#call of duty mw2

[miniwheat77]

Can’t hide. (141 x Reader.)

!NSFW, smut, sex pollen, 141 hunting reader, p in v sex, gang bang, you know the drill no minors!

“You ready for this?” Captain Price raises a fist up to you. “Born ready cap.” You smile. Bumping the side of your fist into his.

“Nothing to it anymore. Clean sweep, be back by lunch time.” You smile.

Those were your famous last words, before all hell broke loose.

It started out normal.

Infil went excellent. Quick and easy. Nik found a good spot for the Helicopter to land, left without a problem. He wouldn’t be too far away when Captain Price called on him.

Sneaking in was easy too, everyone laid low and stayed quiet. Eliminating every single threat on the small base was also just as simple, it seemed like nothing could go wrong. Until something went wrong.

Gaz was the first to come across it. The massive underground bunker full of huge vats. Full of a mysterious liquid. Vials upon vials, syringes full. It seemed endless. Nobody knew what the mysterious liquid was until you stumbled upon the paperwork for it. And than. It was go time. The five of you worked for a couple hours destroying every bit of it, each of you even having fun with it.

Until Soap tripped over a notebook and stumbled into a large pool of it, he catches himself with the edge.

But not before his hand dips into the liquid.

It burns immediately. It absorbs into his skin almost instantly and his body soaks it up like a vitamin. “Shit.” He gasps. “That can’t be good.” Captain Price laughs. Just after he finishes speaking, they hear Gaz let out a hiss. “Shit- it soaked through my boots!”

“Well that’s really not good.” They laugh. “Let me get Nik on exfil, Laswell will know what to do.” He mumbles.

He doesn’t announce it, but it’s soaked through his boots as well.

That leaves Ghost and you who haven’t been infected and he wants to keep it that way.

“Nik, we’re ready for exfil.”

“I’m worried about these storm clouds Captain.” Nik calls back through the radio. “Shit… bloody fucking…” he hesitates before speaking into the radio back to Nik. “ETA?”

“Maybe tomorrow morning if it’s clear Captain, I can get someone to come in with a vehicle.”

He sighs. “It’s alright, we’ll wait it out.”

He walks back into the bunker, Gaz and Johnny have shed a couple layers, a sheen of sweat glistens off of them. The drug is starting to set in. It wouldn’t be long now. “I got myself with a Syringe, Price.” Ghost mumbles. “Bloody hell. Who isn’t infected now?”

“Just Y/N, sir.”

He sighs.

“Did we destroy all of the paperwork?” He asks. “Yes sir.”

He groans. You’re fucked. Royally fucked.

“Well. Suppose we wait it out and see what happens because I have no clue. Nik can’t get here until morning becaus-“ a loud burst of thunder hits and cuts him off.

“Of that.” He sighs.

He paces for a few minutes, doing the old man things that he usually does, but as the minutes tick by, everyone gets more antsy.

“Let’s go find somewhere else to stay, it’s cold and dangerous down here.” He mumbles. His own heart is pounding in his chest. The five of you make your way back out of the bunker, walking through the mud and pouring rain to get inside the building completely. You split off and look for a good spot to stay for the night but the only thing anyone finds is a conference room.

Everyone picks a chair around the table, and it’s a waiting game after that.

You’re off in another world daydreaming, not paying too much attention to anything. Thinking about the hot shower you’ll take when you finally get out of here. It’ll be so nice, washing away the blood and dirt.

You don’t see the 4 stand up, gravitating toward a specific corner. You don’t see them conspiring.

You’re not expecting it when Soap grabs a hold of you. Holding you much tighter than he normally would for any reason at all. It pulls you out of your thoughts and that’s when you see that there’s something wrong. The four of them surround you. “W-woah!” You mumble, trying to tug your arm away from Soap. He doesn’t budge. “Let go Johnny- what’s wrong?” You ask, eyes darting around the room. You’re only met with hungering eyes. None of them make a move to stop him.

Before you know it, they’re lifting you up, the four of them slamming you down on the large oak conference table, a hiss leaving your lips when your back hits it. Only then do you see your Captain coming at you, Syringe in hand. “Woah! Hey wait! You don’t have to do this! What’s going on?”

“It’s a sex drug sweetheart. And we’re all infected.” He chuckles. His voice is far darker than before.

