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Things Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Finds Attractive About You Pt.II

simon 'ghost' riley x reader, mentions of soap, price, gaz, and alejandro 

genre: fluff

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing 

synopsis: a couple more cute quirks that you possess that ghost can’t get enough of! headcanon edition! 

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when you glance at him and smile 

you were doing it again 

it was the fifth time ghost caught your bright eyes glancing in his direction 

and it wouldn’t have come to his attention, after all eye contact was given in accordance to common courtesy if you were discussing matters with someone, but you were lounging halfway across the room 

ghost sat alone at the main table 

a couple members surrounded you,, occupied in light banter and small talk 

alejandro lightly nudged your shoulder, murmuring a casual joke that has soap roaring in laughter 

their boisterous voices carry throughout the room which causes ghost to peer up at them 

he couldn’t afford to lose concentration,, needing this alone time to debrief about the previous mission (i.e. which formation was most efficient, how many soldiers he still had left, if there were enough food rations) 

but 

taking a sneak peek couldn’t hurt 

fiddling with the strap of his holster, he wordlessly tightens the garment along his waist and watches as the corners of your lips curl into a polite smile while engaging in small talk with the group 

he spots soap place a gentle hand on your shoulder, the male twisting himself closer to you, as a way to balance himself while heaving over in laughter at another quip that alejandro shares 

before he can think better of it, a ragged breath leaves ghost’s lips at soap’s blatant display of physical affection toward you 

fortunately unfortunately his balaclava doesn’t muffle the noise of disdain which causes soap’s attention to snap to him 

“somethin’ you want to add, Lt.?” soap challenges with a raised brow, “might need to come closer so we can hear ya.” 

soap graces a sly smirk, inadvertently mentioning how ghost was literally the only one that strayed away by being halfway across the room 

and soap’s attempt at pestering the other male is glaringly obvious,, especially from the way his hand still lingers around your shoulder 

there’s a soft chorus of chuckles that erupt from the rest of the members but you simply await the lieutenant's reaction to the lighthearted prod   

ghost doesn’t take the bait though 

“I’ll bear it in mind,” he bluntly acknowledges while readjusting in his seat  

he wasn’t entirely against the idea of mingling but found that restocking/readjusting his equipment was the first priority 

the lieutenant’s casual response leaves the squad speechless,, most expecting him to reprimand soap from the insinuation and their astonished gazes are fixed on him 

ghost, however, continues to nonchalantly estimate the amount of ammunition left in his weapons 

that is– until a subdued giggle fills the empty air 

and he’s aware of that specific sound, doesn’t need to glance up to affirm his belief because it always tugs at his heart in an unfamiliar way

yet, his dark gaze still deviates to find yours 

“my apologies. it was just really quiet.” 

your voice is meek in comparison to earlier now that ghost’s scrutiny is trained on you and the detail leads to him raising a light-toned brow 

the top of his balaclava crinkles due to the action,, a small humane feature that you desperately cling onto 

soap also dropped his hand in response to your small outburst and satisfaction creeps up at ghost 

he nods once, ease swelling within him at the sight of your untouched shoulder, before returning to concentrate on the equipment in front of him 

“yer aff yer heid, bonnie,” soap whispers to you once light chatter erupts again, “I’d sure fix his problem.” 

“what’s his problem?” 

“the mask,” the scottish male huffs like it was obvious, “it’s always on–” 

“I quite like it.” 

you quickly interrupt soap’s rambling and he groans upon seeing your infatuated smile and usual faraway glint in your eyes that you adorn whenever you stare at ghost 

much like you were committing now 

“it’s the mystery,” soap wildly runs his fingers through his mohawk while attempting to explain your interest in the lieutenant, “that’s why the bonnies like him.” 

“well,” ghost’s listless eyes reach yours and you finish your confession in a wishful exhale, “I don’t blame them.” 

and ghost recognizes the look you’re casting him 

that bashful yet alluring glimmer in your stare that has him placing down whatever equipment he was holding so he could rightfully return your gaze 

and of course he hears your breathy disclosure,, revealing more than he’d bargained for 

but he’s steadfast, not planning on tearing his gaze away, when you abruptly break eye contact with him 

ghost blinks– once, twice, three times– upon losing your heated scrutiny an emptiness threatens to swallow him,, his body maneuvering to repose in your direction

legs stretched in front of him, he edges closer to where you stood while crossing his hulking arms  

but you’re caught in conversing with someone and his finger taps idly on the table to patiently await the moment your gaze sweeps over to him again 

it’s almost pathetic how he waits for your eyes to fix on him 

however, when it does, he almost lets out a frazzled breath from beneath his mask 

restocking his equipment could wait for another time because you grace him with one of those beguiling smiles that beckons him over– inviting the tempting risk and enticing danger that accompanies ghost wherever he goes 

he catches you red-handed when you give him a slow once-over,, dragging your half-lidded eyes across the expanse of his massive physique but finishing your scan with an appreciative simper 

and that’s when he finally moves 

firmly pushing out the chair from beneath him, his robust legs carry him towards you in a resolute stride 

a knowing grin dances on your lips due to his advancing,, the sight as clear as day when ghost shoulders past the members surrounding you 

he doesn’t mumble any apologies 

instead, he presses himself so close to you that he can distinguish your rapid heartbeat from beneath your fitted shirt and the cadence causes his head to tilt 

his ebony eyes narrow upon seeing the growing blush, a shade of rouge, overtake your cheeks and the innocent reaction would’ve fooled him if he didn’t know what you secretly were 

a vixen 

he dips his head lower and the next words he utters drips from his tongue like smooth ambrosia 

“see somethin’ you like, doll?”

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your voice 

ghost had a love/hate relationship with missions 

on one hand, he was going in blind about the amount of recruits he’d lose

It was a constant risk of precious lives, one’s that had family/friends/people waiting for them back at home, with every mission 

yet, leading the squad through missions kept his mind still,, rendering him too busy focusing on basic survival than fighting the incessant thoughts within his mind that strangled him during his free time 

the loneliness, mental exhaustion, and emptiness eating at him until he could no longer stand it 

but there was also you 

“bravo 0-7, how copy?” 

filtering through the radio’s static, your voice is carried through as a gentle melody in ghost’s tactical headset 

the question cuts through the debris that he crushes beneath his heavy boots 

he recognizes a heavy exhale from one of the recruits following behind him and he raises a hand to silence them 

hearing your voice directions is crucial 

but secretly, he’s glad that the higher ups invested in the latest technology so he could hear your voice clearly 

especially the soothing inflection of his alias 

“this is bravo 0-7,” he replies, never one to delay his responses to you 

“lieutenant.” 

and he’s familiar with that pleased tone that’s shared in the troop’s comms 

the teasing purr of his rank visibly causes some of the newer recruits to freeze in their movements,, mind straying to less than innocent scenarios from the way you uttered it 

before he can control himself, he casts an annoyed glare at them that (of course) goes unnoticed by you 

his haunting eyes narrow considerably to wordlessly serve as a threat for their childish behavior 

“(y/n),” he directs his attention to the seedy enclosure before him, “give me a reading.” 

there’s a minute of silence, which ghost anxiously listens for any background noise that indicates if you’re in danger, before your voice crackles, “enemy ground cluster spotted. wiped them out asap.” 

“atta girl.” 

unbeknownst to him, your finger hovers above the communication button so the shaky exhale you let out from his praise isn’t heard 

and he’s aware you had to excuse yourself due to his subtle approval 

“target destruction confirmed,” captain price’s authoritative voice reminds ghost to refocus on the task at hand, “heading to the next destination.” 

the squad synchronizes their movements to head south, in accordance to the enemies’ location 

“where are your sights at, (y/n),” ghost implores while readjusting the mic so it sits snugly over his mask 

unfortunately, his finger unknowingly bumps against his equipment and puts the two of you in a private channel 

which you decide to take full advantage of 

he casts a cautious glance in all directions before gesturing to the recruits to fall in behind him 

it’s silent besides the branches that ghost prods away while he trudges through a clearing 

steadying the throwing knife in his hand, he recognizes the cool metal while the weight of the weapon is slight in his grasp 

as light as a feather 

he’s more than accustomed to the ridges, grooves, and feel of the knife,, using it in necessary combat situations

but his dependable grip, the one that’s effortlessly shoved the weapon into countless enemies, falters when you answer his inquiry in a breathy voice 

“my sights are locked on you, lieutenant.” 

and it’s a line that could be taken two ways: you were watching ghost’s six or you were solely engaged on him for personal reasons 

the fact was– your gaze was trained on him 

it causes satisfaction,, scorching hot which spreads through him and keeps him warm in the chilly weather 

and your utterance is as sweet as sugar that ghost is certain that you spout liquid honey when you part your lips 

he reasons that’s probably why your lips are always so glossy whenever he sees you 

ghost shifts, eyes trailing to the distant watch tower that you’re situated at, and slowly shakes his head 

you were up to no good 

“you’re trouble,” he reprimands but there’s no bite in his tone, “be good, will ya?” 

