#cod ghost headcanons

[panther-os]

More Ghost Headcanons: Trope Inversion Edition

Has a 37-step (hyperbole) skincare routine because man is autistic and grungy skin and hair underneath the mask is Bad Texture

Sees a therapist regularly without complaint, voluntarily emails them when he needs emergency sessions after tough missions

Has never worn leather in his life, exclusively wears comfort hoodies and ancient jeans that are more patch than original denim

Is extremely in touch with his emotions but is an internal processor who doesn't need to talk through them out loud to make them make sense (a lot of his therapy sessions are him sitting and thinking in silence except for a handful of seemingly random questions in reply to which his therapist typically just prompts him with additional information or a helpful psychological tool)

Is an extremely private person but once someone gains his trust his responses to personal questions go from stonewall to honesty so blunt you could get a concussion from it

Is still absolutely terrified of skulls and skeletons and one of his coping methods is comparing it to Batman's fear of bats (has on and off stimmed "I'm Batman" echolalia when putting on his mask for years)

Lots of vocal stims actually, including a catlike "ekekekekekek" when hunting/stealthed (think Prison Break in MWII) and a genuinely distressed "snakes, why did it have to be snakes" when applicable

I know I have more, but I'm blanking so ✌️

Remember, even if they directly contradict canon, I don't care. The fun part of fandom for me is chopping canon to bits and violently defenestrating the pieces I don't like and occasionally the pieces I'm ambivalent about as well.

[ohmygraves]

after one of your leave, you came back to work with a ring around your finger.

you didn't mention it to anyone, and people simply noticed it when talking to you or handing you things. they congratulated you, talking about the ring. you nervously brushed it off, trying to explain it.

ghost didn't know about it either, and when he overheard someone talking about it, he dropped his mug of tea on the floor, the pieces scattering around the place.

this was such a shock to someone who had planned to propose to you.

well, propose might be a bit too far, considering you two are not even dating. he wanted to say it, but things were a little too hectic and he didn't have the guts to ask you out and moreover you're not sure if you'd like him... even if you two have been friends in the taskforce for years.

then again, in his mind, you two are practically an old married couple.

he was clearly upset by this, ignoring you and trying to push you away. he was undoubtedly hurt. did you elope with someone? why didn't you tell him? invite him to the party? did your "friendship" with him mean nothing at all?

ghost was snappy, in a terrible mood overall. he snaps at johnny, yells at gaz, and even glares at price. he was constantly on edge and it's starting to piss you off. so you confront him.

"what the hell's up with you?"

he didn't feel like humoring you, sitting down all irritated over his meal instead.

"you've been avoiding me all week, snapping at people... did i do something wrong?"

so he went off at you.

"wanna know what's wrong? you. coming back to base with a bloody ring. let me guess, you eloped with someone? is that it?" he hissed, "and here i thought i'd propose, that's out of the fuckin' window now."

you sat there, taking his words in. "... it's a fidget ring?"

you showed your hand to him, using your fingers to spin the little parts of your ring. he didn't realize how you've been fidgeting with it, or how you explained to people over and over that you're not married or engaged.

all of the sudden ghost felt like his blood ran cold, not only because he just acted so stupid jealous over a trinket, he basically admitted that he wanted to marry you.

"... wait, you wanted to propose to me?"

[peaches-creek]

“You are squishing me.”

“I’m afraid you will live.” He bluntly says.

Simon was currently draped across you on your shared bed, essentially pinning you to the mattress. His eyes were closed as his head lay on your chest. He just came home from a mission, only to start a new one: snuggle with his lovie AKA you. Lucky for you he stopped to take a shower. Anyways, here you were, glued to the mattress as Simon just breathes you in.

“Was it a tough one?” You ask.

“Always is rough when I can’t see you for a month.” He huffs.

“I’m sure you did a great job, Price told me last time I saw him that he always is proud of how hard you work, he tries to tell you but you don’t let him.”

“He’s a sap.” He says. You only laugh, turning your head to kiss his head.

“Well Mr. Riley, I say we call it a night.”

“Mrs. Riley, I have been waiting for you to say those words.” He grunts, lifting his hand up to pull the light switch off.