The syringe stabbing you in the arm has you hissing out, teeth clenched. He presses the back of it, injecting the liquid into you. “You now too.” He smirks. His gaze is dark as he looks at you. The four of them looming over you like a storm. Gaz reaches for your waistband and that’s when you know this is about to get serious. They’re like a pack of hungry wolves ready to tear you to shreds.

“Fuck.. smell so good.” Johnny groans. You get a good grip on the table and slam your heel into Gaz’s chest, making a mental note to apologize to him when all of this is over. You force yourself back, rolling off of the table and making a break for it.

You bust through the metal door at a full sprint and don’t look back for even a second. The rain is coming down fast and it’s hard to run through the mud but you manage. The dense forest around the compound will shield you from them, or so you hope.

Branches of pine needles and leaves slap past you as you sprint, your heart pounds in your chest but you know what awaits you if you stop.

“It’s alright!” You hear them yelling out to you. Clearly coming after you. “You can run but you can’t hide!”

The deep roar of Simon’s voice has chills rising up your spine. The drug is working its way through your veins now. You had to create as much distance as possible from them. You notice a stream and decide to take another way. Walking into it to conceal your footprints and using it for a while. It feels like you’ve been walking for miles when you finally step out of the freezing water. You’re sure there’s no way they’ll find you, so you settle down between some bushes.

You lay low and quiet. You’re freezing cold and it’s hard to hide but you manage it. The rain never lets up, and you never hear anything else, settling down to try to warm yourself up before you died from hypothermia. You have nothing, having taken all of your gear off in the conference room you had found. Bad move.

You wait. Shivering with cold feet covered in mud. When this was all over you were going to take the hottest shower you’ve ever had.

Once again, your mind fucks you.

You’re off in space somewhere when arms wrap around you. His deep laugh has you squirming. “You’re not getting away this time sweetheart.” He laughs.

It’s Ghost. You slam the back of your head into him, bloodying his nose. He’s dizzy from the hit, he lets you go and you take off again. This time there’s four sets of footsteps chasing after you, right on your heels. Like something out of a horror movie. Your lungs burn and your legs ache but you don’t make it far, a hand on your ankle has you colliding with the forest floor. You cry out when whoever had tackled you moves on top of you. They’ve got you pinned. You’re thankful that it’s just pine needles under you now, much nicer than the mud.

Your shirt is soaked and stuck to you.

You’re horny from the stupid drug and you know you can’t keep yourself away from them any longer. You’re still panting as they stare down at you. “Fine. You caught me.” You breathe.

They laugh. “Nice little game of cat and mouse, lass. Now it’s time to pay up.” Soap chuckles. He grasps the hem of your pants, fighting them off of you since you’re soaked to the bone. You roll your eyes at him. “You’re nothing but a bunch of pervs.” You roll your eyes. “Before, you were fighting us. Don’t see you fighting me now.” He chuckles. He’s right, you’re not fighting him. The ache you feel in your belly is begging for relief. “If I’m such a perv, tell me to stop.” He looks down at you. The moonlight illuminates him just enough. You can see his hand gripping his throbbing cock. He’s got himself lined up with your entrance. Legs pushed apart. The others have let go. Seeing you’re not putting up a fight anymore.

You shake your head.

“Do it.” You grit your teeth. He laughs. Pushing himself into your dripping hole. You take in a sharp breath, whining out. Hearing him chuckle at how pathetic you are. Captain Price raises your shirt up, thumb brushing over your nipple. You reach up and grasp his hand. You guide it down to your clit, hearing him scoff, shaking his head with a smirk. “Looks like the drugs working on you too. Little slut..” he laughs.

“Not gonna work, I like when you’re mean to me.” You look up at him, smile playing at your lips. He rolls his eyes, laughing when your eyes screw shut as he starts drawing circles into your clit as Johnny fucks you. “Such a bad girl. Ran away for nothing but fun hm? You like the chase sweetheart?” He chuckles. You wanted him to shut up, so you grasp his exposed cock. Hearing him sigh. “Shit…” he mumbles. He’s hard and throbbing. His body begs for some kind of release.

The primal need they feel to have a pussy on their cocks. It’s unbearable.