“and if I’m not?” 

there it is again, the sultry tone that drips from your voice to infer that there’s a double meaning 

he halts to a stop, dragging a gloved hand over his face in an attempt to regain his self-control, and fights back a strangled groan 

“come here then, pup,” his voice is so low-pitched that it serves as an inviting taunt, “say it to my face.” 

and his self-restraint is thinning, becoming nonexistent because of the dangerous game you were playing

the desire to remind you of the high risk that accompanies cheeky comments floods within him 

turning away from the other recruits to maintain some privacy, he’s initially pleased when he doesn’t hear your immediate retort 

it seemed like you were finally learning that fueling fire wasn’t always the safest decision 

but goodness did it create an indulgent buzz 

and he curses under his breath when your brazen response crackles through the comms 

“you serve our country,” your lips curl at the ends as you breathe out, “I just want to serve you.” 

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when you laugh at his jokes 

honestly ghost wouldn’t coin himself as being a “jokester”

prefers if the other members told jokes to keep the mood lighthearted,, which he knows is essential to keeping up morale during missions

but if the time comes then his quick thinking is perfect for him to conjure up a joke or two 

granted, it wouldn’t be the best jokes 

ghost’s humor could be described as— interesting 

very interesting 

and a consensus that the other squad members agree with is that his jokes lean more towards dark humor >.> 

like don’t get them wrong! dark humor could be used to transcend heavier emotions and share stronger emotions,, which is especially the case for ghost but they prefer to keep the jests easygoing (for the most part) 

and ghost doesn’t really mind when his humor is overlooked in most situations since he understands it’s an acquired preference 

but boy do you live to test him 

“please? can’t you tell me at least one?” 

you were at it again,, forcing your hands together while you conjured up all your effort to make your bottom lip quiver in a dramatic pout 

leave it to you to corner ghost in the hallway right when he exited the maintenance room 

caught him by surprise too! had to abruptly halt to stop the front of his tactical vest from bumping into you since he almost didn’t spot you because you were tucked so close to the doorway 

he had raised a single, sharp brow to wordlessly ask if you needed anything from him,, mostly expecting that you’d usher him somewhere else to gather next mission’s intel 

but ghost didn’t predict that you’d practically raced across the base just to ask him to tell you a joke 

“just haven’t heard you tell one to the task force,” you casually explained which only added to his confusion 

and he doesn’t know what aided in your curiosity to hear one of his jokes since you never disclosed how it had been a topic discussed among the group,, about how hearing a joke from ghost was a rarity 

a part of you wished to prove them wrong 

so you drew your lower lip between your teeth and dragged your eyes up until they were leveled with his 

“please? for me?” 

he can hear the lighter pitch of your voice when you’re pleading like this but he remains unmoving,, only crossing his arms to watch the act you put on

the corners of your mouth fall almost unceremoniously upon noticing ghost’s impassive front,, the goal of hearing one of his jokes slowly floating further and further away from your grasp  

when you press yourself close enough for him to get a whiff of your sweet perfume, however, he rasps, “don’t do that.” 

“what?” 

“you think every time you say, ‘please? for me?’ I’ll do whatever you want,” ghost chides while slowly shaking his head, “well, not this time.” 

because he knows better than to give in to your every whim– no matter how insignificant it was 

it would build a bad habit if he always agreed to taking on your work or tasks,, which would evolve into small demands that he’d be burdened to complete along with his personal work 

at least, he thinks he knows better 

but then you nibble on your bottom lip and softly ask again, “please? for me?” 

and he finds himself huffing out a heavy breath, dragging his gloved hand across his face, and uttering, “fine.” 

so he stiffly stands there, lost in thought, until a couple awkward moments of silence pass

by this time you weren’t expecting much, assuming that ghost would rely on a cliche joke to tell you since you hadn’t given him much time to prepare in advance 

but his throaty voice knocks you out of your stupor, “what do you call someone who just got run over by a tank?” 

and there you go– you had all that you desired since ghost managed to tell you a joke 

he observes how you tilt your head,, mind racing in response to his joke before you ultimately give up with a small shrug 

his eyes follow the gentle curve of shoulders before meeting your gaze again 

ghost figures that he’d answer for you 

“crunchy.” 

a beat of silence,, ghost glances away  

there’s no way he would’ve envisioned the feedback you’d give him in return to his (rather) dark humor but hearing your overjoyed giggles made him think he’d hit the ultimate jackpot 

“that’s a good one,” you manage to compliment between your fit of laughter, “I liked it.”  

your hand outstretched to gently shove at ghost’s arm,, aware of the solid mass that served as the top of his bicep and you immediately withdraw your hand at the realization  

peering back at you, he recognizes the mirth that swirls in your eyes and notes the pride that swells within him 

because you’re laughing at his joke 

the intensity grips at him,, threatening to never let him go so long as you’re next to him 

it’s addicting 

he quietly continues staring at you as your mouth curves into a delighted smile 

and he tries to memorize the action,, comparing your smile to the brilliant half-moons that he’d spot in the dark skies during nightly missions,, and the sight is almost too beautiful to avert his gaze from 

similar to how a person that enjoys art ogles at intricate and exquisite paintings 

before he rethinks his decision, he decides to speak up 

“don’t smile at me like that.” 

and although it sounds like a reprimand, the words leave his lips almost tenderly as he gazes at you 

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saying “please”

you weren’t typically one to complain about a long, drawn-out day because learning how to cope with them was part of your job 

but today just wasn’t your day :( 

from hauling extra equipment across the base, getting a light scolding from the higher-ups, and waiting for directions while in the frigid air– it was exhausting 

not to mention that the oncoming headache, as well as chills, indicated that sickness was upon you 

and as the back of your head hit the couch’s plush pillow,, your relieved exhale was a huge indicator that relaxing was the dream for you 

yet, having time to rest was too good to be true 

as price ushered the rest of 141 to gather around, there was a debate to enforce lookout duty for the night 

just the usual scouting for any navigation marks, ships, or hazards,, which was more difficult to spot in the dark 

there were clear directions given to the members on who would be put on lookout duty 

and what do you know, it was your turn to lead 

so you’re absolutely dreading your shift, desperately attempting to shrug the burden off to someone else 

“soap,” you hesitantly call out before the task force members could waltz to their own rooms, “do me a solid and trade shifts with me, will you?” 

there’s a flicker of consideration in soap’s cerulean-colored eyes when he notices your lack of energy and enthusiasm towards lookout duty but he’s unwilling to give up his few hours of rest as well 

“am pure done in. I can’t stay awake,” soap explains with a grimace, “sorry ‘bout that, bonnie.” 

forcing the frown on your face to turn into a stiff smile, you allow him to brush past you while you reassure him, “I understand.” 

then you were onto your next victim comrade 

“how about you, gaz,” you shift closer to the sergeant just before he leaves, “mind taking lookout duty from me?” 

he pivots using the heel of his foot, not quite expecting that you’d ask because you were usually the first to volunteer for the shift, and raises his brows 

gaz tips his cap in your direction to serve as an apologetic gesture, “afraid I can’t, (y/n).” 

and just like that, the entirety of the squad leaves you standing in the main room 

defeated 

your eyes catch the burnt-orange hue casted along the horizon, signaling that dusk was upon you and your stalling would be inevitable 

with a huff, you’re about to leave the room to situate yourself at the observatory deck when you catch sight of a lingering figure 

“lieutenant?” 

