#cg! simon riley

[trashland-llamas]

Appa

Soap not being on leave at the same time as Ghost for once and so he’s at home taking care of their little one. They’re trying so hard to stay up to see their appa home. ‘Hun, he’s not going to be back for a few hours.’ Soap hates it too, the waiting. Being one of those saps that lived by a bunch of sayings. ‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder.’ ‘Worrying only makes you suffer twice.’ Not that they helped but he tried. Frowning as he heard them whine.

‘How about we get some sleep? It’ll make the hour pass by quicker.’

‘But what if I miss him?’ Small enough that they lacked object permanence. Soap not being any better with his ADHD. Often forgetting one sippy, making another, then finding the forgotten one. ‘Simon would wake you up.’ Pouting, they relented. Soap guiding them through the motions, verbally checking off the list as he went. ‘Teeth brush? Check. Pajamas? Check. Nightlight on? Check…’ Falling asleep as Soap read from the worn children’s book his little explosive picked.

Simon walked in four hours later, dropping his bag on the door mat. His gear and balaclava soon following suit, this time in the mud room. Silently tiptoeing through the house towards the little’s bedroom. ‘Huh, must be in Johnny’s.’

His heart cooing at the sight of his husband, their little curled up on Johnny’s chest, paci clipped to their shirt. The discarded book bookmarked by his face. Double checking the flash wasn’t on as he snapped a few photos. ‘Appa!!’

[gothghostiie]

In the spirit of all the awesome agere stuffs, how bout Simon with a little who gets vvvv sleepy when they regress??? They just an eepy lil thang

absolutely!!

cw: age regression

hmmm. simon adores his little any way they are, but a sleepy little thing like you? has his heart melting. he loves having you conked out on his lap, head sacked against his chest while you snore quietly, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job of making you feel little and safe. he can always tell when it happens, smirking at every little yawn you give.

"someone's a little sleepy, hm?" he murmurs softly, already pulling you close, no matter where or when, kissing the top of your head. "don't worry, I'm here." is all he whispers while rocking you a little bit, wrapping you in a blanket; or his jacket if no blanket is available. keeps humming or talking softly until you fall asleep. has loads of pics of you sleeping.

[caregiverlad]

my favowite fwowers awe cowal woses and gawdenias.. um.. was wondewing if you had.. um any ghost hcs fwom MW? i wike him a wotssss

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i hope you mean cg headcannons bc that’s what i wrote!

Cg Ghost (Cod MW) Headcanons:

Personally i Hc ghost as a flip, so i 1000% imagine you and ghost with matching pacis?! like hello?! that’d be adorable!!

I’m telling you this man would think you’re so precious and you could definitely get away with causing a ruckus

you’d decorate his skull mask with stickers and he has to use another one because taking the stickers off would be BLASPHEMY!

I imagine he’d give you one of his hoodies with his cologne sprayed on it, so you would have something when he has to go away on long missions.

he’d spoil you on shopping trips. saw a stuffie you might like? already in the cart. a coloring book you glanced at? swipe or insert card and follow instructions on pinpad.

you’d build forts together and watch movies in them. all snuggled up on the floor despite the perfectly fine couch right behind you.

very protective. if someone even dares to look at you wrong they will cease to exist. he will do everything in his power to protect his little one.

[littlespace-imagines]

New C.AI bots!

These bots are brand new! They might still be a bit buggy/OOC which is why I’m publishing them early to get a wide variety to help establish personality.

1.) Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley - https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=lr0le5uhYgoS5ztQIW6ulFz2Db2RzmuS5tsJkXCA3lw

Simon helps an injured!regressed! User after a mission goes wrong.

2.) Keegan Russ - https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=vRYF0XXFOlkWukDirxWYMwoB1x2keEGm7bhJUEcHBQw

Keegan catches user regressed and decided to involve himself.

[thelittlestgrove]

👻 Caregiver Ghost Headcanons ☠️

🕊️ General Caregiver Headcanons 🦴

A little tough & stiff, especially at first, but he's a good cg ^^

would do anything for his little one!! if you ask for it, he'll get it sooner or later- usually asap, he'll zip off and come back with whatever you want if he can get it quick enough <3 if he can't get it immediately, as soon as he can, he'll get it for you and give it to you as soon as he sees you next :3

comforting in little, soft touches- but, for the littles who have it rough, the worse it gets the more affectionate he gets <3 longer hugs, more frequently hugs, gentle shoulder rubs- stuff like that ^^

a very very protective cg! of course, he doesn't want to scare you too bad, so he usually pulls the offender to the side to talk to them (and intimidate them into being nicer to you), or quips back <3

🪦 Little Carer Headcanons 💀

colors with you so you feel less embarrassed sometimes.. esp for very small littles <3

will buy you whatever you want for gear, & will get some stuff that matches him, like skull pacis to match his skull mask ^^

a very soothing cg, it took him a while but when he learned what was best for you, he was always right there to comfort you. He's most comfortable verbally soothing you, of course, but if that doesn't help much, he'll try something else you like <3

🚬 Pet Carer Headcanons 📰

he gives excellent scratches & pets <3

(If you like bowls) he got two bowls for you when you told him !! they match ofc, a water bowl that with a blue skull and a food bowl with a green skull :) he'll never admit they were custom-made <33

(if you like collars) got you a black collar with a skull to match his mask ^^

my requests are always open!

[aew-kun-age-regression]

How you cope..

Pairings: Caregiver!Captain John Price + Caregiver!Simon 'Ghost' Riley + Caregiver!John 'Soap' McTavish + Caregiver!Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick.

Summary: The team finds out you're a Regressor. Heck. You find out you're a Regressor. You had never known there was a name for it...

Warnings: Subtle hint that Ghost regresses (Soap as a CG), Regressor!Gaz mentioned, they're in a helicopter for this one so honoury Nikolai mention :D, Not really knowing what regression is, slipping after a mission, nicknames (Soldier, little one, kiddo, sweetheart), Ghost calls Soap Johnny.

(Gender Neutral Reader)

A/N - I do fully intend to write a part 2 to this!!!

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

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The military was an interesting place, with this came different coping mechanisms be it working out till you drop or something else it was easy to dismiss what you'd see as long as the individual was coping.

As the Captain of the taskforce Price was acutely aware of how his team coped. (Mainly so he could help if needed and in some other cases so he knew that his family team were actually coping and not just ignoring their issues. Simon trained. He trained until he couldn't anymore which was when Soap would step in and comfort him. A lot of Soaps coping came from being able to comfort Simon, he thrived at being able to help his friends. And Gaz, well Gaz regressed and Price looked after him as his Caregiver.

That was probably why after a particularly hard mission on the helicopter ride back Price instantly noticed something was wrong. You had been awufully reserved, normally you'd be chatting with the team but that wasn't the case today. Originally everyone brushed it off as you just being tired, it wasn't unbelievable. The mission had been difficult, exhausting.

After a while of your had clumsily lolling to the side, bumping the wall of the hellicopter Price decides to speak up.

"Are you feeling okay Soldier..?"

"Fine Cap'tin..." You mumbled.

That had got everyone's attention. Even when tired you never slurred your words like that. It's then that it hits Price. You were regressing. Well actually more like you were regressed. He was used to this in his team, it was a coping mechanism that he had learnt briefly about before joining the military however upon Gaz struggling Price had learnt more so he would be able to help.

Price's tone turned fatherly (as though he didn't permanently sound like a dad)

"Are you feeling small..?"

You normally always shut down when you felt like this, it was easier to just sleep it off. Although you were well aware that it didn't really work.. You shrug wordlessly.

The others had been watching this interaction take place. Soap moved from where he had been sitting with Ghost, kneeling down infront of you. There was a gentle smile plastered on his face.

"Well what do we 'ave here? Jus' a wee little one?"

"Think that might be the case Johnny" Ghost replies, his voice somewhat softer than usual, although if you had been an outsider watching you'd never have noticed the slight change in tone.

Price got up and headed to the front of the helicopter, quickly conversing with Nikolai. When he came back he addressed everyone letting them know that it wouldn't be too much longer before you'd all be back at base.

It was now Gaz's turn to speak.

"Has this happened to you before kiddo?"

You nod but don't speak.

"Okayyy, do you have any items back at base?"

You give a confused head tilt, confused on what he meant by items"

"..things like plushies, paci's, colouring books.. things like that?"

This time you gently shake your head. Ghost sighs, he understands that...

Price then speaks up again.

"Well then we'll just have to change that, now won't we Sweetheart?"

[midnighmoonligh]

Can you maybe write Ghost + Child Regressor Reader who had an accident and got scared that Ghost would get angry or be disgusted? :3 You're one of the only people who write COD with a regressor reader and I love it!! 🩷

A/N

Ironically I had just been finishing up a oneshot book I made with this concept! This is just a chapter of it 🫶. If you want to read more I have the entire store post on wattpad here! Hope you enjoy overall and thank you for your request!

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Fandom

Call of Duty

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Characters

Y/N ; 17 ; Gender Neutral ;; They/Them ; little

Simon " Ghost " Riley ; 31 ; He/Him ; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Violence, War stuff, COD yk. Potty accident & internally shaming of self!