Soap is like a wild animal as he fucks you. Groaning out as he fucks you like a madman. Captain Price doesn’t stop circling your clit and it leaves you a writhing mess. Ghost looms over you, pumping his cock with his hand. They’re so pathetic and desperate, you feel bad almost. You look back at him, through your eyelashes. Eyes locking with his. It sends sparks shooting through him. The look you have, it’s nothing but filthy. You lick your lips and he knows immediately what you’re implying. He wastes no time scooting further toward you and you part your lips as he lines his dick up with them. They part as he slides into your mouth, nearly crying out as you take him down your throat. “Oh fuck…” he whines. You toy with the tip, tonguing it as he nearly cries from being deprived. They’re all so pathetic. “Come here, Kyle.” You draw away from Ghost for just a second to wave Kyle over to your free hand. He all but scrambles to you. The attention you’re giving them is more than they’ve had in months. “Oh fuck..” he whines. Your hands wrapped around them, it’s nearly too much. You take Ghost back into your mouth, your captains fingertips still dancing across your clit. Ghosts hand moves to pinch and toy with your right nipple, Gaz takes the hint and does the same to your other. You mewl at the stimulation. Feeling more at once than you’ve ever felt, but you can’t help but want more. You give them a few minutes before you fight against them. They worry you’ll run again but you prop yourself up onto your hands and knees, pushing Johnny down and climbing on top of him.

He’s surprised for a second. You move over him, sliding back down onto him. He gasps out. You grasp your captains hand and guide him behind you. “Oh shit..” he mumbles again. Realizing what it is you want. He spits into his hand, gliding it up his cock. Lining up with your ass. He teases your hole with his tip, getting you slick enough to handle him. When he slides into you and both of your holes are filled, you’re almost satisfied. You need just a little more.

Ghost stands over Johnny, cock lining back up with your lips and you take him into your mouth.

Johnny’s hands find your nipples as he fucks himself up into your pussy. You whine out, hand reaching out for Kyle’s dick once more. You wiggle your right hand free, gliding it down the front of you, finding your own clit. And finally, it’s enough.

You’re shaking after just seconds of being stimulated. To the point it’s almost too much. “Ah fuck- gonna cum.” Soap hisses.

You draw away from Ghost and the words leave your lips before you can stop them. “Cum in me- fill me up.” You gasp.

The drug doesn’t make him think twice before he’s filling your pussy. Crying out and bucking his hips until he’s too overstimulated to think straight, drawing away from you. He switches places with Gaz.

He steps away, obviously trying to clean himself up. The clarity is there now in his brain, the realization of everything going on is becoming clearer.

The other three still remain, all desperate to feel your walls clamping around them. Gaz has nestled himself beneath you, surprised when you move right up to him, raising yourself up with your knees and lowering yourself onto his cock. You’re close, you just need that final push to reach an orgasm. He starts thrusting up into you, once against feeling that same intense pleasure as before. He cups your breasts and your breath hitches in your throat. The knot is building, getting bigger and bigger.

“Oh f-fuck!” Captain Price gasps, hips stuttering as he reaches his high. He fills you up, wrapping his arms around your front and burying himself inside of you. He’s panting. Relaxing for just a second. Feeling the way your body lurches as Gaz thrusts up into you. Captain Price regains his composure and stands up. Taking a deep breath as he creates some distance. Ghost is quick to take his place. Your knees are tired from the hard ground.

Ghost lines his fat cock up with your ass, sliding into you. Filling you to the hilt with his big cock. You whine out, nails digging into his arms. He takes a deep breath. Lips right by your ear. “Deep breaths doll.” His voice is deep, sending chills up your spine. He pulls you flush to his chest, his shirt is wet and cold against you. His cargo pants are too, the only warmth you feel from him is his cock pulled through the zipper hole. He glides his hand over your chest and stomach, trailing it down your front to your nub, rubbing circles against it. Your breaths get more ragged and unsteady, a sob is clawing its way out of your throat. You’re shivering from the cold, the rain has never subsided. Your hair is completely soaked, Ghost moves it onto one shoulder so that he can leave kisses against it.

You clutch Gaz tight, his hand entwined with yours as he thrusts into you.

“Agh, I’m so close!” You cry.

“Me too…” Gaz breathes.