upon hearing his rank, ghost glances up from his task of dusting off his handgun and crumples the dirty rag in his hand 

he’s leaning against the edge of the table, feet spread apart to stabilize himself 

his dead-set eyes wordlessly prods you to continue talking and you force down the lump in your throat, “sorry. I was just surprised to see you still here, that’s all.” 

he’s clearly exhausted 

the usual tenseness in his shoulders has slowly diminished to where he appears withdrawn 

yet he thumbs at the weapon’s magazine and your eyes watch as the design on his gloves seem to dance at the action 

ghost nods once,, not one for small talk and you internally groaned at that late realization

silence ensues  

when an idea pops into your mind– why not ask ghost to take your watch duty? 

he’d understand, right?

inklings of doubt begin to gnaw at you but you were utterly desperate for rest tonight and your headache was worsening by the second 

“sir,” you meekly initiate before you have the chance to back down, “would you be willing to take my lookout duty shift?” 

your voice wavers, it’s blatantly obvious, and the anxiousness urges you to ramble on, “sorry! I don’t usually ask others to switch with me. it’s just been a really long day and I think I could benefit with some sleep. which, now that I’m thinking about it, anyone would benefit from sleep since everyone’s exhausted from the mission but what I’m trying to say is–” 

ghost raises a gloved hand

it’s a silent command to get you to halt and he rises to his feet 

you note the way his eyes deliberately scan the room before taking a step in your direction 

his tactical gear rattles,, the clasps slightly swinging due to the movement but he crosses the space between the two of you with ease 

the close proximity is perfect to get a glimpse of his opaque eyes which are obscured from smudged eye paint 

tucking his index finger underneath your chin, he lifts your face so you’re forced to maintain his stare, and his pale lashes flutter when he narrows his eyes 

“use your words.” 

the command is throaty, gruff, and deliciously low 

it takes you a second to regain your composure, inwardly stunned at how enticing his voice sounded, and decide to take a moment to gather your thoughts 

his touch is warm 

and ghost’s gaze was specifically fixed on you 

however, his hard stare flickers when your teeth gently tug at your bottom lip while you ponder the most effective way to get your point across 

you would need to use your final resort to sway ghost into covering your shift!

“I’m just not feeling the best right now and would really appreciate it if you took lookout duty instead.” you explained in sincerity 

it’s a good tactic– great even, but it wasn’t the final trick up your sleeve 

but it didn’t matter what you were explaining to ghost (whether you were giving him a half-assed excuse or ultimately feeling unwell) because he wasn’t listening,, too focused on the glimmer that shined within your wide eyes  

and the sparkle became more apparent under the dim light

ghost’s grasp tilted your chin upwards,, he’s silent and awaiting your next ploy 

he, however, wasn’t expecting the next word to tumble from your lips in a soft, pleading whisper 

“please.” 

his restraint runs alarmingly thin,, his finger that’s tucked underneath your chin twitches and the desire to encourage you to say it again is evident

“what was that?” 

the question is uttered so dangerously low that you gulp before softly repeating, “please, lieutenant.” 

and goodness did you look alluring while voicing it 

he’s at a standstill 

not to mention that he delights in the unwarranted swipe of your tongue over your plush lips,, wetting them just enough to shine 

and as he’s staring down at you, you’re peering up at him but he’s so unbelievably tall that you crowd yourself closer 

bloody hell 

the warmth radiating off your body reminds him of your proximity and before he can fall victim to your coquetry he reels back

who was he to tell you no?

“fine.” 

it’s a simple response uttered by ghost that immensely pleases you and you can’t help but wonder how permissive he was about it 

“really?” you question, brows shooting up in surprise because it was rare for the lieutenant to willingly volunteer to cover someone else’s lookout duty 

he drops the hand holding your chin and nods once 

busying himself by rechecking his handgun for full ammunition, he chastises how easily he made his decision 

can’t blame him though

ghost would’ve been a goner if you continued pleading to him using your expressive eyes,, the ones that cause his fingers to inch closer to hold you 

the most dangerous weapon he’s faced (in all honesty) 

and he’d rather NOT be rendered speechless in front of you 

he tucks the gun into the proper spot on his holster and turns to leave in accordance to his end of the compromise 

but not before he coolly mentions, “you should do that more.” 

you’re confused but ultimately satisfied to have finally issued your shift to someone else 

head tilting due to ghost’s comment, you decide to clarify what he meant 

“do what more, lieutenant?” 

“beg.” 

[jollybone]

Soap tends to pass out on Ghost when he’s drunk :) He never does it if Ghost is not with him though. Ghost pretends that he’s annoyed by it but actually thinks it’s cute that Soap only does it on him.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Flannel Season || Johnny "Soap" MacTavish ||

A/n: Johnny looks so good, I also love his accent.

Prompt used:

It’s flannel season and you look like a sexy lumberjack and it’s Doing Things For Me

Translation:

Dè a tha thu a 'coimhead-What are you looking at?

Johnny was an interesting character, the man had a habit of running his mouth. He also had no problem teasing you, you kinda had a feeling the man got off on it but now it was your turn to tease him.

You never thought you’d see Johnny wear a flannel shirt, with you two rarely getting a chance to breath you were so used to him wearing t-shirts, but this.This was taking it to a whole new ball park, the flannel shirt looked good on him, he looked hot.

“Dè a tha thu a 'coimhead”

Blinking a few times you tried to register what the man said to you. “English Johnny.”

“Christ you sound like Ghost” the man’s accent was thick but at least you understood that. “I asked what you’re staring at…you just ….watched me…not blinking.”

“Oh?” Laughing you rubbed the back of your neck, though a sly smile formed on your face as you stepped closer to the man. While he dwarfed you in height it did not mean you can’t bring Soap to his knees. “I’m just thinking how sexy you look Johnny.” Your fingers played with the buttons of the flannel shirt.

“Oh ya?” Johnny smirked as his placed his hands on your hips, his fingers sliding under your shirt. “This doin it for ya?”

Biting your lip, you managed to undo a few buttons of his flannel shirt. “Oh…ya. You look like a sexy lumberjack….it’s real king doing something to me Johnny.”

Humming, Johnny dipped his head as he placed his lips against your neck. “Well who am I to deny a beautiful woman….just say I didn’t warn ya…I’m going to fuck your brains out Y/n…then after I’ll let ya ware my shirt.”

Throwing you over his shoulders, Johnny hummed walking towards the bedroom. You always did love teasing Johnny, you just couldn’t wait to see him in his dress blues.

[popcaki]

Platonic Simon ”Ghost” Riley x reader - headcanons

Some general headcanons for Ghost, as well as Ghost x reader headcanons. This is all platonic stuff! I guess you can see it as normal friends or family things or just things that couples do that isn’t romantic or sexual. READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL!

there seems to be a big amount of smut fics, a bit overwhelming so I decided to just write some platonic stuff for anyone who needs or wants just platonic content!

note: I personally see Ghost as autistic and at least neurodivergent, so expect some headcanons related to that as well! (I am autistic myself)

also these might be in a weird order, sorry!

General headcanons for Ghost

He enjoys his personal time and whatever free time he gets by doing quiet and calming activities, usually on his own!

Simon finds a sense of peace in taking walks in nature, reading a book or playing a card game with himself, it’s very simple and not unique things, but it’s oddly calming.

However he needs to do something constantly, as it keeps his mind occupied. I feel like him being left alone with his thoughts could have him spiral a bit.

Him being autistic he probably masks a lot. Specially when he needs to lead and give commands, or in stressful situations.

He likes listening rather than talking! He’s always off to the side, avoiding the main group and conversation. As much as he likes attention he also tries to avoid it a lot. It’s a weird mix of both loving and hating attention. When in stressful situations or during a mission he only speaks when he has to or when he needs information. (He’s also very cautious)

I think if someone isn’t clear with what they mean, avoid, sugarcoat, anything but be direct. He would most likely get annoyed. He is extremely straighfoward and direct, and wants clear instructions and information. No side tracking, get to the point. I believe not being direct with him will cause him to feel uncertainty, not only is it important due to the military setting, but uncertainty would bring up some hidden anxiety in him.

He has a easier time talking to people he is comfortable with and trust! and of course, makes jokes.

