in this field of work. Everyone was terrified of getting attached. 

Over the coming days, the five of you had been preparing for an upcoming mission. It was crucial that everything panned out perfectly. Price wasn't leaving any room for fault, not when the safety of thousands were at stake. thousands of civilian lives. Men, women and children.

While Price and Gaz - with the assistance of Farah - had set out to Urzikstan to lead an infiltration on a Konni base they believed Makarov was operating at, you were assigned to Verdansk with Soap and Ghost. 

The task; stop Konni from destroying the Gora dam.

The three of you were currently grouped at the meeting point, scoping the area before setting off to defuse the bombs scattered across the site. With the little numbers you had, you were going to have to rely on stealth. You hated stealth.

Stealth required trust. Trust in your comrades to complete their designated tasks without fault, trust in your comrades to stay alert. 

You had none. 

You were determined to change that succeeding this mission.

"Be advised, Konni personnel are grouping near multiple locations below you." Laswell's voice snaps you from your thoughts, her voice ringing through the comms. 

Ghost and Soap look up at where you were perched. You were their sniper for this mission. They were relying on you to keep them covered and you were not going to let them down.

You raise your hand in the air, giving them a thumbs up to alert you were ready and in position. The two men send a curt nod in return before setting off to track down and defuse the explosives.

With Laswell over-watching the operation, and you giving the duo support from a higher vantage point, the low numbers were of little concern. The four of you knew that you would be able to carry out the mission smoothly. Besides, 

Failure wasn't an option.

You watch as Ghost silently takes out several guards, advancing his way through the facility as he tries to locate the bombs.

"Bagged 'em" Laswell confirms another kill for Ghost.

“Two guards, on your three by the barrels” you alert Ghost, watching as he stealthily approaches the guards. “I’m lined up, I can get them in one”.

They’re on the ground before Ghost can even blink.

You grin as you peer through the scope of your sniper. This was going to be cake.

“Good to see you in one piece, Johnny” Ghost huffs, splayed on the floor of the heli alongside you and Soap.

“Haven’t felt better, LT.”

It was a scramble trying to meet with Nikolai and board the aircraft, lifting off amidst the enemy's gunfire. You ensured there were no men left standing by the time you all were long out of sight. 

Price would be pleased. 

“Yeah, I’m okay too. Thanks for asking” you huff out in annoyance, watching as Ghost lends Soap a hand, lifting him to his feet with a small grunt. 

You get up by yourself, a simple side glance sent your way from Ghost before both the men turn to Nikolai. At least Soap had the decency to return a relieved smile.

“Mission accomplished, Bravo. You three took down an army and saved lives tonight” Laswell congratulates through the comms, her usual monotonous voice doing little to praise the successful operation that the three of you had completed. “Makarov will not take this well.”

“He’s a big boy,” you respond with an amused grin. “He can handle it.”

“Don’t underestimate the rage of the Russian’s” Nikolai chuckles back in response, looking back at you momentarily to ensure all three of you weren’t seriously injured.

“Speakin’ from experience, Nikolai?” You smirk back, walking over towards the front of the heli where both Ghost and Soap stand, your sniper left discarded on the metal floor of the military carrier.

“Firsthand” Nikolai simply snorts back.

The rest of the ride back is silent, Ghost and Soap sat beside each other, a singular empty seat distancing their proximity. You? You sit across from them, alone on the empty bench. 

You don’t mean to let your guard down. You were simply exhausted and finally allowing yourself to stare aimlessly into space as the adrenaline in your system slowly drained from your veins.

“Don’t.”

The harsh voice has you crashing back to reality, eyes focusing in place to meet dark hazel ones, narrowed and directed at you. You hadn’t realised you were staring at Ghost while you silently decompressed. It was a rude startle from your meaningless thoughts.

“Sorry, I zoned out. My eyes were just comfortable” you respond awkwardly, adjusting your seating position and clearing your throat. “Didn’t realise I was staring”

Ghost simply glares back at you, his usual cold and emotionless stare making your hands clammy and stomach flutter. You quickly avert your gaze, turning your head away to stare at the metal tread plate flooring, instead focusing on the loud hum of the aircraft you were all seated in.