Rocking your hips into him, meeting his thrusts. He’s not going to last. He hisses, his pretty white teeth showing in the moonlight. You lean down, letting your head rest forward as they ravage you. “Ah- gonna… gonna- ugh!” Gaz moans out, hips jerking up into you as he fills you, not stopping for even a second as he rides out his high. He finally stops when he’s overstimulated and Ghost draws himself out of you. Lifting you off of Gaz. Gaz stands up, and moves to join the others in the building. You’re nearly fucked out, so close to being on the edge but just short each time. You’re desperate at this point.

“Hold on.” Ghost hesitates. He tugs his soaking shirt off, fighting with it for a second. He uses it to clean off his shaft.

“What are you doing?” You ask. “I.. I didn’t want to give you an infection or anything. Don’t worry about it.” He mumbles. When he’s gotten himself completely wiped off, he lifts you up onto him. “They’re so selfish aren’t they? Leaving before you’ve even cum.” He’s got a grip on your hips, guiding you down his shaft. You whine out. You’re fucked out but still want to cum so bad. It feels like your heart is going to beat out of your chest any minute, you want it so much. “How about you cum with me hm?” He breathes. “Deep breaths darling, hold onto me.” He pants. His grip on you is tight.

He keeps a steady pace. You’re right on the edge again.

“Cum with me.” He breathes. “Show me what you can do darling, go on.”

You bury your head into the crook of his neck, crying out as you finally reach your peak. It washes over you like a tidal wave, shaking against him. He grits his teeth and whines as he reaches his own high, filling your pussy.

He rides out your highs, raising you up onto him by your hips. You’re nearly sobbing when he lowers you from him for just a second. “Fuck…” you whine. “Here, it’s cold but it’s all I got. Put it on.” Ghost passes you his soaked jacket from earlier. It is cold but it covers you. He lifts you up, beginning the hike back to the building.

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“You all look exhausted.” Nik notes as everyone climbs into the chopper.

You exchange glances, resting your hand over your neck. There’s been a number of love bites left there the night before. You pretend like you’re rubbing your neck. Hiding your pink cheeks. “Uh.. yeah. It’s been a long night.” Captain Price avoids his gaze. “Ready to be back at base.” He laughs.

Nik notes the extremely quiet and awkward ride back to base. Ghost sitting a tad bit closer to you than normal.

“Does it hurt?” You mumble to Ghost. “What do you mean?” He asks. “You said you poked yourself with a syringe and got infected yesterday, does it hurt?” You ask again. “What syring- oh.. oh uh… yeah. No it doesn’t hurt.” He mumbles. “Where was it again?” You ask. “Oh uh. It was somewhere on my hands but the needle was so small so you can’t see it.” He lies.

You don’t catch the lie that he’s so clearly hiding.

His dirty little secret.

[local-crying-boy]

🅂🄸🄼🄾🄽 '🄶🄷🄾🅂🅃' 🅁🄸🄻🄴🅈

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 - 𝔻𝕒𝕪 4

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 '𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝' 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝: 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 /𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 742

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Simon Riley was a hardened, cold man. He was a soldier, a lieutenant. He shot at enemies and was frequently thrown into danger. He was tough. Intimidating. Threatening. Any adjective you could think of to describe a merciless soldier, that was what Simon was.

However, Simon Riley had a little secret.

You. You were the one person who was able to see the person that Simon really was. The opposite of the harden, trained soldier who didn’t fail to do his duty.

Today was one of those days where you were able to see that vulnerability he never let be seen by anyone, that he always kept hidden with thick and high walls.

He was sat up on the bed, his back against the headboard, you planted firmly on his lap with his cock deep in your pussy. He had his hands on the sides of your waist, your arms cupping his cheeks as you pressed your lips against his, causing the two of you to share a sloppy, but passionate kiss.

His thrusts up into you were slow and precise, he didn’t seem the type to do that due to his large and muscular figure, but he knew exactly how to pleasure you.

He let out quiet groans in your ear when the two of you parted from your kiss, he leaned his head on your shoulder, hands grasping tightly onto your waist. He knew you got off on the slow and steady pace, but he would always feel himself on the peak of breaking point.

He would hold off though, for you. He wanted to feel you come undone around his throbbing cock before he set his load deep inside of you.