I think he stims a lot more when no one can see him or in private. When in full view he masks and refrains from it, maybe tapping his fingers lightly or doing something subtle if he still has to stim.

Ghost most likely goes into shutdowns rather than meltdowns when everything gets overwhelming. He retreats and needs privacy, you won’t likely see him anywhere. Will not respond.

He can probably eat most things but has a few safe foods, and no not because he’s british but I do believe tea is one of them. I can see him liking some simple cookies/biscuits, likes the texture of it and it being very simple and consistent!

he has different special interests! he might not even be aware they are just that (defientely a thing for knives)

Headcanons of platonic Ghost and reader

Only way I see that reader can meet Simon is being in the military field themselves. I don’t think he stays in one place, moves around a lot when he isn’t on call/duty, this would make it hard to meet someone and remain in contact with if you’re a civilian.

It would take a bit for him to grow trust in you! not weeks, not months probably years. When I mean trust I mean the big and deep trust where he would express himself more and tell you things, not the ”I trust my teammate to be able to shoot someone who’s attacking me, because that’s their job”

Unless you can prove to him that he can trust you in a extreme way. Take this for as a gain trust quickly example, Soap, Alejandro etc not siding with Graves and defending each other including Ghost is a big step in building trust.

Once he grows more comfortable with you as well as trust he would probably crack some jokes with you and the rest of the team, however not too often especially during missions unless he needs to (Alone mission) He’ll be most likely hyperfocused on the mission alone.

Those jokes will range from dad jokes to very edgy just for shock value jokes.

If there is freetime or the team casually hangs out he’d be a bit more ”relaxed”(as relaxed as Ghost can be)

Someone will have to convince him to join for a card game you and the team are playing. He’d be very quiet and be thinking a lot in what his move would be and try to figure out what you and the others will do and so on. If it’s just you and him playing a card game, there won’t be much talk! at least from him, expect a strategic game.

He’s an awful loser as well as winner, his ego will get hurt if he loses, get all moody and sour. If he wins he would brag. He would most likely bring up you loosing in the game in the future as a counter argument or just to annoy you.

He takes things literally a lot of the time, if he asks you if you want anything and you say no to be polite, he will not get that thing for you. He cannot read your mind and probably won’t ask you ”are you sure?”

the only thing he would willfully make for you is tea, if you don’t like tea he’ll take the tea himself.

He’s not someone that would really make or give things to people, even friends. There is a certain independence he expects of you and others, being able to make, get and do things for yourself. He of course will help you in survival situations, have your back in combat and if you get injured bring you to safety and try to patch you up if no medic is available.

with time of knowing you, if he stumbles upon something he knows you like, anything really, from a movie, book, plant, supplies for whatever hobby you like! He might get it for you.

Ghost gives you (thing you like)

You: ??? ”Where did you find this?”

Ghost: ”In the trashpile over there.”

You: ”thanks?”

he does a slight nod and goes off to do whatever Ghost does, kill people

If he’s your superior expect more scolding from him if you do something irresponsible.

Whenever he gets comfortable with you, if a conversation leads to it or if you ask. He would 100% wanna talk about his special interests, I think knife collecting is one. He would know a lot about knives, models, history about them, and how to use them effectively and in different ways! He’d unintentionally infodump which might take you by surprised if you’re neurotypical or just not used to it from him!

Infodumping brings him joy even if he’d be afraid to admit, and if he becomes friends with you he’d love infodumping! He’d get into a lot of details so expect being there and listening to him for a while. He’ll tell you all about it when it comes to his special interests. If there is a book he likes, he’d tell you all about it.

Him joking or infodumping is the rare times you’ll hear him talk a lot more than usual.

Don’t peer pressure him into eating or drinking especially in public! Ignoring the mask wearing, he does not enjoy doing this in public. He prefers eating and drinking alone! but he’ll come back to you and the group after!

If you compliment him he won’t respond, he does not do well with positive feedback. (He also has a big ego and knows he’s good at something) (he does not thank Rudolfo after he compliments Ghost’s knife throwing) Despite not responding to your compliment or positive feedback, know that it does mean a lot to him!

Expect nonverbal communication or lack of communication, don’t take it personally. You’ll need to learn how he communicates, as he’ll most likely have already figured out how you communicate. Silence from him isn’t usually a sign of a hidden meaning or agenda, it’s genuine. (Sometimes he could intentionally go silent tho with a agenda)

I mentioned he has also a very direct way of communicating, he’ll be pretty blunt with you and the team. Talking when he needs to and only if he asks something. There won’t be much small talk.

Don’t take it personally if he seems rude he’s mostly likely actually not being intentionally rude. He is either silent or quick and direct because there isn’t much he can or wants to talk about. It’s hard for him to see a reason to talk to you about things that arent related to the mission, infodumping or just making silly jokes.

Him infodumping isn’t onesided by the way, he’s a listener too, you’ll probably sit there for an hour listening to him, but when he is done he would really enjoy listening to you infodump or just talk about your interests! (unless you’re on a mission or he has something to do, but he wouldn’t himself infodump in the first place if this was the case!)

Being able to just exist quietly in a comfortable silence together is something he enjoys with you and the team. It takes a certain level of being comfortable with someone.

If you, yourself are autistic or neurodivergent, I think you and him would have an easier time communicating, he would be able to understand you better and you him. This isnt saying you being neurotypical wouldn’t give the same result!

If you’re autistic too I could imagine you both be infodumping for hours, someone would need to interrupt you two otherwise you’d stop and find out 5 years has passed even tho it felt like 5 minutes

if you like to play videogames he wouldnt mind trying it out (he might even play videogames himself he just wont admit it) He’d be a very tryhard player tho so you two might get a bit competitive, or he might not even take it seriously. Who knows!

Don’t be afraid to joke with him! he enjoys jokes, sharing jokes would be some quality time spending with each other!

He won’t really ask about your personal life or past, I don’t think it would ever cross his mind, you would need to be the one who brings it up first. He would never ever try to disrespect your boundaries when it comes to your personal life, he wouldn’t ask about it unless you bring it up first, and if you don’t wanna talk about something regarding it he won’t push or stick his nose in, in anyway. He’s very respectful when it comes to other people’s past or personal life!

He wouldn’t mind helping you with training! He’d give you advice and tips! He’d give a ”good job!” or so when you finish or succeed with something! If you don’t train, he’d still give positive feedback for other things! They would be very short and quick feedback but he means well!

Despite his cold demeanour, he cares about his friends and team! Just remember that! He just shows it in his own ways. He might not comfort you when you’re sad or feeling bad in a way that is expected or what you expect.

If you’re sad he’d try to give you advice if that’s not right thing to do in the moment he would just kinda either leave you be to give you privacy, as he prefers privacy when if he were to get emotional, or he would just sit in the same space as you, hoping him showing you by just being there that you’re not alone.

At most he’d give you some awkward patting on the back, unless you made it clear you don’t want any physical touch! He’s super respectful of peoples boundaries when it comes to that.

If you’re autistic and have a meltdown he would react a bit more different! this also includes panic/anxiety attacks. He’d give you room and remove any thing that might be the cause of it/stress. He would not raise his voice in anyway, he’s likely be silent, talk calmly at most.

If you’ve stated what you need during a meltdown before, he will 100% remember that and do the things you’ve requested. He will not push you or put any pressure or expectations on you!

If this happens during combat or in a dangerous area, he would take the lead! he would make sure you’re safe and he will take watch and make sure the area is safe. He would never let his friend or team mate get injured or worse, specially during a meltdown so he’d do anything he can to help.

If you get exhausted after a meltdown, and even to a point of not being able to do anything. He’d help you out as much as he can, he’d would even give you a piggyback ride to any safe space if needed.

hopefully there isn’t too many typos, and nothing is too ooc, this is just how see Ghost mainly!

He may act all scary, cold and silent, but he tbh has a silly side to him, and clearly cares for his teammates. Trauma does affect people, by a lot, changes things and causes lots of damage. But it’s not the only thing to the character so it’s nice adding some stuff I think he would do and like!

[runekirikjartan]

Can we have more of your thoughts of the Mexican murder husbands? 🤲🤲

Thoughts about the Mexican Murder Husbands!