It suddenly grew too hot, too cramped in the helicopter. It was claustrophobic - suffocating almost.

You’re the first to scramble off the heli, exhaling in relief when you’re no longer boxed into the hunk of metal you had just spent the last hour travelling in. With your sniper draped loosely over your shoulder, you make your way inside the small safe house nestled on the outskirts of Verdansk. You don’t bother to wait for Soap and Ghost.

It’s late at night. Your body is near spent. Your only goal in mind was getting the heavy military gear off your body to finally allow yourself the comfort you crave. 

It’s a small shack, only the bare minimum provided. An old, tattered couch and rickety square dining table with four chairs on each side, each varying in design and wood finishes. They evidently didn’t come as a set. There is a small room off to the side, various camping cots packed and stacked against the furthest wall, at our disposal for when we choose to retire for the night.

Ghost, Soap and Nikolai soon enter after you, Nikolai retreating into the small room to set up the cots and get some much needed rest.

You keep to yourself while Soap settles on the small couch, Ghost taking a seat at the dining table to clean and check over his equipment. 

You hastily peel the stiff fabric from your body, vest and outerwear folded on the floor in the corner of the living room, your sniper. Resting atop of them. Your aching body can finally breathe now that the extra layers were finally discarded

“Ye did good today” Soap finally speaks up after a beat of tense silence. You turn to him in slight surprise, not expecting him to initiate any sort of conversation with you. “We’d have been fucked without ye” he continues, Scottish accent thick as ever.

You can’t help the small smile that creeps on to your face.

“You guys did the dirty work. I simply scoped the area from above” you assure modestly, not wanting to come across arrogant.

“Aye. Saved our asses several times. We owe you.”

Ghost simply scoffs quietly, standing to move outside where there would be less chatter. He was tired and didn’t want to indulge. 

Your smile is wiped from your lips, replaced by a slight frown at Ghost’s exit. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the Scot.

“He’s a crabbit old man. Pay him no mind” Soap assures you, voice low and seemingly unaffected by the Lieutenant’s departure. “The lad’s not one for meaningless blether.”

You nod, evidently disappointed

Soap observes you silently, taking in your defeated expression, a low hum of acknowledgment absentmindedly leaving his tight lips.

"Ye like the Lieutenant" he voices aloud. There was no room for argument in his statement.

Your head darts to Soap in stunned horror, mouth parted in shock. You're unable to respond, Soap speaking up before you're able to form your words.

"Keen een."

You immediately shut your mouth. There was no point in arguing. He knew.

Soap chuckles, a bitter and amused sound that leaves you feeling uneasy.

"Foolhardy choice"

You watch as Soap leaves to the makeshift bedroom, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone with your thoughts and anxieties. You don't get much sleep that night.

Returning to the 141 base was a relief in itself.

Touching down on British soil allowed you to finally relax. You were finally familiar with your surroundings once again.

You sigh happily upon entering your private quarters, throwing your bag carelessly to the ground. A shower was in order. You waste no time in stripping down bare to prepare yourself for the best shower of your life.

When you emerge from the shower, hair still damp and leaving small patches of dampness along the fabric of your fresh shirt you immediately make your way to the rec room. Some caffeine was in order if you were going to set your sleep schedule back to its usual.

You inhale sharply when you see Ghost sat alone, immediately on edge.

He turns his attention to you momentarily before wordlessly resuming back to the reports in his hands.

Message received.

You quietly walk over to the coffee machine, pulling out a mug as you put the kettle on.

You keep your eyes trained on anything but Ghost, not wanting to anger him again. You can't help but lose yourself in your thoughts once again as you wait for the water to finish boiling.

It wasn't anything more than a physical attraction that you had towards the aloof man. You didn't know the slightest thing about him. You did know however, that he was loyal. Just from your observations alone - it was obvious just how passionate he was about the 141. He would lay his life down without a second thought to ensure a mission was successful, to ensure his teammates were safe.

All of his teammates, save for you.

He was a machine during training, a monster on the field. Rippling muscle and deadly speed, accuracy that rivals even Captain Price himself.