“Fuck…” you breathed out softly, inhaling quietly as your heart raced in your chest, despite the calm, slowly paced moment. “Si…”

“I know…” he muttered, his hot breath hitting your bare shoulder, a low groan.

You felt as Simon pressed himself deeper inside of you, your lips opening and letting out a long moan. You leaned your head in his neck, and, before you knew it, you had your teeth biting into his neck.

It wasn’t hard, no, no. But it was enough that it caused a shocked noise to escape his mouth.

“Love..” he whispered quietly, groaning out quietly as he felt you kiss over the little bite marks.

He didn’t get much more out because you had done it again, well-taken care of teeth clamping down but not into his neck this time, onto his shoulder instead.

“Fuck.” He breathed out quietly, his hands moving down to your thighs and firmly grasping them.

You could feel as his cock twitched inside of your slick hole, your eyes screwed shut as a quiet moan escaped your lips. Your nails clawed down Simon’s back as you felt yourself drawing nearer.

“Oh, god… Si…” you breathed out, your pussy tightening around his aching cock, only causing him to let out a drawn out groan.

You pressed your head further into his shoulder, grinding your wet pussy against his aching cock, letting out a small whine as you wondered if your bites and nails were going to leave marks on the lieutenant.

“Goddamn it luv-“ Simon groaned out he could feel himself getting closer. “Are you close? You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Mhm- mhm..” You were able to hum out quietly as you felt his cock twitch in anticipation, his grip on your thighs getting tighter, crescent indents marking your skin.

You could hear the low grumble of Simon's groan in your ear, you could feel the faint rumble in his chest as he made those sensual grunts that only you had the pleasure of hearing.

With a loud gasp that had quickly faded into a long moan, you felt that knot in your lower stomach snap and your hips bucked towards Simon’s. The action only causing Simon to groan out with his mouth pressed up against your neck, his seed exploding through your hole.

Simon’s thrusts upwards slowed until the two of you were simply embracing one other while catching your breath, your head leaning on his bare shoulder and his face hid in the crook of your neck.

“God, I love you…” Simon whispered quietly in your ear, a phrase you did not hear often, but it meant that world to you when you did hear it.

“I love you more…” You muttered back faintly.

The two of you had stayed as a cuddly couple for a couple more moments, simply basking in the warmth of both of your body heat.

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Kinktober {2024} Masterlist

[italktoomuchxd]

Simon Riley loves knitting.

And he's good at it like?? You showed him a photo of a crocheted frog hat; next week you find exactly the same one on your desk.

Need a sweater? Hold up, he's already getting his yarn.

Riley ate your scarf? He can make you a new one!

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

Roach is the type of guy to create a website and rate his team based on personality, craftsmanship, communication skills, etc.

Soap is the type of guy to yell-type in Scottish every time he receives a low rating, or a negative comment.

Ghost is the type of guy who tries to hack and find out who posted his pictures on the website with the caption "Ghost caught on camera in an active military facility"

Gaz is the type of guy preventing the attacks and supplying more photos (being paid by Roach for this, ofc, with very high ratings)

Price is the type of guy who interrogates the team and removes team privileges one by one, because someone keeps posting pictures of his backside on a special page on the website dedicated to his "cake"

[skiplo-wave]

8ft battling ram of a man

[lytheruwu]

Yes daddy🫦

[robinthisbank]

TikTokers are such pussies when it comes to ships. “B-but they’re not canon 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😖😖” honey back in my day we shipped characters from entirely different medias uphill both ways in the snow

[incorporealmoon]

how i think your camera roll would look like if you were in a relationship with simon riley

he's so babygirl :3

[rusticfurnace]

im just projecting my... fixations (yes lets call it that) onto soap atp

[milomossy]

New Military Express headliner - Task Force 141

(ref ⬇️)

[pearlcigs]