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A sudden anxious urge washed over you. You tossed and turned over the covers you had not put on yourself. You were trying to go back to sleep, but instead found yourself awake anyway. With a huff, your eyes finally peeled open. You looked out the window to your left, enjoying how pretty the moon looked tonight with the way the snowy clouds dropped layer after layer. The window seal was covered in snow, making it pile up on the sides to reach higher. You found it pretty, peaceful.

Until you felt it.

You felt a strange wetness, almost coldness too. Well, it was warm in some spots cold in others. When you shifted, the jeans you had fallen asleep in stuck to you. You froze in place at it.

The seconds ticked by as you began to process what happened. The anxiety you had felt when you were refusing to wake before hit you like a train when it had clicked. It was suffocating, quickly becoming hard to breathe as you process how embarrassing it was.

You had wet the bed.

You've never done that before, genuinely. You didn't understand what had happened and god you rather shrivel up and die than really acknowledge what had happened. You suddenly sat up in the bed, eyes darting across the room. First, they focused onto the alarm clock placed on the suspiciously chewed up night stand. The clock read 3:48 am. It was really early, or late depending on your standards.

Then your eyes fell onto Johnny and Simon. Both were now settled into the air mattress on the floor. You've never actually seen them sleeping together, so it was a bit of a shock to find Simon without his mask and laying on his side toward the door. John was also on his side, but pressed against his larger partners back with an arm tossed over his side in a loose hold. They had about four or five blankets tossed on then, most leaning toward the larger man in the bed.

You shook that shock from your mind since you confirmed that they were asleep still. With a shaking body, you began to rip off the sheets from the bed, tossing the blankets onto the floor at the foot of the bed since that was the only space free. You grabbed a spare pair of pants and underwear before scrambling out of the room. You'd worry about searching for new sheets later. For now, you went around as quiet as physically possible searching for the laundry room. You found it on the main floor, in the hallway under the upstairs. It was a small space, had a door too.

When entering, you closed it and turned the lights on. The sudden brightness made you flinched, but with the tears quickly filling your eyes you needed it to see better. You tossed the bedding onto the floor, the clean clothes on the surface of the dryer. Then you opened up the washer, happy to see it empty. With that being confirmed, you began to stuff the bedding into it. You were clumsy, feeling that fuzzy headspace wash over you as you berated yourself in your mind. Insult after insult, you didn't hold back on yourself. You couldn't believe you had done this. It was definitely a new one for the books, one you hoped to take the secret of it to your grave.

Suddenly, the laundry room door opened.

" What are you doing? " Simon's exhausted voice rumbled out from deep within in chest.

It scared you, making you visibly jump. He had caught you mid struggling to shove the thick sheets into the machine. You were quickly loosing your usual motor skills as you fell further into that, normally, comforting headspace.

" Um- I, uh, spilled somethin, " you told Simon awkwardly while trying to shove the bedding harder into the washer.

Ghost's expression was a mix of exhaustion and irritation as he observed the mess in front of him. It was evident that Ghost was already in a bad mood, and your little accident likely added to that.

" What the hell did you spill? " He sighed, moving closer to you and reaching out to take the sheets from your trembling hands.

You flinched as the bedding was taken from your shaking hands. You sniffled as quietly as you could manage while stepping back. Now you knew it was a matter of time before Simon smelled it. You stared at the floor in shame. The anxiety of the fact of what had happened hammering through you harshly. You've never done it before, it scared you.

" Don't remember, " you mumbled.

Simon's frustration was palpable, and as he picked up the damp bedding, his expression darkened. The smell of the accident clung to the sheets, and while not the most pleasant, he has endured far worse on the battlefield.

" Bloody hell, " he muttered as he looked down at the sheets in his hand before giving them a rough twist and shoving them into the washer. " I hope this was a one-off, " he said gruffly as he reached over and turned the washing machine on.

You continued to stare at the floor of the laundry room. You still wore soiled pants, tears spilling over uncontrollably while you wished you could just sink into the ground and completely disappear from shame. You didn't reply to Simon, deciding it was likely better not to.

Simon made sure the washer door closed properly before turning it on. Then he turned around and saw the tear stains on your face. His annoyance softened slightly, replaced by a mixture of surprise and concern. He crouched down to be more on your level, knowing it tended to comfort you when agere-related things happened.

" Hey," he placed a hand on your shoulder, "look at me, " he requested as gently as he could manage. It helped you realize his frustration was more at being awake, not directed toward you. Although it ate at you, you did lift your head for him. You blinked heavily at him so you could see him clearly. This caused your tears to practically pour.

" You know this is not your fault, right? Even the big boys have accidents sometimes, it's part of life. I'm not mad about the sheets, just... just be careful in the future, okay? "

Shock quickly washed over you. He was comforting you, not scolding you? It was gross what you had done, yet he was being so patient and sweet. You didn't deserve this, at least that's what you had convinced yourself. Despite what you told yourself, you did deserve this. You deserved every ounce of his love and affection.

" 'm sorry, " you mumbled up, raising your arms up to wipe your face even if it wasn't worth the effort. The words seemed to make you crumble. " Don know what happened, " you hiccuped as you began to cry freely at last.

Seeing you break down, Simon sighed and pulled you in for a hug. He held you tightly. It didn't feel right or fair, especially when you were still wearing gross clothes. It made you feel more guilty as much as you wanted the comfort.

" Don't apologize, it's okay, " he mumbled against your shoulder and slowly rubbed your back in soothing circles. " Sometimes these accidents happen and no one's to blame, " he said with a softer tone as he tried to soothe you. " Let's get you cleaned up and into some fresh clothes, yeah? "

" 'm gross, " you whined quietly, squirming in Simon's hold to get away from the hug. " 'm sorry, " you added, soon hiccuping out a sob.

Simon sighed, his annoyance returning as he tightened his hold. He wasn't as patient as John, unfortunately for you both.

" You're not gross. You just had an accident, it happens to everyone," he said firmly, hoping it would get through to you this time. "Now let's get you cleaned up, silly bug. "

With that said, he picked you up in a strong but gentle grip. Being picked up us 100% you're weakness, something you had found our several months ago. Mostly because Johnny absolutely loved carrying you around. In his arms, you slumped against him and calmed your crying faster than you'd care to admit. You buried your face into a mixture of his shoulder and chest, your favorite spot. Simon had turned off the laundry room light before leaving. He was quiet as he walked through the hallway, only a few steps before pushing obathroom downstairs bathroom door. He continued to hold you as he pulled the shower curtain closed and turned on the water. While standing there, he tested the water to make sure it didn't get too hot or cold.

It made you nervous, hoping that no one would be woken by the sound. The last thing you wanted to explain was your regression to John's family, let alone the fact you had an accident in the bed as a, now, 17-year-old. You didn't even want to tell Johnny.

Simon seemed to pick up on your nerves and spoke up, " Don't worry, Johnny's a deep sleeper and the others usually mind their own business. The shower won't disturb them," he said as he gently set you onto your feet. " Do you want help? "

You nodded without missing a beat. Both pair always made sure to ask, which helped in general. Even if sometimes the asking for permission to do something got a little out of hand. Without missing a beat, Simon began to help you out of your pants. He's become a pro at helping you with closed eyes too. You held onto his forearms for support while doing your part to get them off.

He knew how vulnerable you were feeling, so he spoke softly to soothe your nerves. " You're okay, " he repeated as he helped you step into the shower, clothes now disguarded safely. " Let's get you cleaned up, alright? You'll feel much better once you're clean. "

You hiccuped quietly and sniffled as you pulled the curtain of the shower closed. Simon waited patiently outside the shower, likely standing half leaning against the bathroom sink like he usually did at home. You did your best to bathe yourself, but you kept dropping the soap bottles and just about everything you tried to hold. The sound of it hitting the tile floor kept making your flinch. You felt so little, making it hard to control this bigger body of yours.

" It's okay, take your time, " Simon spoke up from the other side of the curtain, " You're doing great. "

The praise helped you. You sniffled and did your best. Somehow, you managed to not drop stuff as much. It did still happen, just not as frequently. When you finally finished, you turned off the water and peeked out from the curtain.

" Towel? " you mumbled quietly.

Simon's expression softened as he saw your clean face peeking out from behind the shower curtain. " Yeah, " he said gently, stepping closer to the shower and handing you a soft white towel. " All clean, eh? Good job. "

He remained nearby as you dried off, making sure you were comfortable and giving you a small smile of reassurance.

You to on the towel when it was offered, soon disappearing back behind the curtain to dry off. When you felt you were finished, you wrapped the fluffy towel around yourself then carefully got out of the shower. It wasn't an easy task, barely trusting yourself to not slip right now. However, with Simon keeping an eye on you, you didn't feel as anxious about it. You stood in the bathroom, shivering now from how cold you were without the warm water.

Simon looked around before spotting a robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It had one of John's sister's names on it, so he just grabbed it and plopped it onto you.

