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Insomniac!reader and Simon helping them get some sleep 🌙

(Sfw)

CW: tbh none, purely Simon being an awkward sweetheart

Another sleepless night. You had been laying in your bed for the past four hours, uncomfortably tossing and turning. You even tried asmr but nothing could get you to sleep.

It’s not like you weren’t tired, quite the opposite actually, but you just could not for the love of god fall asleep.

You couldn’t get an hour of sleep that night which, in turn, had a big impact on your mood on base the next day.

You were short tempered, which was unusual, and everyone noticed. Everyone kept their distance that day, being mindful and more so scared of your short fuse.

Well, everyone expect Ghost, of course.

Despite his usual brooding and sassy attire he seemed a bit concerned, casting you glances from behind his skull mask when you seemed to be ready to curse a recruits bloodline for running into you or when you yawned so much he thought your jaw might lock.

Being in a different time zone for deployment seemed to really fuck with you.

When the team finally got to wind down in the evening, you were about ready to dissolve into dust. You were laying flat on the couch in the little “living room” that belonged to the 141’s current assigned base, finally out of uniform and just staring at the ceiling with tired eyes, still not being able to find any rest despite the exhaustion of the day.

You were so lost in your head that you didn’t notice Simon leaning in the doorway, observing your pitiful state with a blank expression from what could be seen from behind his basic black balaclava, some eyeblack still smudged under his lashes.

He just leaned there with crossed arms for a moment before pulling himself together and walking up to the sofa.

Seeing you in your state the whole day had made him look up what could help you rest and found that weight and physical closeness could help relax someone.

Blunt as Simon was, he sat down next to you on the couch and just grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you into him, holding you tightly against him and gently pushing your head into the section where his shoulder meets his neck to lay your head on.

Simon’s sudden action made you almost jump before realising it was him.

What the fuck was he doing??

You were about to protest before feeling your body physically melt in his arms. Why did he feel so… safe?

You couldn’t even give much thought to it as your eyes slowly shut against your intent and you were knocked the fuck out.

You didn’t know how much later you woke up. You were laying on the couch, head gently placed on a pillow and a thin blanket pulled up to your shoulders.

You could swear you remembered Simon holding you until you fell asleep but if you ask him, no you didn’t

(Not projecting at all 🌝 this isn’t really proofread and just another random scenario because I can)

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This is brutally rushed but I had this thought and I needed to share it with the class 😵‍💫😵‍💫

CW: panic attack, derealisation‼️

But after that just comfort

(Also I know it’s not very consistent I wrote that completely sleep deprived)

Simon having a panic attack post mission and Johnny being sweet and oblivious

Simon wasn’t one to give physical affection. He ignored it when it was his captains little pats or Gaz’ cheeky elbow nudges because it was just what they always did, it was nothing special.

He knew not to ask for it, knew he had a reputation to uphold.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t crave it.

He didn’t know the last time someone actually touched him.

Might have been his mother, it’s really been that long…

So when he arrives back at base after a mission, he doesn’t know what to do with the adrenaline. With the stress of the mission, the men they’d lost.

He took it to his quarters.

He just couldn’t face anyone right now.

Every pair of eyes was staring

Mouths screaming

Hands reaching

His clothes suffocated him

His tongue was heavy

His-

He reached his private quarters. The door slammed shut and he was already on the floor, shaky hands tearing his straps and armour and kit off, mask off, just needed the tightness to stop-

He breathed heavily, although it sounded more like sobbing, hands tangled in his hair, eyes pressed shut as he broke down.

This was nothing new.

Every time he returned from a mission it was the same.

He couldn’t dare go to anyone, he just couldn’t, so he locked himself in and rode down the outcome alone.

Because nobody would help. Nobody would come nobody would helpnobodywasthere-

“Simon?”

That bloody Scottish accent rang through the door and Simon’s heart jumped from the sudden voice.

Shit shit shit-

He rubbed his eyes, probably hard enough to pop a vessel, before getting up taking a deep breath and opening the door.

The last thing he needed was anyone in his personal space, he needed space, he needed-

“Jesus- fuck, Simon, coulda warned me I might fall in love”

Johnny grinned stupidly with wide eyes.

Ghost realised too late his mask was very much still somewhere across the room wherever it landed after being thrown midst his scheduled panic attack.

Normally he’d immediately cover his face. Normally he wouldn’t have taken off his mask in the first place.