Rodolfo and Alejandro met as kids in the same clas, but their moms knew each other. They became friends because of the whole "my mom knows your mom" thing.

It was immediately a terrible thing for Rodolfo and Alejandro's moms because they both became menaces to society.

Alejandro was definitely the wilder of the two but Rodolfo wasn't the one trying to stop him; just making sure he survived every interaction with plausible deniability (after all, they're both part of the Los Vaqueros after, which means Rodolfo gets just as shitfaced).

Rodolfo has tried at least six times to avoid Alejandro starting a fight in any establishment with alcohol; it never works.

Rodolfo fell first, Alejandro fell harder.

My personal headcanon is that Alejandro's family wasn't accepting but Rodolfo's was, which caused a falling out between their moms when they were teenagers.

Alejandro enlisted to combat his internalized homophobia and Rodolfo followed him because he wasn't about to let Alejandro do something stupid and get killed.

Despite not being close with them anymore Alejandro still sends his family money and keeps them safe by having them in a protected location.

Alejandro is the one who wants to settle down and have a house with a garden, maybe a couple of dogs.

Rudy was the one worried about their social reputations as teenagers, but once they were in their mid 20s ad had almost died thrice - he stopped caring.

Their relationship in the Los Vaqueros is the worst kept secret that side of Las Almas - no one rats them out though, because it's honestly heartwarming the way Alejandro refuses to leave Rodolfo behind and the others know Alejandro offers the same courtesy to them. (They're family.)

The nickname Rudy came from a night when Alejandro was drunk and couldn't actually finish a sentence with Rodolfo's name without getting distracted and waxing poetics about how pretty Rodolfo's eyes and lips were.

[livndyee]

i just want him to give me a pat on the head .

[centroverted]

Me: Hasn't written a fic in ages, has a fic to finish, has a ton of class work to do.

Also me: Comes up with the idea for and only wants to write a fic where Soap has to go undercover and pretend to betray the 141 in order to stop Shephard. Heavily focused on the impact this will have on his friends in the 141 and also the trigger this will be for Ghost.

[lady-charinette]

I haven't played CoD since like 2009, why and how the hell did I get obsessed with Ghost, Soap and König??

I DON'T EVEN KNOW THEM BUT I KNOW THEY'RE OVER 6ft AND CAN CRUSH MY HEAD BETWEEN THEIR THIGHS WHAT IS THIS-

[dropped-their-sniper]

what’s in his lil backpack? wrong answers only

[clairdelunelove]

Things Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Finds Attractive About You Pt.III

simon 'ghost' riley x reader, mentions of soap, price, könig

genre: fluff

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, mentions of injury, ghost calls reader “ma’am” 

synopsis: just some more adorable things/quirks that you do that ghost can’t help but remember! headcanon edition! 

a.n. ahhh thank you all for 1k followers! to show my appreciation I wrote this! I was largely motivated because I saw a lot of ghost cosplayers at the convention I attended so hehe! >.<  here’s my kofi! pls consider donating so I can continue writing more consistently for our fav lieutenant! <3 

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checking in on him even when you’re busy 

receiving– or rather earning– some type of injury while on the battlefield was bound to occur 

could be from stress fractures or muscle strains due to overuse 

some of the more common types of damage include ear, eye, and torso injuries 

unfortunately, during a mission ghost managed to slip into the line of fire at some point and suffered from a bullet grazing his forearm 

it was a meager laceration,, the only real worry was if it would get infected but could be easily fixed with proper bandaging and medicine 

nothing out of the ordinary 

in his opinion, the injury was more of an annoyance to deal with if anything because his superiors granted him “discretionary time” to tend to his injuries to avoid further mishap while the others were ushered away to debrief 

which meant he was stuck in his room 

and it’s incredibly monotonous– the bare walls only adding to his boredom when he knows the rest of the task force deals with the heap of paperwork expected after a strike mission

thumbing through debauched pages, he’s delved halfway into a nonfiction book when there’s a soft knock on his partially shut door 

he bookmarks the page by quickly pressing the corner of it down and reaches up to adjust the balaclava over his face so it’s secure

“enter.” 

after you were granted permission to come in, you nudge the door open with your shoulder and peek inside

he, truthfully, wasn’t planning on your appearance since your presence for debriefs was crucial and the stack of papers in your hand was confirmation for that 

ghost notices the curious swivel of your gaze,, how your forehead crinkles before regarding his seated form 

because he’s clad in his civvy clothes 

the charcoal-colored t-shirt made changing the dressing of his laceration easily accessible but the taunt material did little to hide his sturdy physique 

your eyes flicker to his crudely bandaged arm 

“need somethin’?” he asks while turning in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, “or just fancyin’ a chinwag?”  

his words are jaunty but the lack of his visible facial expressions causes the comment to transpire as standoffish because he recognizes the fidgety way your legs shift 

“heard you got nicked by a bullet so I sprinted here before going to the debrief,” you gesture to his injured arm, “had to see the anomaly myself.” 

he’s silent,, not because he isn’t fond of your companionship– quite the opposite 

forcing himself to be quiet awarded him the pleasure of hearing your cheery giggle after the snarky comment and he knowingly shakes his head 

“well you don’t seem to be too gutted by it,” he says to add to the sprightly atmosphere 

you hum softly and dare to step closer, “need to see it first, sir. so I know how to document such a rare occurrence.” 

it’s his turn to conceal a huff 

you gesture for him to outstretch his arm and there’s a moment of hesitation before he allows you to view the bandage over it 

“have a gander at it then.” 

he hardly hears you tsk about his inability of changing out the soiled gauze,, too fixated on the way your fingers skim across the expanse of his bare arm

helplessly, he silently pleads that you aren’t able to sense the goosebumps that erupt on his skin due to your touch 

“I have a bit of time before anyone knows I’m missing at the debrief,” suddenly the heavy gaze that ghost has on you causes you to shyly look away, “let me change your dressing before it gets infected.” 

he nods,, doesn’t trust himself to use words quite yet because he’s too infatuated with the way your eyes dart away just from his staring 

you ask where the sink is to which ghost offhandedly points at and allows his gaze to fully roam your retreating figure

and he watches 

doesn’t quite believe that you’re willing to dedicate some of your time, especially when your schedule is full– just for him 

the support and thoughtfulness of your actions isn’t unnoticed,, in fact he considers that he doesn’t deserve this good fortune 

but he’ll accept it because it’s from you 

once you’re back, he offers the first aid bin that’s laying out on the desk and you rummage through it before finding the appropriate materials 

you gently peel the sullied bandage away and your careful movements almost cause him to chuckle because the pain from the injury is essentially nonexistent to him now 

but he doesn’t disclose anything, just lets you tug his arm closer to you so you can work 

there aren’t any words uttered as you gingerly wrap his arm in a sterile dressing,, only your occasional warm breath on him from how closely you treated his wound 

swiftly securing the medical tape, you glance up at him from your finished work and a proud smile curls on your lips as you stand, “good as new.” 

he flexes his fingers, the act mostly done for your satisfaction, and murmurs a token of gratitude 

“brilliant work,” ghost tilts his head when you openly preen at his praise, “thanks, (y/n).” 

and he understands you have to go by the hurried sweep of your gaze to your wristwatch, but a part of him just wishes to keep you here with him 

your eyes seek for the wrapping around his arm,, only deviating to trail over to how the fabric of his shirt strains against it 

he’s aware of your ogling and simply adds fuel to the fire by rolling his broad shoulders for your intrigued gaze 

“your debrief,” ghost casually reminds and has to forcibly deter himself from shaking his head when you gasp, “before the bastards shit themselves if you’re not there.” 