“I love you Simon, I’m glad you are home.”

“Me too, lovie, me too.”

He presses deeper into your chest, giving it a small kiss. You begin to rub his back and neck, putting the 6’3 military man to sleep just about instantly.

[empresskylo]

you can't convince me that simon doesn't swoon when you first start calling him by his first name.

like he's so used to being ghost to everyone. even back home, he doesn't have many people there anymore, no one to know him as simon. at most, it's the man at the local convenience store or his one nice neighbor in the apartment across from his who knows him as that. and on that rare occasion price says his real name, he feels human again.

but when he finally tells you his name, you instantly start using it instead of calling him ghost. the first time he hears it over comms, he gets this weird butterfly feeling in his stomach. he becomes so infatuated with the way you say his name.

he likes that you're the only one to call him that, just like he's the only one to call soap johnny. when someone else teases him, asking if they can call him simon too, he definitely grunts out a ‘i wouldn’t if i were you’

and whenever you call him si, he is reminded how much he fucking loves you. he gets so soft when you call him that. it's like reminding him he's not just a killer or a weapon of mass destruction. he's a person. he's your person. he's more than the mask.

[xynnoix]

//mw3 spoilers

He’s fine, what do you mean? He’s just in recovery

(And I’m still in denial)

[konigsblog]

older-boyfriend simon thots™️...

older-boyfriend simon riley x afab!f!reader...

warnings: age gap (20s-40s), degrading, spanking, authority control, slightly toxic relationships.

older-boyfriend simon riley can't help himself from controlling you. seeing you trying to sneak off to college parties gets him riled up, and the thought of other boys drooling and obsessing over you leaves him pissed off... so, when he catches you sneaking out, with a skimpy skirt riding up your ass, he can't help but get incredibly infuriated at your misbehaviour.

he'll drag you by your hair, grumbling quietly while you whimper, stumbling over your words as you try your best to create an excuse. simon pushes you onto his leather couch, lighting a cigarette between his teeth, growling and grunting quietly and holding your soft hug open with a firm grip.

“quit squirmin’, dollface... take it, like the filthy slag y’are...”

he'll make sure to fuck some sense into your stupid, little head, his lengthy and veiny cock bruising your cervix, making you bite your thumb and cry out painfully at the roughness of his pace.

older-boyfriend simon riley will spank you whilst you're drunk. pouring vodka down your throat, his calloused hand on your throat, running down to your sweet, sweet pussy... being so soft and tender, rubbing your little clit soothingly and gently, before spanking your little cunt, making out with you whilst your body jerks and twists at the pain and ache between your thighs.

“dirty fuckin’ whore, look at that pretty pussy... all wet and sensitive, yeah? never been fucked by a real, older man, have ya?’ all sloppy and wet, so precious when you’re cryin’, drunk...”

[heartmix]

Simon Riley Headcanons

random headcanons that i have of olderbf!Simon.

Olderbf!Simon who sees you stressing about the way the economy is shit and everything is so expensive.

Olderbf!Simon who rolls his eyes knowing his years of savings and his income will make you and the next generation live comfortably. Why did you even go to college? There was nothing or no one else to spend it on anyways.

Olderbf!Simon who loves that you don't want to work a regular 9-5 or that you don't want to work a regular job in general. You instead have side gigs when you're bored. Your friend needed an extra pair of hands for a work assignment? Sure. Once a month event staff for whatever concert is in town? You love that.

Olderbf!Simon who watches the silly tiktoks and mini vlogs you make while he is away. He doesn't actually have tiktok downloaded but you always send him the videos you make.

Olderbf!Simon who agrees to do one of the tiktok trends with you. The one where it goes "I'm a ____ of course I ______." You didn't need to tell him how it worked. You showed him one video and he understood the assignment.

"I'm a Military wife. Of course, my husband has a side piece."

"I will literally k*ll myself before I look at another woman."

"It was a joke."

"Not a funny one, love."

Olderbf!Simon who is used to your hyperfixations changing every month. His "office" is filled with trinkets and collectibles of your newest obsessions. As a matter of fact, the whole apartment is filled with your stuff. At this point, you'll need to make new storage or get rid of things.