" Here, use this for now. "

" is okay? " you whispered as you wiggled around a bit to tie it in place and free yourself of the towel. It was big on you, not that you minded. Though you quickly noticed the ducks on it in a few spots. It made you giggle, so you showed him too.

" Oh that's cute, " Simon told you with a nod. He may not have agreed, but you didn't really care that much. " And yes it's okay, we're just borrowing it. "

You nodded slowly at that information. Taking his offered hand, he lead you all the way upstairs and back to John's childhood room. Much to your surprise, he was awake and laying on the air mattress, just on his phone. He blinked a few times when he noticed you two come in. First you, then Simon. He made sure to shut the door behind you two.

" Everything okay? " Johnny asked, quietly and gently.

You only nodded, looking to Simon who did the same. He didn't say a word. That much made you feel relieved and genuinely cared for.

" I noticed the sheets on the bed were gone, so I put a fresh pair on, " John told them while turning his attention back to his phone.

Nothing was added nor asked. It relieved you. Simon shuffled with you to the foot of both the beds, where there was a lot more space to comfortably stand.

" Anything you want to wear in particular? " he asked as he tugged open a drawer of the dresser in the closet. You quickly noticed the same, probably bite marks, all over the wooden furniture.

" 'm dunno, " you mumbled as you lifted your hand, soon chewing on your fingers. You just felt the need to have something to chew on.

" Hmmm, " Simon hummed as he shuffled through the clothes. " How about some sweatpants? I'll let you wear one of my shirts if you want. "

You paused your chewing to blink at you, even catching John look up from his phone in the corner of your eye. It had surprised you both. Simon was not a big clothes sharer, well willingly.

" Really? " you asked, sounding a tad more excited than you had meant to.

" Sure, why not, " he shrugged.

" kay! " you agreed, nodding your head and even bouncing a little.

It made him smile. In return you found yourself smiling too.

After getting dressed, with some help too, you ended up snuggling into the air mattress with Simon and Johnny. You were squished between them, though comfortably. John was still on his phone, smiling contently while he did whatever it was he was doing.

" Comfortable? " Simon has asked, getting you to look at him. You nodded after, moving to your side to face him then cuddling into his chest. He pulled one of the blankets to be around you better. " Good, " he sighed contently.

" Just relax now, we've got you, " he whispered before yawning and settling down himself.

You gently tugged on his shirt, making him look down at you. He looked barely awake, yet he still wanted to make sure you had everything yih needed.

" 'm wan 'm paci, " you mumbled you him, moving to chew on your thumb to emphasize what you wanted. He frowned.

" Not sure we packed it kiddo, sorry, " he told you sadly, hand rubbing your back.

You shook your head, shifting a little to your back to point to your backpack still settled in front of the nightstand.

" You packed it? " Simon questioned with surprise peeking on his tone.

" Mhm, " you admitted shyly. Yet, he was clearly proud of you with the way he squeezed you into a hug. Then he pulled out a spare pillow and smacked John with it.

" What on EARTH-" John yelped louder than he really should've.

" Y/N's pacifier is in their bag right next to your head. "

" Oh. "

John turned over to face where the bag was, tugging it over then shuffling through it. Soon, he turned over to face you both, showing off the prized pacifier he had fished out. You rolled to your back, opening your mouth for him to nicely place it in. Happily, you chewed on it. You didn't really move from there, clearly soothing yourself into such a sleepy state it was hard to move.

" So sweet, " the scot cooed as he shuffled over. He brushed some of your hair from your face, then snuggled up to you and Simon.

Judging by how quiet the older of you three are being, you figure he fell asleep at last.

" Better not kick in your sleep, " the younger man teased you. You huffed at him playfully, making him smile wider. " Okay okay, try to get a bit more sleep. Sure we'll all be up in a few more hours if you can't, " he told you, soon yawning too.

You caught the yawn, making him absolutely beam. He laid his arm over you, just above where Simon's was. Soon after, you were both falling back asleep together.

[8-rae-rae-8]

could i request cg!mactavish comforting a reg!simon on his period? craving some fluff for these two plus trans simon lives in my head rent free 🫡

you didn't specify so you're getting 2009 ghost and soap

(soap isn't referred to as johnny in 09 so,, beware)

CW Periods, minor dysphoria

1.1k words

Read on AO3

He's icky. The cramps started late in the middle of the night. Simon thought it would be okay to sleep. A mistake on his part, a big mistake.

Simon's seen blood before, cleaned it off of weapons and patched up too many wounds to count, but pulling himself from blood-soaked sheets always had the same, deep-seated sickness coursing through his veins. There's no possible way to miss the way blood drips down his leg, soaking through his shorts.

Another thing he ruined by his own negligence. He didn't think ahead, all he had been concerned about was being comfy in bed once his pain medication kicked in. He should have thought ahead. Now, it was either the walk of shame, or trying to clean up his mess here. Shame was already in the front of his mind, mocking and mean. He thought he'd get used to feeling like he wasn't a real man, but it burns deep. There's not even water to put out the fire. He has to simply shake it off and hope the fire doesn't scar him again.

Icky. The sheets would have to be tossed, along with the stained shorts, does he even have any pads in his room? He seemed to remember running out of the ones in his bathroom weeks ago. All of it felt too heavy on his mind, painful and too much.

He doesn't make it to the door before he's curling up on the floor. The smallest whimpers rumbling in his chest the longer he's sat there. It hurts. It hurts and he's so icky. Simon doesn't hear his own cries when they bounce off the walls, only the ringing in his ears and the sounds of gasping breaths.

Any surrounding sound falls on deaf ears. The knocking, or the buzzing of his phone; he doesn't hear it. Much to focused on the pain, the fear, the blood cooling on the tile. Everything blurs together, feelings blending until it's all just miserable. His legs pulled up to his chest, head tucked between his knees in such a way that burns his back—he doesn't move from that position. Too much.

Even as gentle hands settle on his shoulders, he doesn't move. Just the slightest shake of his shoulders.

"Riley..?" His mind screams that it's warm and safe. "Si, can ye look at me?" A warm hand settles on the back of his neck, smoothing out the sweaty curls at the nape of his neck. The voice soft, with that gravelly twinge that was perfectly unique to Mactavish. To the man he knew as comfort and protection.

It feels like such a big task, just something as simple as looking up at him. But he can feel the eyes watching him. So gentle, never with the overwhelming expectations when he's like this. Small, scared and hurting. He struggles far more than he should, but eventually his tear-stained face meets John's. Breaths coming in quick and strained.

"My love…" Mactavish hums, moving the hand on his neck to gently cup Simon's tear-dampened cheek. "We gotta clean ye up, huh?" He says it like it's the easiest thing in the world, like he's happy to do the rotten work.

Simon sniffles. He can't find it in himself to do anything but agree. Getting out of what felt like a puddle of blood underneath him would have to at least help a little.

All of the work he had to do was quickly diminished to a whole ton of absolutely nothing. Strong arms picking him up without missing a beat, no hesitation to get blood on his clothes. Ratty and old or clean, Simon saw the same thing, clothes he was ruining by just being offered help.

"Lay on me, aye? Gonna get ye in the shower and I'll get you fresh, warm clothes."

Simon didn't quite expect that Tav would be the one holding him up gently to wash away the blood. There wasn't any hesitation, just a gentle 'can I?' before washing off the delicate spots. He even took care of Simon's sweaty hair. Taking the time to dry him off and blow-dry his hair too.

Saying he was just small after would be an understatement.

'Teeny tiny Simon Riley.' He heard once or twice.

Simon certainly feels it now. Any sudden cramp, or heavy pain making him whimper and look up at John as if it would suddenly make it any better; depending on his caregiver for anything he could possibly do.

And Mactavish tries to fix it. He takes the work load off his little's shoulders and focuses on making him feel at least a little better. It's not like he doesn't see the way Simon shies away from looking at himself, the way his hand sleepily traces the scars on his chest. Whatever John can do, he'll do it for his boy.

"Almost done." He smiles at Simon while he unfolds the pad for him and gets quite literally everything else done for him. Redressing, then the sheets, then making sure Simon takes his medicine… For the longest time, Simon didn't understand that when Mactavish meant he'd help with everything, he would genuinely help with everything.

Simon nearly falls asleep on his shoulder when he's lifted back up. Steady, gentle steps to not upset his already hurting tummy. The second he goes to chew his lip, a pacifier is placed at his lips. Everything he needed was there for him before he could even ask. He loses track of how long they've walked, and before he knows it, the room smells different—warmer—and they're slowing to a stop. For a moment, Simon thinks he'll be laid down and left alone.

"All clean, dove, all done." John coos as he sits down, his little one in his lap. Again, Simon's head rests on his shoulder, soft eyes blinking with the effort to stay fully aware. Despite how small he is, despite everything feeling so big around him.

"'ubba…" He mumbles behind the pacifier shield. The aches dull just enough for him to wiggle into a much more comfortable position. His eyes briefly scan the room, different, but not unwelcome. John's room, safe and sound. Away from the icky mess.

"Bubba's here." Tav says it like a promise; he won't let go, he won't leave. He's here, holding his love so very gently. Simon takes it for what he understands it to be—he's not leaving this time.

