#CODMWIII

[temeyes]

biker ghost? biker ghost.

[rip-cod-brainrot]

So I’m starting a series of doodles

Any suggestions?

[pricescigar]

Captain Price

[8-rae-rae-8]

Ghost is staring at the body again. Just before he's allowing anyone to take Johnny back for the cremation...

He crawled out of a coffin, why couldn't Soap do the same? Why did he have to watch his best friend die?

Why couldn't Soap join him? Be a phantom to his Ghost.

[da1systhings]

YOOOOOOOOOOO

[piasdo]

I Deserve It, Don’t I? —

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Johnny began to kiss down his neck, lovingly, gently. No malice between his lips, no teeth coming out to nip. It was simple, adoring intimacy, and it made Simon’s skin burn. The type of burn that trickled down his throat when he got from shooting alcohol in lonely bars. It was a familiar, knowable feeling, but still it hurt with how addictive it was. He knew what the sensation came from, he knew what it meant. Simon hated it; he chased it.

As he sat back against the bed head, he tried to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind that whimpered about how terrifying this was. To be so open with someone else, so pliant and available. He blinked as he stared up at the ceiling, suppressing how his eyes fluttered with each warm puff of Johnny’s breath against his throat; and how it made his heavy hands grasp at his old sheets a little bit. The rise and fall of his chest stuttered with a devilish anticipation, faltering helplessly when a smaller, but equally as strong palm cradled the curve of his rib cage. Supporting him like he needed it. How he needed it.

A shitty apartment flat that had been left to gather dust while Soap was away on duty, now was home to a little sparkler in the midst of creamy-grey walls. A crackling burst of gradients; pink, blue, purple, yellow, orange. Bleeding outwards on the canvas of John’s bedspread, staining with a liminal permanence. Simon felt a tingle of sickness in his gut when he realised changing the sheets wouldn’t wash the experience out of the room. It wouldn’t change how he splayed open like a morning flower in the sunshine that it had been waiting in darkness forever for. Before Johnny. Knees knocked around his waist, almost hesitantly.

He was allowed to feel this way. Simon was allowed to feel love like this. Deserving, deserved. Not in the way he believed that evil people deserved discomfort— but in the way hurt people deserved partiality. Though, despite his doubt that what he was doing was entirely ethical for the dark part of his brain, he felt safe. The tingle of stubble on his own jawline brought him a security that he’d thought previously would be dangerous to embrace. For the first time in a long time, Simon felt as though he was real. He was in the forefront of his head, in control, but still letting it be.

Tell Ghost two weeks ago that he was doing this, he’d have felt the unadorned urge to shank you. Remind Simon, now, that a man was pouting against his jugular, and he’d sigh in admittance.

[lvlyghost]

absolutely fucking in love with how ghost went from

"fucking hell" *rolls eyes* to

"you with me Johnny?"

[krivle7]

“Kfc or McDonald?”

[spectralarchers]

2009!Ghost 🥰❤️

[majocookie]

MW3 spoilers

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[temeyes]

feeling way too deeply for him again

[rip-cod-brainrot]

Fighting KorTac but you’re a flirting menace

König corners you and pins you to a wall with a knife. “I can make you talk-“

“Damn, big boy, we can talk about whatever the hell you like,” you cut him off, giving him a very long once-over. “How big is that dick?”

Konig just

(Meanwhile, Horangi and Roze in the background, trying to get König to focus: “Small! Leave him alone!”)

[psychotic4ghost]

Tell me why I can play COD MW2 and MW3 (2022-2023) but I try to replay the campaign for mw (2008) and my PC acts like it's a toaster -_-

[8-rae-rae-8]

You're telling me Ghost DOESN'T have acne? You're a liar

He wears a mask covered in dead skin, and oils from his face. He most definitely has acne and acne scars

[eliza-styx]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price (Call of Duty), Kate Laswell, Sobiesław "Gromsko" Kościuszko, Original Characters, Kleopatros "Kleo" Gavras Additional Tags: Major Character Injury, Spoilers, Fix-It, Post-Canon, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Near Death, Panic Attacks, Flashbacks, Coma, Angst with a Happy Ending, Medical Procedures, Confessions, First Kiss, Love Confessions, True Love, Caring Simon "Ghost" Riley, Cuddling & Snuggling Summary:

!!!SPOILERS FOR MWIII AHEAD!!!

 “He is still breathing.” Ghost’s own voice echoed in his ears as if he was hearing someone else talk.

He was paralyzed. Glued to the floor as the pool of blood spread around him, his reflection in the crimson mirror dumbfounded as he watched Johnny’s chest raise and fall as if he was just asleep and not fucking shot right in the head. God.

Everything else was muffled, the distant voices of Gaz and Price completely incomprehensible as they defused the bomb while Ghost listened to the soft sound of air leaving Johnny’s mouth followed by a laboured inhale.

He was still alive.

[piasdo]

i’m going to go feral. please. i don’t care what it is, please share with me your call of duty headcanons (about any1) and i might write something about them PLEASE IM GOING TO EXPLO