"I think I may have a problem or adhd. Some sort of mental illness."

"I think it's time to get a house."

Olderbf!Simon who lets you pick everything. The only thing he did was give the money. As long as you're happy he didn't care where he lived or what the colors of the bathroom walls were.

[teamblck]

YEAH? AND?

[ch1n1tahwrites]

Husband!Simon

i think i have a problem yall :) :(

Husband!Simon who would fix all the things in the house, even if he didn't know how to do it because "Why do i nee' someon' in my house fuckin' aroun''

Husband!Simon who would walk around the house shirtless

Husband!Simon who had a whole plan to ask you to marry him, but you found the ring in his underwear drawer (smh)

Husband!Simon who either way, still proposed to you in front of the ferris wheel, like your mother had told him was your dream.

Husband!Simon who if you already had kids, would always make breakfast for them

Husband!Simon who would turn the A/C up to 67 degrees so you would cuddle next to him

Husband!Simon who would have a breeding kink

"Cmon darlin' let me cum in that beautiful womb"

you whine and buck your hips at his remark

"Oh yeah hun you woul' like it huh?"

Husband!Simon who would watch you do your makeup outside the bathroom its gonna get ruined later anyways

Husband!Simon who would spoil you. tax season, oh baby they're done already. Pandora bracelet? oh its coming in two weeks. A baby? oh he'll happily deliver :)

Husband!Simon who would leave marks all over your body, he just couldn't have people not knowing you were his, what was he supposed to do, its totally not like you have a 24K diamond on that ring finger....

Husband!Simon who would love you will all of his heart, in sickness and in health and definetly in that pussy.... :3

yall i need help....... :3 ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY PAGE I APPRECIATE IT SO MUCH, ISTG I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE I WAS BLOWING UP UNTIL I CHECKED MY LIKES AND FOLLOWERS IN SCHOOL THANK YOU SLUTSSSS

[euno11a]

your boyfriend Simon gets home from a mission, and he’s very clearly tired and exhausted from the whole day. The main mission was to catch Makarov and lock him up for good. Sadly, the mission went wrong and they didn’t catch him, and that means Simon has been on edge ever since.

you were trying to get him to fall asleep, but nothing worked. That’s when you instructed him to lie on his tummy, and he did so. You started massaging his shoulders, squeezing and massaging the sore and tight muscles. He let out small groans when he felt the tension release. Your hands gently grazed over his shoulders after, gently gliding over his shoulders in a gentle and steady motion. But when he felt your fingertips dance over his shoulders, he had to ask.

“Wha’re you doin’, lovie?” He asked in a relaxed manner, voice slightly muffled my the pillow.

“I’m making pizza…” you mumbled quietly as you did gentle chopping motions over his shoulders. “Adding some green peppers…” you said as you continued the motion. You pressed your finger tips to different spots on his shoulder in a dotting motion, “I like olives, so I’m gonna add some…”

as you continued your motions, a small smile broke out on his lips. These were the moments he missed and loved with you. These weird yet comforting moments that made his day better. “So ‘m your pizza?” He asked quietly, smile evident in his voice.

your soft hum of approval made him chuckle, a sound that always made you smile. His eyes started to droop and you repeated the motions a few more time, eventually fully falling asleep.

“Now I gotta put it in the oven.” You said as you pulled the cover over his bare back and laid beside him, nuzzling into his side. You could hear his gentle and even breaths and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Pizza’s done…”

[alwaysshallow]

marriage of convenience with ghost....... is definitely not for the weak. or, if you think he's still gonna be this grumpy son of a bitch that you know from your high school days.

you need money and good health plan; and he can provide you that, so with trembling hands, you send him a letter; strictly to his unit. not many details, as if someone would read it, you'd be in trouble. just a simple ask if you could meet with him, if he still remembers you because you still remember him.

it's not easy as you'd like to, though - everything has to wait because he's on deployment for the next two months, but you can wait. you struggle, but you wait.

in the meantime, you exchange letters with him, as it's more of a "stationing" deployment rather than a open crossfire; you didn't expect he'd be so much of a talker in them. you learn about him and his "comrades" (because he rarely uses the word friends anymore), what it's like. what he misses, and you learn that he miss you.

you feel kind of bad that you reached out to him for materialistic matter in the first place. you feel even more bad when you see him right in front of you after two months of writing to each other.

he changed. very much so; he's bigger and wider than he was in high school. more nonchalant, nothing like a quiet boy like he was. simon looks like he owns the place, even if the said place is a hill that you used to chill at after school.

you break news to him within ten minutes of the meeting, nervous. there's a lot of monologue from your side, you don't even let him talk until he grips your jaw in his monstrous hand and your lips shut themselves automatically.