After all the tears and unrelenting pain, he can't help but close his eyes. Sleep doesn't come, he doesn't expect it to, but he can simply rest. That's what he needs. Focusing on his bubba's gentle hums and just breathing.

[baby--b4t]

I have done it. I have changed ALL of my bots to a nicer format that my eyes and brain agree on.

Was: Ghost - CG || SFW /p | Pet/AgeRe | Nest

Now: Simon Ghost RIley || SFW CG /p | Pet/AgeRe | Nest

Some descriptions changed but only a few bots were affected! I also finally changed one of the Kaito bot pictures because they were both the same and it was KILLING me /silly (〃＞目＜) Anyways, let me know if theres any typos or weird spellings! It is currently 4:16am so I dont doubt that theres some kind of problem somewhere-

[gothghostiie]

age regression w simon?!? 👀

- 🔬

always<3

cw: age regression

Simon is definitely the King of preparation. no matter when or where, he always has just what you need. a paci? got it. fidget toy? got it. juice pack? take a wild guess. he wants to make sure he's ready for anything.

you just woke up from a nap in the car while you're on a trip with him, all fussy and little - you didn't even think you'd be regressing, so you didn't pack anything you may want or need. but si? he looks at you, seeing the slight pout on your face and he knows. "mornin' sleepyhead. did you have a good nap, hm?" he asks gently, testing the waters. when he's met with a whine he chuckles softly and reaches into the back, grabbing a backpack and handing it to you. your sleepy eyes light up when you see just what you wanted. he chuckles, ruffling your hair gently as you sort yourself out. "there ya go. dada always thinks ahead, doesn't he?"

[thatbxolivia]

christmas was usually not a time of year your daddy enjoyed. it was usually treated as just any other day and he really never bothered to explain why. you, however, absolutely adored the holiday, and for that reason alone, he was willing to indulge at least a little.

so there the two of you sat, on the floor, surrounded by ornaments. you were adding hooks to all of them so they could be neatly placed on the tree. you had picked a pink and black theme this year, and your daddy was happy to oblige your decoration request. you went for a cute/punk look and felt it was the perfect metaphor for the relationship you two shared.

“daddy, can you pass me more hooks?” you asked politely. your daddy hummed in response and handed you a few more. you thanked him and went straight back to work.

“are you having fun, kiddo?” he asked you, focused on the project at hand.

“i am, daddy!” you said, finishing the last ornament with your daddy soon following suit. “all done!” you danced lightly in your seat, excited to get to decorating.

“well, what are we waiting for?” your daddy asked, motioning towards the tree sitting in the corner. you squealed and picked up a handful of ornaments, immediately placing them on the tree. you didn’t have an exact map out of where you wanted every little thing, just a general finished look in mind. your daddy handed the ornaments to you as you placed them, knowing you wanted to do this part for yourself. he would reach the taller decorations when you couldn’t and would place them wherever you asked. soon enough, the tree had all of its ornaments, and all that was left were the lights.

“why don’t you let me handle this one?” daddy said, remembering the meltdown that ensued the year prior when you couldn’t get them untangled soon enough. you were embarrassed at the thought and agreed.

“okay, daddy.” you said softly.

“now, don’t sulk.” he told you, walking over and ruffling your hair slightly. “i’m just looking out for you, that’s all, baby.” he said. you nodded, watching as he expertly untangled the lights and threaded them through the tree branches. he plugged them in, and there sat your beautiful pink and black christmas tree with pink lights and a black bow tree topper. you were absolutely thrilled with your final result, and looked to daddy for approval.

“daddy, do you like it?” you asked hopefully.

“i love it.” he told you. “and you.”

you jumped with excitement and clapped, always loving the aesthetic of a lit up christmas tree.

“can i take my nap out here, daddy?” you asked politely, wanting to fall asleep to the lights. your daddy chuckled and nodded.

“if that’s what you want, go ahead, kiddo.” he said. you rushed and got ready for your nap, using the restroom and changing into comfier clothes and grabbing your stuffed bear, mr. honey. daddy had made a comfy spot for you on the couch and had your favorite pillow as well. you snuggled into the couch and he began tucking you in, laughing as you wiggled in and got comfy.

“thank you, daddy.”

“anything for you, princess.”

you remember dozing off to the faint pink light in the room as your daddy worked at his desk and knew you were safe.

[caregiverlad]

Hihihiiiii dada!! I gots a neww bwacewet kit!!!! I gonna make one for ghost from cod!! I wanna add a cool word or a nickname but I don't know what… any suggestions pwetty pwease?

-💐

hmmmm let’s see,

The Obvious:

Ghost

Simon

Riley

If it’s for a CG Ghost then:

Papa

Dada

Lieutenant

Mister

If it’s a Little Ghost then:

Bubba

Little Lt.

Si

Kiddo

[ronzombie]

F/O List

name / tag

Romantic F/O ( italic = poly)

- Connor Murphy / [ cm ] mumbling with you

- Simon Henriksson / [ sh ] smoke break

- David Leatherhoff / [ dl ] just like a pill

- Proinsias Cassidy / [ pc ] stoned on you

- Nancy Wheeler / [ nw ] kitchen lovin'

- Enid Sinclair / [ es ] perfect for you

- Davina / [ d ] apple juice and peach

- Codename V / [ v ] scarlet fever

- Kurt Kunkle / [ kk ] flashbang

Queer Platonic F/O ( italic = poly )

- Lisa Swallows / [ ls ] lipstick stains

- The Creature / [ tc ] coffee stained copy

- Dwayne Hoover / [ dh ] a little life

- Colin Gray / [ cg ] emo boy

- Riley West / [ rw ] who knew

Platonic F/O

- Dylan Lenivy / [ dl ] boy on fire

- Ryan Erzahler / [ re ] haunted

- Jared Kleinman / [ jk ] trippin

Parental F/O ( bold = biological )

- Lucifer Morningstar / [ lm ] deviled egg

- Eve (from Lucifer) / [ e ] deviled egg

- Dale Dobson / [ dd ] sun baby

- Mazikeen Smith (step-mom) / [ ms ] soul searcher

- Chloe Decker (step-mom) / [ cd ] detective

- Tucker McGee (God-father) / [ tm ] junior

Sibling F/O ( green = in-law )

- Violet Harmon / [ vh ] on top of the world

- Alyssa Foley / [ af ] tampax pride

- Evan Hansen / [ eh ] forest expertise

- Olive Hoover / [ oh ] little miss sunshine

- Trixie Espinoza (step-sister) / [ te ] looking out for you

Pet F/O

- Jangers Dobson / [ jd ] puppy prince

[ulkaralakbarova]

In 1960, a team of Israeli secret agents is deployed to find Adolf Eichmann, the infamous Nazi architect of the Holocaust, supposedly hidden in Argentina, and get him to Israel to be judged. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Peter Malkin: Oscar Isaac Adolf Eichmann: Ben Kingsley Hanna Elian: Mélanie Laurent Lothar Hermann: Peter Strauss Rafi Eitan: Nick Kroll Isser Harel: Lior Raz Zvi Aharoni: Michael Aronov Ephraim Ilian: Ohad Knoller Yaakov Gat: Torben Liebrecht Klaus Eichmann: Joe Alwyn Sylvia Hermann: Haley Lu Richardson Carlos Fuldner: Pêpê Rapazote David Ben-Gurion: Simon Russell Beale Fruma: Rita Pauls Vera Eichmann: Greta Scacchi Moshe Tabor: Greg Hill Dani Shalom: Michael Benjamin Hernandez Graciela: Rocío Muñoz Annia: Ania Luzarth Annie Werner: Tatiana Rodríguez Herr Werner: Ezequiel Campa Antonio: Aitor Miguens Dvora: Antonia Desplat Film Crew: Director: Chris Weitz Writer: Matthew Orton Producer: Fred Berger Producer: Brian Kavanaugh-Jones Line Producer: Micaela Buye Production Design: David Brisbin Associate Producer: Tom Daley Executive Producer: Ron Schmidt Executive Producer: Matt Charman Costume Design: Connie Balduzzi Director of Photography: Javier Aguirresarobe Producer: Jason Spire Editor: Pamela Martin Producer: Oscar Isaac Set Decoration: Florencia Martin Hairstylist: Florencia Grosso ADR Recordist: Noah Dunbar Sound Effects Editor: Adam Kopald Lighting Artist: Chris Rodriguez Post Production Coordinator: Matthew E. Schneider Transportation Coordinator: Nicolas Pollastri Researcher: Peter Cummings CG Supervisor: Michael Wharton Best Boy Electric: Ramón Cácceres Still Photographer: Valeria Fiorini Music Supervisor: Steven Gizicki Orchestrator: Jean-Pascal Beintus Script Supervisor: Claudia Morgado Escanilla Key Makeup Artist: Karina Camporino ADR Mixer: Michael Miller Special Effects Supervisor: Eduardo Puga Rigging Gaffer: Sebastián Mendelberg First Assistant Director: Ricardo Méndez Matta Special Effects Coordinator: Federico Ransenberg Grip: Ezequiel Cardoni Costume Assistant: Lucia Marmorek Digital Intermediate Producer: Patrick M. Allen Production Coordinator: Flor Colombatti Art Direction: Kendelle Elliott Art Direction: Rick Willoughby Hair Department Head: Suzanne Stokes-Munton Sound Mixer: Javier Farina Digital Compositor: Junyoung Han Assistant Camera: Alejo Giles Electrician: Javier Caña Rigging Grip: José Cangelosi Orchestrator: Nicolas Charron Electrician: Daniel Ring Foley Mixer: Randy Singer Sound Effects Editor: Ando Johnson Supervising Dialogue Editor: Lauren Hadaway Camera Operator: Matías Mesa Assistant Costume Designer: Soledad Muñiz Key Costumer: Pilar Gonzalez Main Title Designer: Michael Riley Boom Operator: Julián Catz Compositing Supervisor: Robert J. Bruce Visual Effects Supervisor: John P. Nugent Orchestrator: Sylvain Morizet Production Assistant: Adrian Fiszbejn Makeup Department Head: Jane Galli Foley Artist: Rick Owens Sound Assistant: Giorgia Garcia-Moreno Weapons Master: Franco Burattini Best Boy Grip: Enrique Vélez Key Grip: Ariel Vélez Post Production Coordinator: Vera Fabrykant Storyboard Artist: Poli Marichal Rigging Grip: Sergio Olmos Post Production Assistant: Max Pankow Art Department Coordinator: Laura Martinez Corfield Assistant Property Master: Mirella Hoijman Sound Assistant: Fernando Cornaglia Second Assistant Camera: Martin Dotta Music Editor: Terry Wilson Concept Artist: Pablo Olivera Digital Compositor: Saeed Faridzadeh Stunt Coordinator: Ariel Arredondo Lopez Dickson Costume Assistant: Juan David Troncoso Post Production Coordinator: Ezequiel Rossi Music Editor: Nevin Seus Picture Car Coordinator: Matias Di Capua Digital Compositor: Patrick O’Keeffe Visual Effects Producer: Edward P. Pedersen Assistant Camera: Karim Kachou Electrician: Julián Cantaro Costume Assistant: Delfina De La Cárcova Assistant Editor: Kevin Bailey Post Production Assistant: Eden Stelmach Transportation Captain: Diego Igartua Casting: Avy Kaufman Production Manager: Rodrigo Cala Matte Painter: Matthew Ribeiro Electrician: Walter Saavedra ADR Voice Casti...