“right, I should get going,” you’re about to gather your stack of papers to leave before evenly reprimanding to him, “and don’t forget to change your bandages daily, lieutenant.” 

and he’s not good at presenting his emotions– never has been exceptionally skilled at voicing his appreciation, respect, and thanks for you– but he was willing to give it a shot 

he sits himself straighter in his chair as his hand gently wraps around your wrist,, lightly tugging you back before you can shuffle away  

then, he answers you 

“yes, ma’am.” 

and from this angle, since ghost is still seated while you’re standing, his chin is raised to look at you 

and when you gamble a glimpse at him,, his eyes are already searching for yours 

your voice gets caught in your throat at the indebted glint in his eyes and how his pale eyelashes flutter when you take a step closer to him 

his thumb coolly brushes against your hand and the caress is enough for your ears to burn red 

no words are said but the recognition for spending your time to care for him is still astonishing 

because you can’t help but notice that ghost’s touch is incredibly gentle with you 

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when you bite your lip 

it starts in the safehouse’s corridor 

the building was a checkpoint that the force adopted into a secret location,, a dingy refuge for regrouping and stashing away their equipment 

you and ghost were assigned lookout duty 

the two of you were huddled in the corridor,, crowding the entryway of the front door while the rest of the task force gathered in the main room 

since the mission was more than halfway completed, with little to no adverse outcomes, the force members’ spirits were uplifted (rightfully so) 

light chatter in the form of silly jokes or jovial teases did well to fill the silence within the small space

additionally, fizzy drinks and hearty snacks began to be tossed passed around by many of the recruits 

“catch, bonnie!” 

soap’s holler piques your attention,, and you shift to outstretch your arms just in time to catch an mre pack before it could squarely collide against the side of your head 

the sergeant utters a praise of, “nice catch,” before digging through the crate filled with more rations 

upon viewing the packet in your hands, you’re elated to discover that soap intentionally gave you your preferred meal and he grins crookedly at your realization 

shooting him a grateful smile, you tuck it under your arm for safekeeping before noting the switch in the recruits’ demeanor after witnessing soap’s toss to you 

devious grins are painted on many of their faces

“over here, soap!” 

one of the recruits affably raises their hand as a gesture to indicate where soap should toss the next mre packet at 

which happens to be across the entire room 

and just like that, the sergeant (along with the rest of the squad) transform into a bunch of schoolboys during playtime 

“yer a chancer, mate,” soap reels his arm back to throw the bag in his hand, “don’t say I didn’t warn ya!” 

flinging it overhead, soap erupts in laughter at the recruit’s wide eyes due to his strong throw 

it’s almost painful to witness as the newer recruit arises to their feet in a clumsy gait and you flinch away when their heavy boots hit the floorboards 

unfortunately, in their haphazard stride, they manage to actively knock into you and you’re sent reeling forward due to the momentum 

“oof–” 

“fookin’ rocket!” soap curses while he shifts in your direction in an attempt to check on you after your hiss of discomfort

but then the recruit holds up the tossed mre packet,, triumphantly waving it over their head with a broad smile on their face to indicate that the bag was caught 

and within a second the rest of the force followed suit,, the conformity almost eerie as grown men began to toss snacks to each other like it was a festivity 

thankfully there was one individual that displayed concern, or rather regard, for your wellbeing 

being pushed meant that you were at risk of collision and you’re met with someone wholly solid 

before words can even leave their lips,, the plastic buckles dug into your hands (an excessive amount of tactical gear) and overhanging shadow is a determining factor to guess who it was 

and it didn’t take long for your lack of awareness to catch up and reprimand you that both your hands are splayed across ghost’s chest 

when you dare to glance up, you note that he’s staring straight ahead,, scanning the surroundings past the building’s window 

the way his eyes narrow causes the eye paint that he smeared on to appear obsidian and sleek 

you force your gaze away from the detail 

he’s clearly focused so you figure that utilizing that factor can be beneficial in the sense where you can slide away and put some distance between the both of you 

before you can, however, you’re abruptly shoved closer to the lieutenant because of the other recruits’ continued recklessness 

your hand shoots out, a reflex so you can balance yourself from being pushed, when it pushes squarely on ghost’s chest again 

the material of his attire is thick underneath your grasp but you can distinctly sense the bundle of muscle from underneath the garment 

your fingertips skim across the entirety of his upper chest,, catching against the straps and buckles of his jacket 

another nudge at your lower back forces you to strongly tug at one of his jacket straps 

the upper half of his body jerks forward,, clearly not expecting the firm grasp 

a noise similar to a low, hoarse rumble leaves ghost’s masked lips 

“sorry!” 

your apology resembles a hasty squeak as you attempt to create some distance between the two of you 

but the noise he utters 

it wasn’t wholly carnal,, nor the simple sound of surprise 

more like a satisfied grunt that he couldn’t hold back 

mind in a whirl,, the tips of your ears burn red at the noise that your touch manages to pull from him 

his gaze, eyes half-lidded as per usual, is fixed on you while he remains silent 

the lack of response only adds to your embarrassment

tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, you anxiously await his response 

seconds pass before he finally decides to speak and you watch as the lower portion of his balaclava shifts, “your hand.” 

it’s an observation but one that produces sparks of unwarranted desire,, especially due to the slow drag of his gaze that starts at your lips and ends at your hand on his chest 

he can’t help but just outrightly stare 

your lips were so glossy when he was this close,, the sheen discernable from how your teeth caught your bottom lip 

furrowing his brows from beneath his mask, he focuses on this newfound fixation and inwardly swears that your lips are tinted a deeper hue of rose than before 

and his mind is scrambling for words 

it’s impossible to formulate a coherent sentence having you firmly pressed up against him 

like your figure was designed to fit every bend and crevice of his body 

there’s excited chatter within the small space, fidgety nerves replaced by relieved cheers due to the new game of catch so you and ghost’s predicament is overlooked by the others 

almost like it’s just the two of you in this space and time 

and he doesn’t outrightly shrug your hand away,, in fact, he makes no effort to remove your touch at all 

just braces himself against the entryway and holds your wavering stare 

“I’m so sorry lieutenant,” you yelp out, shaken out of your trance, while essentially yanking your hand off of him 

he perceives your nervousness 

can see how you subconsciously wipe your sweaty palms against your outer thigh and clear your throat while properly standing upright

a glint overtakes ghost’s heady eyes,, not quite signaling that he’s entertained but rather amused from your behavior 

truth be told, he certainly wasn’t expecting to erupt in such a depraved noise just from your weak tug at his jacket

he was heaved closer to you,, involuntarily drawn into your proximity— affected by the warmth you emitted, your glittering eyes, and the way you instinctively bit your lip when you were pushed closer to him 

a minx is what you were 

one moment he was vigilantly peering out the window,, scouting for any suspicious activity and the next your hand was splayed on his chest 

so imagine the bewilderment when you were basically thrown onto him 

can’t really blame him for the unbecoming noise, can you? 

he shifts, balancing a majority of his weight on his right side, and clears his throat

it’s an action that serves to conceal the sudden warmth that creeps up his neck once he recognizes that there’s a slim chance you were able to hear him 

and ghost isn’t the type of guy to become downright opposed to being vocal but what astounded him was his inability to muffle the noise even from beneath his mask 

his logic fled in that moment,, mind clouded with the image of your shiny lips and wide eyes to where he was swayed to rely on inhibition 

“alright?” he questions while scanning you for any serious injuries 

you note that his misty eyes pay special regard to your lips 

“I am,” you answer, unable to stop a smile from forming, and gesture to the rambunctious group behind you, “just another one of soap’s games that’s got everyone excited.” 

there’s a beat of silence 

“you wearin’ gloss?” 

the inquiry almost causes you to heave over in laughter because never in a million years would you suspect an expert in clandestine tradecraft, sabotage, and infiltration to ask if you were wearing makeup 

but he just can’t help but ask! 

might combust if he doesn’t figure out why he’s so drawn to your plush lips 

he figures it might just be his curiosity that wishes to be fulfilled 

“oh,” your voice seeps of bashfulness as your fingers instinctively reach up to touch your lips, “sometimes. just to stop them from being chapped or dry.” 

but then he realizes he desperately wants to draw his thumb over your lips,, which couldn’t just be curiosity

perhaps a craving

he settles for a hum that could be described as consideration toward your answer 

you’re aware he wasn’t planning on elaborating so you casually add, “doesn’t really help though. my lips just end up looking drab.” 

an awkward chuckle, your own, is interrupted by ghost’s quick response, “that’s rubbish.”  

he’s back to staring out the window but his eyes aren’t narrowed in vigilance,, more unfocused and elusive from your searching gaze

and you expect his set jaw (you can see the sharp outline underneath his balaclava) is an indicator that he’s finished speaking as is the norm when conversations drift from the usual topic of tactical operations, equipment, and missions 

so the pleasant rumbling of his voice catches you unprepared for him to continue on 

“I think,” he pauses, gaze still averted but you watch as the bottom portion of his mask shifts like he’s pressing his lips together to think better of it 

yet, even with his initial hesitation, you’re left vulnerable to the admiration that rolls off his tongue 

“it’s bloody lovely.” 