⋆ virgin!gf

ghost with a virgin!gf who taunts you with your virginity any chance he gets

ghost with a virgin!gf who only lets you cuddle with him when your panties are off but the second you rub against him for any kind of friction he's done

ghost with a virgin!gf who loves watching you try to get yourself off but you can't seem to get the hang of it

ghost with a virgin!gf who sits you on his thigh while he works and let's you 'discreetly' hump his thigh

ghost with a virgin!gf who jerks his leg to break your rhythm when he thinks you're getting too close

ghost with a virgin!gf who will lay you on the bed and strip you of all your clothes, blowing on your cunt to watch it flutter with need

ghost with a virgin!gf who lets you jerk his big cock off when you get him too worked up (especially right before a meeting)

könig with a virgin!gf who finds joy in feeling you squirm in bed next to him at night from how pent up he makes you

könig with a virgin!gf who will let you cup your hands around the bulge in his pants for no reason other to compare how little your hands are compared to his dick

könig with a virgin!gf who encourages you to wear revealing outfits and you do in hopes that he'll break and finally fuck you (he never does)

könig with a virgin!gf who really wants to take your virginity and him not being able to have sex with you is really hard for him but the teasing and edging pleasure he gets from making you wait is worth it

könig with a virgin!gf who will deadass just tell people you’re a virgin to embarrass you

könig with a virgin!gf who gets your hopes up by saying that he'll finally fuck you but the catch is he'll only fuck you anally

könig with a virgin!gf who loves watching you give him puppy dog eyes as you beg him for any kind of contact

first part (same person, just different blogs.)

@neoarchipelago @i-like-knives-n-stuff @angethehimbosimp @cvmcollecter @multy-fandom-lover @multistan-247 @lilwingedwolfy @thisuserisaninfpgirl @fatisll05

[miniwheat77]

Imagine being a tomboy through and through. No makeup, no nail polish, no tight or revealing clothing. NOTHING. But your best friend on base is the complete opposite. Loves makeup, loves anything glittery, shiny and pretty.

Then the both of you get recruited for 141 and join their base. Meeting ghost and getting to know him and then suddenly one day you ask her to teach you how to put mascara on and she knows something is up immediately. Hounding you with questions and you can’t help but blush at her pressure which gives you away.

Soon enough you’re borrowing nail polish and she’s given you a couple lip glosses. A clear one and a slightly colored pink one.

She notices the way you look at him and get nervous, your usual hardened demeanor falters and that’s how she knows that this is real and the way you feel is real.

And than one day in the mess hall, he spots you wearing the tinted lip gloss.

“That new? Never seen you wear it before.” He mumbles. You look confused. You’re just about to sit down but he’s getting ready to go for watch. “What?”

“That stuff on your lips.”

“Oh.. uh.. yeah.” You rub the back of your neck nervously. “It looks nice, I like it.” He mumbles, turning to walk off. “Thank you.” You blush.

You stand there, stunned. Off in the distance, your best friend and Johnny also stand there completely shocked.

[v1x3n]

[italktoomuchxd]

ReligiousSimon!xPunkMaleReader!

He’s back here.

 

Where he started

 

Sitting in front of the grave, one of his loved ones... Johnny…

 

He sat there looking at the grave, talking about his days and making some prayers until the cross necklace around his neck started to burn his skin.

 

That day was no different. Sunday, he went to church, then the graveyard, first his mom and brother, he drove to the other graveyard, where Johnny is.

 

He liked Johnny. He was more than a friend to him. No, not like a lover; that would be a sin. Maybe like a brother... but his chest hurt when he thought of him.

 

The usual..change the flowers, Clean the grave, and make some prayers. Sometimes he cleaned the grave next to Johnny's. He felt sad for that poor bastard. It was an unkempt grave, and it was vandalized for him.

 

 

But today was different. He didn’t know he got out of his car and slowly walked into the graveyard when he saw someone on the grave next to Johnny's. It was the first time someone came to it. A dude was leaning on it, sipping a beer.

 

 

He rolled his eyes. Leather jacket with pins, a torn off tank top with plaid pants. He walked to him

 

"Hey, it’s not very respectful of you to drink on a grave.”

“Mh? Talking to me?”

 "Yeah, fuck off from that grave.”

"Well, is it your grave?”

 

Simon rolled his eyes. classic punks… They don’t have any respect.

 

“Get off before I punch you.”

"Well, it is my friend's grave; I'm not leaving anywhere.” 

Oh, so it was your friend's grave.

 

“Oh…Sorry for your loss.”

"Well, you gotta calm your tits, man. No need to be that mean.”

 “Sorry sorry… Call me Simon. Simon Riley.”

 “Y/N Y/L/N”

 “Nice to meet you... You should care about that grave more often; it looks vandalized with all the graffiti,” he said as he sat down in front of Johnny’s grave.