[aew-kun-age-regression]

hiii i was wondering if you had any thoughts on how price or soap from COD would be as cg's with a sick little like they have a small cold? (i've been thinkin bout it cause it's tha season i have one lol) it's ok if not! -🐻

(PS, i hope you're doin good :D)

Hiii 🐻!!! M hoping these okay as I'm feeling small an these are kinda just general sick ones not just focusing on a cold as I've been feeling really unwell 😅 I done Price, Soap, Ghost and Gaz for these.

John Price

Price is such a papa an I definitely thinks he knows all the best remedies to feel better.

He would gives you all the cuddles!!!

If you get sad or slip younger when sick (like I do) he will come up with brilliant ideas to distract you, this might be watching a movie or show or doing some low effort arts and crafts.

Makes you your comfort food.

He makes sure there are always tissues, a bucket, water. Anything you might need near by to where the two of you are camping out, be that bed or the sofa, he is prepared for whatever the situation.

Big time encourager of naps to help you get better.

Johnny 'Soap' McTavish

I feel like Soap would definitely makes lots of jokes to start with about not wanting to get sick from you but he would also then quickly go against anything and everything he said by cuddling up with you.

Plays/fusses your hair.

Soap has definitely messaged or phoned Price for advice before. "What medicine should I give them" vibes.

Trys to keep you excited, he doesn't want to to feel down whilst sick :(

When he realises your sick pretty much the first thing he does is go and get supplies. (He was not at all prepared and definitely panicked when you mentioned not feeling well.)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost is very subtle with his affection. Now that's definitely not to say that he doesn't care but he is less out going about it over the others.

Sits with you, when you fall asleep he'll stay up for a while to make sure your definitely okay. Leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead once you've fallen asleep >

I feel like Ghost would make brilliant soup if you wanted it.

The definition of "you shouldn't be moving about so much if you're not feeling well kiddo. Why don't we watch something?"

He really just wants to make sure you're resting so you get better as soon as possible.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

As for Gaz I definitely see him panicking a bit. Logically he knows you'll be absolutely fine but he hates seeing you sick and unhappy.

He basically just sticks by your side the whole time your sick.

He will bring small toys to where you're resting. (This has ended with you falling asleep with a few toys practically still in your hand as the two of you were playing before hand.)

Watching shows/movies on his tablet/laptop/phone. Again this usually happens until you fall asleep 😂

[midnighmoonligh]

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Fandom

Call of Duty

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Characters

Y/N ; Gender Neutral ; They/Them ; little

Simon "Ghost" Riley ; He/Him ; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Violence, War stuff, COD yk.

Cursing here and there.

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Plot Summary

Y/N was having a hard time with your friends. You just wanted to be hugged, just for a few seconds. Simon fell victim.

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You and Ghost weren't close, but you got along well enough. You had your moments on missions you got assigned on together here and there. But otherwise, you guys didn't talk much. You had a relationship where you both agreed to tolerate each other, that's as far as it went.

Ghost was talking to a new recruit, giving them advice on hand to hand combat. He didn't even notice you come up to him. He jumped a little in surprise when you hugged him from behind and leaned against him. Though he told you to fuck off, you wouldn't let go even after he tried pushing you off.

" Fuckin' hell let go already, " he groaned, not even noticing that the recruit had left, leaving you and Ghost alone.

You had been ignored by your friends all day. There wasn't really a reason why you picked Ghost of all people to attach yourself to, but it was obvious you wouldn't be letting go anytime soon. Your eyes pooled with tears while you struggled not to regress, hands gripping onto poor Ghost's clothing.

You just wanted to be held, just for a little while. You felt so abandoned by the people you cared about right now.

The poor rookie Ghost had been talking to became extremely awkward. She looked back and forth between you two before taking a free steps back. Her eyes caught the Lieutenants, causing a yelp to escape her. She shrunk down out of anxiety.

" Excuse me sir-" she quickly excused before scrambling off. It left you and Ghost alone in the room.

Ghost grumbled and looked at you up and down before saying, " Kid, I told you to leave, " he was trying to get you off him, but you were still clinging to him. His eyes were beginning to soften a bit, although he didn't want anyone to notice.

You finally let go... sort of. You let go enough that you weren't hugging Ghost to death. However, your fingers still held onto the heme of his shirt. A few tears escaped your eyes, but you kept your head down, staring at the floor. With how hard you glared at the floor, it could've burned holes into it. You were angry, at your friends. So frustrated that they kept doing this, ignoring you, to you. Most of all you felt frustrated with yourself.

Ghost sighs and then looks down at you, his expression is a little surprised, but he still looks annoyed.

" What do you want? I thought I told you to get lost. I'm not a babysitter, " he says, crossing his arms over his chest. Although he was trying to be harsh, his tone was softer than he intended.

You didn't blame Ghost for what he said. You guys barely spoke, unless on field together. You lifted his free hand and tried to wipe away your tears while yiur bottom lip trembled. You didn't even know yourself why you came to Ghost.

Gently, you tugged on Ghost's shirt, as if he'd be able to understand somehow.

He seemed confused for a moment at what you wanted, but then he realized what you were gesturing towards. He sighs, seemingly giving in, and he bends down to pick you up. As he came back up, he glanced around to see if anyone was watching, but they're out of sight for now. As you were picked up, you arms gently wrapped around Ghost's neck, resting lazily on his shoulders. You completely slumped against him, clearly feeling better by the action. Though you let out small hiccups as you quietly cried. You were trying to stop but instead miserably failing.

" There, " he mutters, " Now you're satisfied I suppose. Now what? Get it over with then. "

Ghost seems annoyed still, but doesn't have the heart to put you back down just yet. Even if you were to be spotted like this, it would be fine. They wouldn't understand why he would let this happen, but it was clear you needed something, and he wasn't going to deny you that. Ghost sighs and he continues to stand here with you in his arms, feeling you relax against his body. He begins stroking your hair as he waits for you to finally calm down.

You only were like this, crying, for a few minutes after Ghost began to stroke his hair. It was maybe twenty minutes in total before you calmed down. You moved one of your arms to his chest, quietly sucking on his thumb as you kept completely slumped against him, practically curling into the larger man's chest.

" What's with the thumb sucking? " he asked, his tone was confused but gentle.

The instructor's weren't close enough to hear, so you didn't need to worry about that. Ghost was gently rocking you back and forth in his arms. His gaze was focused on your thumb, he was a bit confused. He's never seen someone who's not a toddler do that.

You didn't really reply. You we're so tired and the crying had made your regress. No that you could control it. You wished you could, but your regression is involuntary. You shifted a little in Ghost's arms to be closer to him, though it was literally impossible. You found himself cuddling into you, hiding even.