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listening carefully while he speaks 

it happened about two weeks ago when you and ghost were engaged in a conversation after sharing a meal at the mess hall 

and the topic was pleasant,, you carried most of the actual talking, seamlessly drifting to various details until he noted the prolonged absence of your voice 

basically inferred that it was his time to add some of his thoughts/feelings (which he was still familiarizing himself with!) 

hence, the topic of preparing/drinking tea was brought up 

you inquired about his preferences on tea because the beverage was often in the lieutenant’s hand in his spare time 

and of course he shared what he could,, slightly amused with your sudden interest in the options he shared

there was an attentive gleam in your eyes while he offered short answers to all your questions 

and he was forced to stifle a charmed huff when you whipped out a small notebook and started taking notes on his favorite flavors/any tips he could share  

but he didn’t contemplate too hard about this behavior since you had a reputation of listening and sharing whatever was on your mind,, even mundane topics 

until 

fast-forward to now where you stood with an outstretched hand toward him that held a container of loose tea leaves 

he had just stepped into the room,, finishing a debrief about a mission and he certainly wasn’t expecting your presence– much less witnessing you perched at the counter of the makeshift kitchen with a notebook in front of you  

haltingly, he glances between the container and you before simply raising a dark brow from underneath his mask to wordlessly question your antics 

he’s adapted to this display of behavior you share with him,, internally bewitched with the seemingly small gestures you do that signify so much 

“trying to make this,” you clarify while measuring some loose tea leaves and shooting him a lively grin, “according to your instructions, sir.” 

“fancy any help?” 

he didn’t ask to downplay your intentions,, genuinely chooses to offer his assistance because wishing to help you is in his nature 

you wave a nonchalant hand at the opened notebook in front of you and he recognizes that specific cover/bulk of it

the one from two weeks ago  

a quick glance at the writing sprawled within it has ghost affirming his assumption 

he doesn’t comment on it though,, only saunters to close the distance between the two of you and rests his back against the counter closest to you in order to observe your hesitant actions

and ghost is familiar with each and every step to prepare proper tea; memorized it like the back of his hand,, and could probably do it while sleeping too 

but it’s entertaining to see you try at a skill he’s already honed 

notices the slight tremble of your fingers due to his observant scrutiny and the last thing he wishes to do is cause you to be nervous when you were giving it your best effort 

so he figures chatting might help 

“keen on makin’ that for me, doll?” 

his eyes lower in satisfaction when he detects how your hand slips while filling up the kettle with water,, the nickname thwarting your concentration 

you turn away from ghost as you carry the kettle to the stove and flick on the fire so the water can boil 

“actually,” you make a show of pushing yourself up on your tiptoes and reaching for two colored cups that weren't his, “was planning to make tea for price and I.” 

and he’s aware it’s a lighthearted quip but he swiftly snatches one cup and raises his hand up to grab his plain white mug at the top of the cabinet 

at this angle, ghost is crammed into your proximity and you instinctively take a step back only for your back to knock into his broad chest 

the impact doesn’t phase him in the slightest 

all it does is create a pleased warmth to spread within him 

“reckon you meant you’d make one for me, isn’t that right?” 

it’s clear that his question causes your focus to waver as you eagerly lift your chin to stare up at him,, silently nodding in response 

he tilts his head at your overt obedience and expresses his appreciation 

“good,” his gloved hands offer two gentle taps to your hip, “carry on then.” 

his touch lingers a moment longer than necessary,, the heat rushing through your clothes and leaving you completely warm

pressing your lips together, you proceed to follow the instructions in your notebook, albeit a bit shakily due to ghost’s looming presence over you, but you managed to poor the boiling water over the tea leaves 

you wait 3-4 minutes, using your wristwatch to time it, which is the exact time that ghost previously told you he usually steeps his tea 

he continues to watch with his arms crossed over his chest as your brows furrowed in concentration while pouring the tea through a tea-strainer directly into the two cups 

“doin’ good, kid.” 

the rare praise motivates your movements to become steadier,, more relaxed even if your cheeks are flushed from the lieutenant’s approval 

ghost heeds your blatant regard for sticking to the exact order of what you outlined in your notes and the detail is almost adorable charming 

he admits that having someone listen– actively tune into his perspective/ideas– to him is new 

but it definitely isn’t unwanted 

it’s heartwarming,, the feeling encompassing his heart and riddling it exposed, defenseless, and vulnerable  

yet soft 

figures that the foreign sentiment is similar to delight 

your nimble fingers work to stir the tea within both cups,, offering ghost a spoon but he politely declines with a wave of his hand 

after polishing his cup (wiping any spills) you hand it to him with a beaming smile on your face and a hopeful twinkle in your eyes 

wrapping his hand around the mug’s handle, he nods to indicate gratitude for your hard work but waits,, earning him a confused pout from you 

“waitin’ for you, doll,” he clarifies so you don’t get the wrong impression, “get your cup.” 

“right!” 

you comply to ghost’s suggestion and grasp your cup with both hands to avoid accidentally tipping it 

the careful action doesn’t go unnoticed by him as his mask muffles a regaled huff 

then, he guides his own mug to gently clink it against yours and you catch how the lower portion of his balaclava shifts like his lips pulled into a content simper 

“cheers.” 

-

you lean on him for support 

this could be taken metaphorically since ghost is often depicted as a higher-ranking official and superior 

he’s there for support, guidance, or assistance! 

although he does struggle with providing emotional support for someone during difficult times, he does his best to practice 

knows that this line of work is mentally, physically, and emotionally draining 

and what kind of respectable officer would casually brush aside his comrades’ uncertainties? 

not ghost 

frequently finds that his ability to intently listen is more than enough support to his comrades that need to rant about the casualties of war or reminiscence about their personal lives before enlisting  

thinks it’s an important part of building trust within the task force,, which is crucial! 

but this wasn’t the type of ‘leaning on for support’ that I meant– it was literal 

as factual as the sleek marauder that you and a couple task force members reside in after a successful mission 

the task force’s mood is largely relaxed,, heavily eased demeanors serve as the reflection of it 

normally, loading so many recruits and equipment into a single vehicle wasn’t ideal (for movement and accessibility) but the completed mission was an exception to that 

plus, there was an unspoken consensus that everyone was too drained to uphold every strict rule 

the vehicle is driven by price, who has a casual hand on the steering wheel while recruits jostle their way into the back 

it’s a tight fit considering the load of equipment each person carries into the vehicle but you manage to squeeze into the backseat beside ghost 

he acknowledges your presence with a slight tilt of his head,, a gesture that’s courteous in most circumstances but now atypical with the hard mask obscuring his face 

the realization causes a corner of your lips to tug up into a grin 

“get in, lads!” 

with price’s command, more recruits hurriedly file into the vehicle with you and it dawns on you that there’s barely any room for you to maintain an appropriate amount of distance from ghost 

“I don’t think there’s enough room, captain,” you assert, scanning the larger recruits and their bulk of equipment 

all price does is offer you a breezy smirk through the rearview mirror while blowing out a hazy cloud of cigar smoke 

you place your hand in between you and ghost,, the action meant to anchor yourself to the seat and avoid accidentally sliding over into his personal space 

soap comments on occupying the passenger seat which he easily slides into with a dramatic exhale 

he doesn’t shift to close the front door though,, just allows enough time for the other recruits to settle in 

throwing a glance over his shoulder, his electric blue eyes skim the entirety of the backseat and knowingly shakes his head when he spots the gap that you desperately tried to retain

yet, it was evident that your physique was more petite compared to the weightier recruits that squished themselves next to you 

“make some room, will ya bonnie?” soap requests while motioning to another figure, “got to get this big guy inside the vehicle too.” 