 “Yeah, I made them... I’m sure he liked it that  way." You murmured

 “He liked it that way? I don’t think so; he must be rolling in his grave,” Simon said as he pulled out the old flowers and changed them to new ones.

 “Your lover or something?” You asked

 “Last time I checked, Johnny was a male name," Simon replied briefly.

 “So?”

 “So what?”

 "Dang, you’re no fun... got a fire on you?”

 “What you’re going to light a candle?”

 “I need to smoke.”

 “Then no”

 “You’re a funny bastard,” you said as you got up from the grave, tossing the beer bottle away. “I liked you... Want some beer? It’s on me.”

 

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

Accidentally added to chat Y/N

Enjoy!!!

Soap added Gaz, Ghost, Cap and Y/N to the chat

Gaz: ???

Soap: I summon you to fulfill your oath.

Ghost: Not again

Cap: Mactavish

Soap: It all began in September

Y/N: Wtf?

Gaz: Who are you?

Soap: Shit

Cap: Did you seriously add a CIVILIAN to this server?!

Ghost: From this angle, you can really see his vein popping out.

Cap: Watch it

Gaz: 😆

Cap: You too

Gaz: 😬

Y/N: I am just gonna go

Y/N left the chat

Soap added Y/N to the chat

Soap: You are staying. And, you are helping. Clearly, you have been chosen to assist for this task.

Cap: Sergent!

Ghost: Johnny?!

Gaz: Kyle!

Ghost: ??

Soap: ???

Gaz: I feel excluded.

Soap: This isn't about you.

Gaz: Clearly.

Cap: Are you both on something?

Cap: John?!

Soap: He's talking to himself, asking if we are high

Ghost: Oh no

Gaz: 🤣😶‍🌫️

Y/N: Can I go?

Cap: Yes

Soap: NO

Cap: Sergeant

Soap: Captain

Y/N left the chat

Soap: But, they are prettyyy...

Soap adds Y/N to the chat

Soap deletes last message

Y/N: Saw that

Soap: Hehe

Y/N: This is creeping me out.

Cap: Don't worry. They are harmless. Stupid, but harmless.

Soap: Bullshit.

Cap: Soap

Soap: Ask the hostages we interrogated

Gaz: How do you always miss the point?

Y/N: Are you the mafia?

Ghost: Military

Y/N: Military mafia?!

Ghost: No

Gaz: 🤣🤣🤣

Soap: We are the good guys, who get information from the bad guys... in unsettling ways.

Gaz: That's about right.

Cap: Y/N

Y/N: Yes

Ghost: We won't hurt you unless you talk.

Cap: God dammit, Ghost.

Y/N left the chat

Cap: Nobody adds them!

Soap: Aww

Cap: We will meet them in person.

Ghost: Why?

Cap: Because a certain someone exposed our servers to them. We can't risk information leakage. Plus, we scared them away. Who knows what they expect, now.

Soap: Yay for visits. Nay for the rest.

Cap: You and I are going to have a talk. You are sitting next to me the whole ride.

Gaz: Yay, road trip. 💅

Soap:...

Ghost: This should be fun.

[sketchyfandomgirl]

Thinking of Ghost carting around a tiny notebook, it’s basically a keychain that hangs from his belt loop. The kicker? It’s cute. Like, uncharacteristically so, for a man like Ghost that is.

It’s fucking pink. With goddamn glitter and a cat on it. With a small, pink pen to match!

Everyone who’s seen the keychain all think they’re having a damn stroke seeing the stupid thing for the first time. It’s so small, like if was meant for a kid, so what the hell is a Lieutenant doing with a fucking keychain notebook?

The purpose is debated to this day. To keep track of all he kills in the field? Marking losses? Reminders for the future? Fucking journaling his feelings?? No one even know if Ghost ever uses it, but are well aware that the man is strangely protective of his notebook, like some sort of rabid dog. snapping at anyone who tries to take it, and god forbid someone touches it. At least they know he’s aware of the pink notebook.

But the real reason Ghost even has it? Why would he even carry such a dainty, childish thing like that? How could he even manage to write so small with such large, almost clumsy fingers?

It’s where he writes his jokes.

It’s his fucking personal joke book.