Your eyes flickered closed off and on sleepily as he rocked you. It only made you relax more. Even if you're an adult, you're acting like you're a young child. If Ghost was honest, seeing that was... oddly calming for a reason he hasn't ever been able to put a finger on. His eyes keep going back to your thumb, and he has a look on his face that's hard to explain. It's somewhere between curiosity and confusion.

You felt so little, falling deeper into little space. You cuddled into Ghost's chest as a small yawn escaped you. You felt so safe in his arms.

Ghost's voice was soft when he spoke in reply to your yawn, " Tired? "

You gave a small nod, you did feel tired. To you, your body felt heavy from how tired you felt. You nuzzled into his chest, fingers of your free hand gently holding his shirt. You refused to let go, as if he'd disappear. You could feel his body shift just a little, just so he could hold you comfortably. He kept rocking you back and forth, the movement seemed to keep you calm. Ghost was still confused a bit, by your thumb sucking and now the yawning. He wasn't expecting the behavior of a little child from someone who wasn't a child. He wondered what this was about.

Ghost doesn't know what to do in this situation.

You're acting like a child, and you're clinging onto him.

The only thing that makes Ghost think you're an adult still, is your height and your size. Everything else is screaming to his brain that you're probably a toddler now. His gaze goes to your thumb, you're still sucking on it. It's as if you're a toddler clinging to their security blanket. He swallowed thickly.

" Kid? Are you alright?... "

You shifted a little bit, clearly having fallen asleep for a few seconds before hearing Ghost speak. You let out a tired yawn, moving your free hand to rub his eyes childishly. Your mannerisms were so different compared to before. You gave a small nod though, reassuring Ghost that you are, indeed, okay. This seemed to sooth the older man.

A quiet chuckle escaped him. He still didn't understand what was going on. You still have your thumb in your mouth, you acted exactly how a toddler would. Ghost looks at you for a moment, and for a few seconds, this situation felt normal. There was a little child in his arms, and he felt like a father watching his child go to sleep. But then he snapped out of that, remembering that adults don't act like children.

By the time Ghost shook off that mentality, you had fallen asleep. Your thumb lightly hung from your lips while you let out soft, calm, breaths.

Ghost still felt confused by this, but you seemed perfectly fine. You were just acting like a child, there was nothing that seemed wrong.

He let out a faint sigh, and decided to take you back to your bunk. He took each step carefully, trying not to make any loud noises. He eventually made it to your bunk, and he put you on the bed, leaving your thumb in your mouth. He then sat on the edge of the lower bunk, carefully watching you, just in case anything was wrong.

Once set into the bed, you curled up on instinct. You shifted for a few minutes before settling down and falling right back to sleep. Your thumb kept in your mouth while you slept peacefully all curled up in a small ball.

Ghost was still conflicted, confused even. You didn't look sick or anything, and you weren't in any physical pain. Yet, you acted as if you were a tiny child. Your mannerisms and behavior were nothing like that of a grown adult. But then, even after he had thought that, he saw you curl up and go back to sleep, just like a little child.

" What the hell, " he muttered softly, leaning his head back against the wall behind him.

As his eyes flickered over to you, he spotted you softly chewing on your thumb. It made him smile a little. Ghost's eyes soften after as he watched you. His expression seemed a little concerned, but he didn't understand why he felt that way.

He sighed and stood, moving over to the closet in the bunk to bring out a blanket. After a moment, he covered you up with the small blanket, tucking you in so you don't get cold. Ghost then stood there watching you for a few seconds. He watched as you nuzzle into the new warmth of the blanket. He stood there unmoving until he realized he should really let you rest.

Ghost took one last look at you before he left. He made sure you were comfortable before he left the room. That's when a thought ran through his mind, and his eyes widened a bit.

Did you just regress in front of him?

He had no idea why a fully grown adult would regress, but he had a gut feeling that's what had just happened.

***

The next morning, you were up and doing your usual routine on base. You looked just fine and no longer was regressed, at least for now. You had gotten some amazing sleep, the best sleep you've gotten in a long time.

Currently, you were helping some rookie with cleaning their gun, giving tips and generally teaching them.

Ghost kept an eye on you, but he didn't want to interfere. He was honestly still confused by why you had regressed like that, but he figured it probably wasn't the best idea to ask just yet. He was also still a little surprised to see you acting your age and no longer in that childish state from last night, not that he knew that much about age regression.

After about an hour, the rookie thanked you and left, leaving you by yourself. You still felt odd considering the new recruits as rookies, given just tow years ago you were one too. You gathered a few things, making sure everything got placed back where it needed to go while trying to clear your mind for you next task of the day.

Ghost had been watching the rookie leave, but he looked at you when you were about to place everything in its correct spots. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looming over you unintentionally from afar. He didn't know how to approach you right now. He was awful at this, emotions and bonding with people. It was so much easier when the other person was an extrovert.

" You going to keep staring at me like I grew two heads or-? " you joked as you slipped some things into place again. You glanced over to him as a playful smile crossed your lips.

Thank god you said something.

" No, " he bluntly replied. His cool demeanor back at full force. Not that he was all that warm the other day. Ghost pushed himself off his heels and walked towards you, standing beside you but keeping an arms length away.

" Last night..." he muttered, his tone was gentle, "...Were you regressed?...."

You took a moment to process what Ghost had said, however when you did he looked away with shame. Your head lowered, slightly hiding behind your messy hair.

" Yeah, " you admitted awkwardly, anxiously even.

He was a bit surprised by your quick answer, but he is very gentle about this information.

" Why?..." he asked, not in a condescending or questioning tone of voice, just out of curiosity. His tone is still gentle and calm, he even sounds slightly concerned.

" If I knew that I wouldn't regress at all, " you chuckled with a playful smile, though a weak one. You were trying to make the conversation less awkward. Your gaze practically burned into the floor.

" I'm sorry, " you whispered.

Ghost let's out a small sigh, " Don't be, I'm just curious. And you don't need to apologize. It was just... really strange to see. "

He doesn't mention the word 'cute' but when he was saying strange, he meant it in a good way. He couldn't deny how cute you looked while you were regressed last night. However he felt that it would only add to the tension in the air right now.

" It's not that, I'm sorry I did it, " you clarified with a small shake of your head.

You fidgeted with your hands, picking at your gloves with nothing but pure guilt showing on your expression.

" How long does this last? When you regress, I mean, " he added after a few moments.

You lifted your head a bit at the question. It surprised you with how much interest Ghost was showing in your regression. With a deep breath, you looked away and gently swung your hands back and forth at your sides a few times. Then they settled down. You shifted your weight to be more on your heels.

" I mean, it depends. The shortest I've gone is an hour. The longest I've regressed was... a year, " he hesitantly spoke.

Ghost's head raises a bit in surprise, " A year? " He cleared his throat before gathering his thoughts again. " Wait...a year? As in 365 days...that long?..." He is speechless by that, he wasn't expecting to hear that the longest regression you've had was a full year.

You stared at the floor, giving a nod to confirm Ghost had heard you correctly. You gently leaned back against the table behind you. Your heart was racing in your chest. You didn't remember much about that year, but every time someone reacted like this it always made you feel so guilty about it. You couldn't even control it, but people managed to make you feel this way.

Ghost was speechless for a few moments. He just stared at you in disbelief, and you could tell he wasn't expecting that at all.

" Are you...you're not joking right?... You're serious?... " his voice was quiet, still processing the information you gave him. You were regressed for a full year? How is that even possible?

" I wouldn't joke about something like this, " you mumbled as you gently rubbed one of your arms in an attempt of self comfort. You didn't know what to think of Ghost asking you so many questions about your regression.

Ghost's mind had gone completely blank. A full year, what could make someone regress for a year? He didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to ask, but he didn't want to be rude or hurtful if this was something sensitive.

" A year...did something happen? "

You only gave a small shrug. You didn't reply for a long while, maybe about thirty minutes in the least before you sighed in defeat.

" I was having a hard time in high school. I don't really remember that year, but I remember the beginning of it. I don't know what triggered it, but it just felt better to be that way. "

Ghost's eyes widened a bit when you finally told him *why* you regressed for that long.

" You don't remember a whole year because you regressed? " he asked, a genuine and gentle look on his face. He seemed a bit confused, but he understood the reason behind it. High school definitely wasn't the easiest period of time for anyone. " Did you need anything to end it? Or did it just end on its own? "

You gave a small shrug at the first question. You weren't really sure how to reply, so that's what you settled for. The next you could answer, at least.

" I don't know, I guess it ended on its own. Eventually I just started regressing less and less. "

" Did you have anyone to help you while you were regressed for that year? Or a way to make sure you were safe? " he was now a little worried about what you went through, he still couldn't believe that a person could regress that long. " Were you ever in danger? "

" Yeah I did have someone, " you reassured quickly.

" Did they know how to help and take care of you? "

The question surprised you a little. It was the past, so you weren't sure why he was focusing on it so much. Obviously you ended out just fine, you were still here living. Ghost seemed really focused on what you just said, he was just making sure you were alright when you regressed that much.