So many times you've caught yourself staring, admiring from the peripherals of your vision with your lip caught between your teeth. You felt like a lovesick teen in high school. It was absolutely infuriating.

"It won't make itself"

You jolt in alarm, head whipping towards the voice. Ghost simply stares at you, eyebrow raised. His skull mask was replaced by his usual black balaclava he wore around base, the prominent shape of his brow bones underneath the knit fabric the only giveaway of his expression. His thick thighs are spread lazily in front of him, large feet planted on the floor as he leans back against the dark leather couch, papers still in hand.

You quickly tear your eyes away from him once again.

"I know." You internally grimace at your response. Stupid. So stupid.

Ghost chuckles, still eyeing you as you stare dumbly down at the now finished boiling kettle and empty mug.

"You're an open book" he speaks up, shaking his head slightly in disapproval, lowering his eyes back down to his reports. "You need to keep your head in the game, sergeant. This is a war, not a dating reality."

You glimpse over at him from the corner of your eye, fighting down the heat that tries to spread across your face.

"I'm well aware of that" you respond sternly, hastily making your coffee.

Fucking. Soap.

"Start acting like it, soldier"

You swiftly leave, coffee rushed and head lowered in shame. You didn't bother drinking the sloppy coffee, instead tipping it down the bathroom sink and watching as it swirls down the drain.

Makarov was defeated - the 141 finally accomplishing what they had chased like hell hounds for months - finally at its end.

Ghost stares down at your lifeless eyes.

What should have been Soap’s life was instead replaced with your own.

It was a selfless act of bravery.

No one was fast enough to respond. One minute you were here, yelling out to Soap in alarm, the next you were motionless. An instant death after Makarov lodged his final bullet in your skull.

Ghost knows that he should feel something - anything for the life lost. His teammate stolen from life too soon, but he can't find it in himself to care.

Price places a large hand on Ghost's shoulder, pulling him away from the scene.

The Taskforce retreats. They would send reinforcements to retrieve your body, to be able to send something back to your loved ones waiting anxiously on your return.

It was a shame really. The potential you had was evident, destined to continue fighting for your country alongside Ghost, Price and Gaz.

Ghost turns on his heel, following after his comrades and boarding the heli, your empty seat bringing a deep sense of impending doom, the reality finally setting in for the four men.

Ghost scoffs, shaking his head.

Three was always a crowd

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🐧 cod character playlists 🐧

alejandro vargas

alex keller

farah karim

gary 'roach' sanderson

john price

johnny ‘soap’ mactavish

kate laswell

kim ‘horangi’ hong-jin

könig

kyle 'gaz' garrick

nikolai

phillip graves

simon ‘ghost’ riley

valeria garza

vladimir makarov

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emotionally unavailable!simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn reader

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- if only simon ‘ghost’ riley was capable of loving

- simon who is unafraid to drag you back in to his private quarters as you try to leave after blowing up at him

- he had warned you that he doesn’t allow himself to emotionally attach to others, yet you so blindly agreed. too desperate for any form of connection with the lieutenant, even if you knew it would do you more harm than good

- he wraps his arms around your waist, gently pulling you back against his chest, knowing full well you don’t have the emotional strength in yourself to fight back

- you cry, simon’s room still reeking of sex and intimacy from your earlier endeavours, your face buried deep in the palms of your hands as your shoulders shake with each loud sob

- he simply rubs your back slowly, eyes looking elsewhere around his room in boredom.

- simon ‘ghost’ riley knew you had begun to develop feelings for him, yet part of him couldn’t bring himself to call the arrangement off

- he had made it clear he wanted to keep things casual, but now - as you cry in his room, pleading to know what the relationship between the two of you was, he can’t help but scoff and shake his head

- “i warned you, love.”

- you’re humiliated, his unreturned feelings making more large tears fall down your cheeks, yet you stay with him in his room

- he winces, quickly turning his head away to hide the expression on his face

- if only simon could tell you that he loves you back

- instead, he feigns indifference, silently relishing in the feeling of your body against his as you cry, his emotionless stare watching your every move with an intensity unknown to you

- if only simon ‘ghost’ riley was capable of loving

- if only simon ‘ghost’ riley was capable of expressing his love for you