"okay."

and then, just like it, it's done. you think it's gonna be easy, an open marriage until you're gonna be stable. he's so much on deployment anyway, he said it himself, so you won't be obliged to do "wife duties".

you thought this way until the wedding night. until he grabbed you and asked how would you like it.

[witchthewriter]

Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Soap: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Y/N: You’re both pathetic

Soap: What do YOU sleep with?

Y/N: Simon.

[shmalk]

ghost has no idea what to make of you. you show up out of nowhere, barely a day after price announces that they have an extra addition on their team for the next mission, and then you show up.

you're nothing like them - you probably haven't seen a man get shot, never felt your bones break and have to set them yourself in a fight. he has this sick fantasy of breaking you, wiping that stupid smile off your face and watching you crumple as he breaks your spine with one hand.

soap loves having you on base, you're good with a gun and you'll joke with him about almost anything - sure, you never come out to the pub with them, but whenever they come back to base you've cooked something and that's better than any pint of beer johnny's ever had.

he's worried, he thinks you wont make it out there - beside them. you're small, and not in the sense that you're short, in the sense that there's barely anything to you, nothing to grab if you trip in the middle of active fire.

gaz is just finally glad to have someone else to talk to, to complain about soap and ghost to, rant about how price pissed him off. you're always willing to talk, which is probably a good thing.

he always turns down his radio whenever you're on a mission together, he doesn't want to hear you die, or hear your voice trail off as you get caught. he has to bite his knuckle whenever you speak out of fear.

price is sick of it, sick of watching the boys play with you like a doll and then sit you delicately back on the shelf, so he takes matters into his own hands and shoots you between the eyes.

you sit up four minutes later.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

i just rlly like the idea of immortal!reader but the guys have no idea and suspect nothing until they get shot in the head and then just,,, get back up !

[konigsblog]

frustrated mornings with simon riley

simon will refuse to let you go in the morning. large, burly arms wrapped around your form, holding you close to his figure while he snored. even through sleep, his grip was iron; impossible to break free from, despite how he let his guard down.

you wanted to get up, the birds chirping was your awakening, the sun rising up and peaking through the blinds nearly blinding you, straight into your eyes, hiding in his chest. simon's aroma is specific; tobacco sticking to his clothes, a slight scent of musk and cedarwood from his cologne, comforting.

a small sound of frustration brought you back to reality, his eyes slightly open as he tiredly gazed at you; eyes full of adoration. simon only gripped you tighter, small giggles as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, huffing at your hair - the shampoo essence lingering. his touch was smoothed, playing with his hair gently as he fell back into a slumber.

the man now atop of you, impossible to push the weight off. he's too heavy - from muscle mass. you whimper, pushing him off before he grabbed your wrist. “no..- five more minutes, love..” he grumbled, and you knew it wouldn't just be ‘five minutes’, instead another hour or two, maybe three, maybe you should just spend the day together in bed, why not?

is there any place like home? home is being under his grasp, his body caging around you, protecting you from his nightmares that kept him awake at night, staring down at your and brushing the hair from your face as he checked your pulse for what felt like the a millionth time to simon. he couldn't control how his chest rised and dropped rapidly, cuddling into you, finding comfort in the fingertips running down his back, massaging the muscles from his aches and begging you to stay longer.

no place you'd rather be than with simon, protecting eachother from the wild nightmares and fears that took over one's mind, leaving eachother with swollen lips as you'd told eachother how much you truly need and love one another through words and tender kisses. kissing him 'til he passed out atop of you, the weight of the world atop of you - simon.