peering through the window to where soap gestured to, your gaze settles on a torso clad in a heavy tactical vest equipped with various pouches 

specifically, the bottom half of someone’s frame 

the realization that you weren’t able to see their face while being seated in the car startles you 

because this person must be incredibly tall 

as if on cue, the person ducks their head to look within the vehicle and your scrutiny catches bright eyes from behind the black sniper hood 

there’s a moment of revelation between the two of you

könig’s awareness that your stare is trained on him is a bit slow 

he tilts his head, the dark cloth scrunching underneath his neck 

and the awe of seeing such an intimidatingly tall person with such a gentle gaze causes a wistful smile to dance on your lips 

the balance is remarkable 

upon noticing your tender smile, könig’s eyes widen before abruptly breaking the shared gaze 

his stare is skittish and darting as he undertakes the burden of looking everywhere except you 

ghost’s sharp eyes watch the entire encounter 

“come ‘ere.” 

signaling with a waved hand, ghost grants you permission to maneuver closer to him in order to make room 

and you’re about to retort but his firm stare is enough for your mouth to remain shut and wordlessly follow his command 

the act provides enough space for könig to scramble slip into the seat behind you which is the final cue for price to begin driving 

soap calls out a quick appreciation for your willingness to help before price revs up the engine,, everyone adjusting in their seats  

“danke.” 

the german phrase is barely audible over the clamor of the tires grating against the rubble on the ground yet your gaze finds könig’s in the rearview mirror 

you shoot him a hint of a smile, expecting his skittish regard, before settling comfortably in your seat 

rechecking the coordinates, price eases onto the coarse road while engaging in small talk with soap 

there’s a quiet lull within the vehicle,, a type of silence that accompanies the end of a mission and it’s highly welcomed after such a hectic time 

yet, ghost rumbles from beside you, “tryin’ to scare people, (y/n)?” 

he’s bringing up the encounter you shared with konig but there’s no bite in his voice

you recognize that this is his version of chitchat 

“not trying to, lieutenant,” you huff out an indignant breath

he decides to add another comment just for the sake of hearing the slight whine in your voice 

“glad to hear that,” he shifts to allow you more space to get comfortable, “because that’s my job.” 

his voice is barely a whisper to match the stillness within the car and the underlying taunt is tempting to dispute against 

“might just run you out of your job then, sir.” 

he turns in time to spot the beginnings of a mischievous smile on your face,, strong eyes finding yours through his pale skeletal mask 

and his slow, appreciative gaze drops to your lips 

“would like to see you try, pup.”

again, he gestures for you to scoot closer to him by coaxing you in a come-hither motion with his index finger 

you scoot until your thigh touches his and the contact causes his leg to jolt,, the reaction seemingly so abrupt that it stuns him too 

but he offers no verbal yelp, gasp, or sudden exhale from the physical contact 

from the corner of your eye, you watch as ghost’s dark eyes flicker to where both of your thighs meet,, and a devious idea pops into your mind 

just to provoke him even further,, you gather a majority of your weight by leaning and slumping against his side 

it’s a daring ploy since you’re aware of ghost’s reluctance to physical contact but he simply relaxes prior to stiffening at the initial touch 

the warmth enrapturing you is a rare comfort and you find yourself chasing after it by pressing your cheek against his upper arm to which he’s inclined to ask about 

“you enjoyin’ yourself?” 

because he knows that you’re deliberately leaning your entire weight against him 

and you’re not heavy by any means (this man is massively built!) so the idea that your mind would even conjure up that this would bother him is absurd 

ghost murmurs the inquiry while intentionally pressing his masked lips near the shell of your ear to keep his voice down,, putting in effort to not disturb the peace within the vehicle 

but if anything, the grumble of his voice only aids in drawing a dreamy exhale out of your lips and the airy noise is indecently alluring 

“enjoyin’ yourself while I’m bloody suffering,” he clicks his tongue, “this is classified as torture, innit?”

and even if his comment prompts a giggle from your lips,, he’s an inch away from losing it 

because it’s too much– the small space causing both of your breaths to intermingle, your soft body leaning against his, and how your half-lidded eyes are admiring him 

driving both of his feet against the floor of the vehicle, he pushes his hips up and attempts to adjust himself in the seat while fighting the budding desire that claws at him 

and honestly, he can’t fathom being able to tolerate this for the entire trip 

[jollybone]

lil Ghost doodle from work :)

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Too Cold || Alejandro Vargas ||

Prompt used:

"is it supposed to be this cold ?"

Alejandro hated the cold, he never did well when the temperature dropped, which is one of the reasons he hated going stepping foot in any state that held a temperature below 80. That was until he met you, Soap often teasing him about it.

While he was happy you were living with him in Mexico he knew this relationship worked both ways and that he was going spend sometime in your little New England town, know matter how cold it got.

Doing his best not to shiver, the man stepped closer to you hoping to get some warmth. He was already regretting leaving the sweater you got him. “Is it supposed to be this cold?”

Turing your attention to Alejandro, a small laugh escaped your lips. “It’s not that bad, winter is way worse.” You we’re glad you were only staying a few more weeks, you couldn’t wait to go back home with the man you loved.

“Esta Helda.” Alejandro muttered stepping closer to you, the man wrapping his arms around your waist tugging you close to his chest, his nose buried into your neck.

Humming you lent back into his chest, giving his hand a squeeze. “Okay, I had enough of this beautiful nature. I want to go back to the hotel for sex.”

Snorting, a chuckle escaped his lips as he then placed a kiss to your temple. The man may have been one of the best in the special force’s but he will always be your Mi Vida.

“Cualquier Cosa por ti mi amor.”

Lifting you up, the man placed his arms hunger your legs carrying you off to the car leaving the park. The man may have hated the cold but he loved you and that’s all that mattered.

[popcaki]

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley is autistic, let me explain

He's autistic or at least ND there is no way he isn't. So I'm going to list things and explain why I think this. HEAR ME OUT

We always see him off the side, avoiding the main group and attention. He's nonverbal as well, and never speaks. He only speaks out when he directly wanna know something or he tells someone outright, he doesn't sugarcoat anything. He seems to be very good with knives, mastered the skill and has several of them, a knife collection most likely too. He collects it and has an interest.

Trauma aside, he 100% would not be able to discuss or explain his feelings, he probably is hyposensitive to it, alexithymia moment. I just know

Ghost does not greet Alejandro or say anything at all for that matter. He gets to the point instantly and asks the direct questions he wants to know, there is no small talk. He informs Alejandro of the info that Alejandro needs to know and then Ghost wants direct information about what he wants to know. He’s very hyperfocused on the mission and his job.

In the car he doesn't even speak, nor answer Soap in any way, he only asks about things he wants to know. He never makes small talk or asks about unimportant stuff. I personally do not talk much during car rides, they are relaxing and is a form of stim to me. Talking takes me out of it.

He also not only stands outside of the main attention but he is just kinda like 🧍‍♂️ in most scenes. Again does not talk in any way unless it's information he wants to know.

We also got his, what is considered ''inappropriate'' humour, mainly the dog joke he made as a big example. I believe not only is he being an edgelord and wants to create shock value for the person he's talking to but also, he might just be an asshole in this case, but if Soap says he doesn't want to hear it Ghost still blurts out the answer. Could be because he just thinks it's funny, but also the fact that Soap and most NT would find his humour and the way he brings up the jokes to be ''weird''. I guarantee a lot of people will react to his humour by thinking it's weird, we also got this,

Ghost giving advice for Soap to stim in a stressful/uncomfortable situation shows that Ghost probably stims as well and it helps with destressing and focusing. (it probably means some form of stimulant, like medicine in this context but I don't care, Ghost will lend Soap his fidget cube)

He goes to a bar and does not drink at all, with the rest of his entire vibe he gives off, showing he does not like eating and drinking in public. Mask aside...

maybe I'm reaching but I get massive strong vibes that people will think his behaviour etc to be strange and weird. People already do, personally, I don't. It's all pretty normal and relatable. I don't know, my autistic senses are tingling, I can smell it. THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

edit: I’m just basing things from my POV, I am autistic, mine and his behaviour are very similar, so I just see parallels! edit edit: he's literally having sensory overload in the comics,

[punkie-popee]

Okay I don't care if i'm cringe anymore i've come to my senses and I do what i want

[livndyee]

i adore all the soap x ghost art im seeing but man i wish Roach from the og trilogy was in these newer mw campaign because that man was 100% ghosts boy 😭