" If you don't mind me asking, who was the person that helped you during that time? "

" Yes they did, " you sighed, looking visibly uncomfortable by the topic. " And I rather not talk in depth about this, please. "

Ghost nods, letting you know he understands that. He doesn't want to pry any further.... but he does have one last question, " I know you don't want to talk about it in depth, but can you at least tell me how the person who helped you during that time was related to you? Family, close friend, significant other, etc? "

" Ghost, " you warned in a low tone.

He sighed, he didn't want to push you to talk about something so sensitive. He knew he should've held his tongue, " Right, sorry. I understand. "

As he finally dropped it, you felt the tension drop from your shoulders.

" I apologize, I shouldn't have asked that, " he gave a more clear apology.

You can tell his tone is sincere, he really was just apologizing for pushing the question that far when it was obviously causing some emotional pain for you. Either way, you weren't really upset with him. You just wanted him to stop pushing.

" Alright, I won't ask about it again. Can I ask an unrelated question though? " Ghost offered. The offer made you raise an eyebrow.

" Yes you can, just be respectful. "

" Do you like me? " he randomly asked.

He isn't asking that question in a romantic or inappropriate manner. He has noticed more and more how your mannerisms and personality seemed to change depending on who you're interacting with. He was honestly just curious as to your true thoughts of him.

You blinked in surprise by the question. You weren't really sure how to answer. You guy's weren't close, hardly could call each other friends. Honestly, this is the first time they've ever really talked one on one that didn't involve a mission.

" Well I don't hate you, " you chuckled.

Ghost gave a small chuckle, " Well yeah, I kind of figured. But I meant in a more personal sense. Like, you know, do you see me as a friend, or you feel neutral about me? "

He wanted to get a grasp on where you stood concerning your relationship with him. He may not be your closest friend, but he wasn't your enemy either.

You hummed in thought, looking away from him as you placed an item back where it went. " I guess neutral then. "

Ghost nods, he's fine with the answer he received. He didn't need you to outright say you were his friend. This would leave him content. Besides, it made sense. He wasn't entirely sure why he was concerning himself with this, with your opinion of him. After seeing you regressed yesterday, he guessed he felt the need to feed that curiosity of your relationship.

" Can I be honest with you about something? " he asked, his tone was genuine.

" Only if you want, " you replied with a soft shrug, not really caring what Ghost did and didn't share with him. Regardless, he'd cherish it.

While waiting for his reply, you finally finish up putting everything back where it went. With the task now done, you stood facing the older man with your arms crossed over your chest. You remained patient for him. However, much to your surprise, he spoke fairly quickly.

" I think you're cute. "

Ghost hadn't meant it in a romantic sense, but the sincerity in his tone is sincere. Your regressed behavior was the most adorable thing he saw in a long time, and he couldn't help but be drawn to it.

" I mean, uh, I didn't mean it like in a romantic sense, " he awkwardly clarified.

You were surprised by the complement. You blinked a few times before your expression softened at Ghost's awkward clarification. It was funny to him, though appreciated. Out of little space you weren't interested in romantics, besides books and movies. You're aromantic, to put it simply.

" Thank you, that's sweet, " you chuckled out with a rare smile.

" You really were cute though, I had no idea you acted like that. It was..." Ghost's words trail off, but his gentle smile on his face remains. You were really adorable when you regressed. Something about that was...comforting for him, it was soothing in a way.

You gave a small nod, gently fidgeting with your hands in front of yourself. You chewed the inside of your cheek as a for seconds silence fell between them. It was comfortable.

" If... if you're comfortable with it, you can see me like that again. Regressed, I mean. "

Ghost's eyes widen a bit. He had never expected you to offer such a thing. Frankly, he didn't think he would ever see you regressed like that again. Surprise over took his excitement, at least for now.

" You...would let me see that again? Are...are you sure? Are you comfortable with me seeing you like that? " He sounded a bit nervous, but also excited to see you in that state. It had caught his attention and he loved the way you acted in that regressed state.

You inhaled slowly and deeply to rid yourself of your nerves. " I am, but it's 100% your decision. I understand if you don't want to. "

Ghost's mind was going through a lot of different thoughts about this. Does it change anything to our relationship? Is it weird to be comfortable with seeing someone regress? But at the same time...

" I...I guess I'm comfortable seeing you regress again...if you're really sure about this...that it's okay for me to see you like that again..." His voice is quiet, he's still unsure if it's the right decision to agree to this. What if it turns out wrong?

" I have things to take care of still, but I'm free tomorrow if you are, " you offered.

Ghost nodded, " Sure, I think tomorrow sounds good...I can stop by after you finish your regular tasks for the day. Would that be alright with you? "

He's still a bit nervous but he's getting more comfortable with this choice. He had really enjoyed seeing you regressed, and if you were comfortable with agreeing to this, he felt the same way. It would be a nice way to unwind.

" Mm, my room probably wouldn't work. My bunk mates are always around, " you sighed and shook your head. " Lazy ass's, " you grumbled.

* Hm...maybe you could come stay with me in my room? I don't have any issues there. It would be a bit more private anyway, " Ghost offered the solution with ease.

It made you nervous. You never expected to see Ghost's room. Frankly, you never thought you'd share a conversation with him. This felt awkward, yet you were glad to form a bond with him. Maybe it would be useful in the future.

" If you're sure then okay, " you replied with a small nod.

Ghost was sure about this decision. He felt comfortable with seeing you regress, and felt comfortable with you being able to relax around him and be your true self. It'll be wonderful for him to watch you go through that again, and to be able to be a part of it all once more.

" Alright, it's settled then. I'll see you tomorrow then, right? "

Before you could reply, the same rookie from before popped in an asked for your help. You flashed Ghost a sheepish smile before giving a quick wave of goodbye and following the person out of the room. The plans were made, you were just a bit busy still.

Ghost looked a bit disappointed that you were called away suddenly, but he understood. And besides, you were going to see each other tomorrow anyway. He just nods, knowing that at this point, you'll be seeing each other in roughly a day, so he decides it would just be best to wait it out and not take up more of your time.

" See you tomorrow then, " he said, giving you a wave of goodbye.

He then stepped out of your room as well, leaving you to take care of your duties and tasks for the day.

Alarms blared through your system. Your body shot awake, releasing you from the nightmare it had previously trapped you inside of. While your body shook, you struggled to get your hands on your alarm clock. Even after you managed that, it took several tries to get it off.

Six A.M.

That's what the time showed. A groan escaped your lips as you rolled over onto your side. Your roommates were already lecturing you about your alarm, complaining that you are always slow to even reply to it, let alone turn it off. You couldn't really help it. Most of the time, the noise was the only thing that ever let you escape the torture your mind pushed your through.

You pulled your blanket over your head after hearing the door shut. Silence, finally. Your body slowly began to calm before you were reminded of your plans. Apart of you wanted to cancel. You were severely needing rest, in many ways. However you knew regressing would also help you rest well.

After twenty minutes you finally peeled yourself from the nest you had made in such a short amount of time. You weren't shaking as terribly, but it was still there. As you got up, you quickly got yourself ready. You threw on comfortable clothing, clothing that you could leave the room in without turning heads... which was just a sweater and sweatpants. The sweater was a lighter grey then your sweatpants, not your choice, but they're warm as fuck.

It's cold today.

You noticed the cool breeze creeping through the window in your room. The damn thing never shut all the way, leaving the room freezing cold at night. Especially in the winter.

Now dressed you decide that maybe you should bring a few things, just in case. You grab this work backpack from under your bed, an ugly green shade, then open it. You begin to decide what you'll bring.

Your favorite stuffie, a friend for your favorite stuffie, a small case of Pacifiers (it held two) that were clean, a sippy cup, then a change of clothes.

You never really know, frankly. Things happened and it was never a bad thing that those things happened. Chewing on your bottom lip, you make sure that's everything you could think of needing. Maybe you should bring some things to do?

With a quick glance, you notice it's already almost seven. A curse escapes you, one you quickly wince at. This nightmare had been bad enough that you were starting to slip... plus packing these things was making you a little excited, as nervous as you were. Did Ghost even have experience with littles?

Crap, right, don't need to be there late.

Though neither of you set a time for you to be there, it tended to be an unspoken rule that you always arrived to plans fairly early. Besides you didn't want to stay in your room. Otherwise you'll 100% go back to sleep. Zipping up your back, you tossed your shoes on. You slung a strap of it over your shoulder before quickly leaving. At least this time you remembered to check for your keys too...

It was very little time before you reached Ghost's room. It was pretty far from yours. You're only a private, in all fairness. Plus he didn't have to share his room like you did. He had his own space...

Man you're anxious.

Taking some deep breaths, your shaking hands knocked on the door. The opposite held onto the strap on your shoulder to keep the bag from falling off. You, once again, began to chew on your bottom lip whole waiting for the older man to answer.

Apart of you worried that he wasn't awake. However, as the door slipped open, that worry poofed into none existence. Out of habit you did your best to hide your shaking hands. Though you knew you really shouldn't do such a thing when a caregiver was right there in front of you, available and willing to bring comfort.