But here he was, bare faced, looking at Johnny practically eye-fucking him and barely registering it.

Why didn’t he care?

Why did Simon’s head feel so empty when it was screaming at him a minute ago? An article popped into his head that he once read, something about a think called derealisation, but it was a vague thing he couldn’t hold onto.

“Uhm… is that all you’re here for or do you need something?” Was that his voice? That didn’t feel like his…

Johnny frowned.

“You feeling alright? Call me rude but you don’t look too bonnie there lt”

Goddamned Scott and his ability to read Simon like a book.

“Just here to see if you’re feeling okay after the mission. Been a rough one on all of us…”

Hmm, caring, too.

“Simon?”

Oh right. He was talking to him.

“Nothing a good bourbon can’t fix” he finally responded.

“So he’s an alcoholic, eh?” Johnny attempted at humour. “Can’t have you drinking all by yourself. Can I come in?”

Ghost just stepped aside, not bothering for any other kind of response.

Johnny barely waited before bursting through the door and making himself comfortable on his bed.

hmm. Bastard

“Yer quiet, Simon. Talk tae me”

“You don’t wanna know, Johnny” he grumbled back, looking for his mask. How did it get under his desk?

“Ya take a hug at least?”

…

Simon must have frozen so abruptly it was scary.

“Ah Jesus Christ. Got it, no hugs” Johnny laughed. What a pretty laugh…

“I’d like a hug”

What are you doing, get your shit together

Johnny looked perplexed. “Sorry?”

“Hug me before i change my mind”

“Well shit, wouldn’t miss that chance” and Johnny got up, walked over to him and just… embraced him.

No malicious intentions, no hurt, just reassurance.

Just warmth.

Ghost practically melted, he’s not proud of it.

There was no war, there were no dead men, there was no pain, no death,

Just Johnny.

Ghost took a deep breath through his nose, revelling in the calming scent of unmistakable MacTavish.

He doesn’t know how long they stayed that way, it was never long enough, but he must have looked pathetic when Johnny let go of him, hair a mess, eyeblack still smudged on his face, face red and eyes teary but he felt so… safe.

…

“Alright you tell anyone about this I’m shaving your mowhawk.”

“Copy that, lieutenant”

And the man was out the door. When did it get easier to breathe?

Simon sighed but couldn’t fight the grin tugging on the corner of his mouth.

Goddamn Scott

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This is a new account so I don’t know much about managing one but I write:

•short drabbles

•headcanons (sfw and nsfw)

•short stories or scenarios

•angst 😼

•smut

•fluff

What I do not write:

•rape/non con

•abuse

•big age gaps/underage

May update if needed! 💋

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rubbing my penis

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What are some of your favorite fan fiction writers for Call of Duty?

in no particular ranking/order (and letting you know A LOT OF these authors write extremely explicit p0rn. read the tags):

queeniegalore (literally noone writes ghostsoap like queenie man, her fic called The Spaces Between The Light is my forever comfort read)

MildLimerence (literally the GOAT of this fandom, i swear she's written a solid 30% of everything i've ever read in cod, and i've read her entire catalog maybe 3 times over at this point)

noxmajor (their Seven-Year Itch fic broke my heart and put it back together again)

ANTchan (*coughs* iykyk)

applepieces (*coughs harder but in bottom!ghost*)

surveycorpsjean (writes for a ton of fandoms and is generally just an incredible witer, but their cod fic Poison Apple i think has the most kudoses in the entire tag and it's for good reason)

prettyunhinged (bestie)

congee4lunch (wrote solemn prayer, poppy in my hair which is so painfully domestic and lovely. they've moved on from cod and write for rw&rb now, so don't bother them and ask them for more)

thirteenbullets (writes a lot of ghostsoap hurt/comfort, my favourite is side by side)

kaijusalad (fell in love with i like you alive, continue to fall in love with every additional fic they write about these freaks)

highlonesome (for all your catholic soap and asshole ghost needs. the pain kink is strong with these two.)

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bloody pretty boys (pt. 2) - 👻🧼🧢

soapgaz are chronic mask thieves and i reaaallllyyy cant blame em for that

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bloody pretty boys - 🤤🧢

ghostsoap definitely enjoy their men bloody and can’t say i blame them

ALSO HELLO WHY IS HE EVEN PRETTIER THAN BEFORE??? UNFAIR

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haven’t seen one for gaz yet and i do NOT tolerate gaz erasure