" Hey, nice to see you. Ready for the day? "

Ghost takes a step to the side, letting you into his room. His room is nicely decorated, very clean, although it's nothing too special. The decor can be best described as simple, yet cozy. It looked like no one lived there, yet had so much personality. His desk scattered with paper work and books, on top rested some disguarded gloves. His bed had an interesting collection of blankets and pillows. They looked soft, comfortable.

You kept chewing on your bottom lip as you were greeted by Ghost. One hand calmly rested by your side while the other fidgeted with your bag.

" I guess, " you nervously replied, though your hands were shaking softly while the remnants of the nightmare you had woken up from remained.

Once you had felt you had taken in enough of his room, you slowly walked into it. You were careful not to bump into him when doing so. It wasn't a large space, but it had enough room for the both of you. As the door clicked shut, your anxiety worsened. You felt the familiar fear of allowing someone to care for you. What if he wasn't a good caregiver? What if he'd do something bad? All these questions and more began to file through your mind.

" Come here, " Ghost suddenly said. He gently, stepping a bit closer to you and taking your hand to lead you up onto his bed. It didn't have to be anything more than just to sit beside him.

You blinked in surprise. His touch ripped you out of the dark crevice of your mind. He held your forearm so gently, so much more than he has ever before. You stumbled while he pulled you, having a hard time with mobility simply because you hadn't expected his actions. You didn't really feel little still, but you could definitely feel it creeping up on your mind.

Ghost noticed that you were stumbling, so he sat on the edge of his bed. Once settling onto the bed, you struggled to suppress a yawn while setting the bad down on the floor by your feet that hung off of it. You were right, his bed is comfy.

" Is it okay if I ask you something? "

" Ummm... okay, I guess, " you replied with anxiety lacing thick in your tone.

He pulled you into his lap, and just sat you there. He tried to comfort you as he stroked your back. You chewed the inside of your cheek, but didn't argue to being tugged into Ghost's lap. You slowly relaxed into the older, just leaning against him.

" You okay? You seem a bit nervous, and a bit little. Did you have a hard time sleeping last night? " his tone is gentle as he tries to get you to relax a bit more in his embrace.

" Mm, had a bad dream, " you mumbled out in defeat.

Ghost's eyes widened a bit, "Oh no, what was it about?" he asks curiously, keeping his tone soft in an effort to being you comfort. If he didn't know better, he'd think you were only just a few years old. " Do you want to share it with me? "

You sank into him a little more, picking at your hands while thinking about it. Now that you thought about it, you didn't really remember. However you still couldn't shake the sense of dread and fear.

" 'm don remember, " you mumbled, your regression beginning to show through your speech.

(I don't remember)

Ghost notices your speech change a bit, and you acting very little, so he immediately understood that you were regressed. He stroked your hair with one hand and just held you close with the other. Your little mannerisms made him smile, it was so cute to see.

" Well, if you don't remember the dream, then how about we play a game? " he offered.

You seemed hesitant at first about the idea of playing right now, but after thinking about it you realized it would probably help you feel better. You nodded softly and looked up to Ghost as you stopped picking at your hands.

" mm, wa game? " he asked, wondering what game he had in mind.

(Mm, what game?)

Ghost smiled, "Well, how about we play pretend? You remember how to pretend, right?"

He has a little mischievous grin in his voice when he said that. He wanted to see how little you could regress to. He really is curious about you and your little self. You hummed a little before nodding so quickly it made you a little dizzy. You wiggled a little in your spot, feeling a bit lighter at the idea of getting to play with Ghost.

Ghost chuckles in response the the sudden shift in your mood, " Alright. What should we pretend to be? Or... do you want me to choose? "

" 'm wan.. " you paused, seemingly struggling with what to call him for a moment. " 'm wan yous to picks, " you pouted and rested your head against his chest.

(I want... I want you to pick)

" Alright, little one, " he gently replied. " I'll be the Daddy, and you're going to play the little one. Do you think you can do that for me? "

You were surprised by this, honestly. You sort of realized Ghost wasn't wanting to play, but rather doing things to help you be little.

" You... Daddy? " you asked quietly, looking nervous about it.

" Yeah, I'm going to be your daddy for now. How's that sound? "

He continues to stroke your hair, he knows you're nervous about this situation, but you're beginning to settle into your regressed state. He's trying to keep you in it.

" Do you like being my little one? "

You chewed on your thumb for a little while before nodding. It made you happy that Ghost wanted to be your caregiver so much. You rubbed your cheek against him as you let yourself relax finally. You felt so little as a result.

Ghost chuckles, " You seem pleased with this, little one. You're being a good baby for me. I'm very proud of how well you're being for me right now. "

He then starts to pat you on the head and he just gently plays with you like you're his little child. He really enjoys the feeling of holding you close. You were trying to suck on your thumb, feeling the familiar need to do so.

" Can Daddy have a hug? "

You blinked a few times before tugging yourself up and hugging him. You leaned against him happily as you did so. Ghost holds you tightly and he keeps patting your head, you're being so good for him, he loves the feeling.

" You like being in Daddy's arms, don't you? " he asks in a quiet whisper. You're being so good, and he wants to let you know how proud he is. You've been a good little one.

" mm, likes it cause 'm comfy, " you huffed quietly. You we're really clingy when you were little.

(Mm, I like it 'cause it's / I'm comfy)

Ghost can't help the huge smile that grows on his face when you tell him you're comfy in his arms, it just makes him want to make you happy even more.

" Good boy, " Ghost praises you, " You like being daddy's clingy baby, don't you? " His tone becomes slightly lower, and he keeps petting your head.

You squirmed away a little. You tried to reach for your bag you had brought with you that fell onto the floor. You let out a small whine, having a hard time getting it without getting off of Ghost's lap. He listens to your little whines as you try to reach your bag, and when you get frustrated he chuckles a bit.

" You want that bag? Maybe Daddy can help you get it, if you ask nicely. "

You stopped trying to grab the bag, chewing on you bottom lip for a few moments.

" Pease Daddy, " you asked shyly.

(Please)

Ghost smiles as he notices you making little noises, " Very good asking nicely. Come on then, Daddy will help his baby. "

He then stands up from the bed, still holding you in his arms and he picks up your bag for you. You squealed as Ghost picked you up while getting off the bed. You wrapped your arms around him as you giggled, holding onto him.

" Here, I got it. It's all for you, my little baby. "

While he held the bag, you opened it and tugged out on of your pacifers. You wiggled happily before putting it into your mouth, chewing on it. Seeing you look so happy, and being as adorable as you are, makes Ghost's heart melt. He's loving every minute of this.

You rubbed at your eyes. Now that you were feeling better, you felt really tired. You didn't get that good of sleep from the nightmare. After a few rubs you wrapped your arms around Ghost again, clinging to him sleepily.

"Aww, there's my boy. You're getting sleepy again, aren't you... you must be very tired, " he chuckled. " Should Daddy put his little one to bed for a nap? " he asked, but more to himself than to you.

You whined softly at the idea of going to sleep. While you were really, really, tired. You didn't want to waist the day away getting the rest you needed. You wanted to keep playing with Ghost. Ghost understands you very much want to stay up, but he can tell you also need a little more sleep.

"I know you know you're very tired. If we play too long, you're going to get very cranky. So how about sleep now, and when you wake up, Daddy will play with you all night. How does that sound? " he offered.

It sounds like a very fair deal for both of you. The offer did sound really appealing. You rubbed at your eyes again, pouting quietly but nodding. You already felt cranky, a feeling you heavily disliked. He couldn't help but chuckle as you pouted.

" Aww, don't give me such a pouty face, Little one. You know that won't work on me. You already agreed to sleep, so don't try to get out of sleeping now, it won't work. "

You huffed, but nodded. You did already agree. You slumped against Ghost, only to tug your paci from your mouth so you could speak.

" 'm wan a story, Pease Daddy, " you asked, feeling a bit shy to ask for a story. After toh had done so, you stuffed the pacifier back into your mouth to chew on. It helped calm you down again.

(I want a story, please daddy)

Ghost sighed heavily in defeat. He couldn't say no to you being polite when asking. He gently placed you onto his bed, soon joining you before he pulled the covers up. He set your bag by the bed. Once every thing was settled, he wrapped his arms around you all over again. He watched as you slumped right back against him, quickly curling up and clinging to him without him even having to ask.

" You know just how to get me to do what you want, don't you? Alright, little one. If you ask so sweetly, I guess I can tell you a story. "

You lit up as he agreed to tell you a story. You couldn't help but giggle and wiggle happily from excitement. You couldn't wait to hear the story he had for you. As he held you in his arms, he began to tell you a cute, happy, story. You did your best to listen to every second of it, but you were struggling to stay awake at this point. You were so cozy and warm, it was hard to not just given in and get some rest.

You gently nuzzled into his chest, tugging yourself impossibly closer to him. He didn't stop his story, even after your eyes flickered closed. Ghost didn't say a word about you falling asleep, rather he rubbed your back gently to help encourage you to let yourself sleep. He would protect you from all the bad dreams, and hoped you would know that. By the time the story came to an end, you had fallen asleep within the safety of his grasp.