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emryaxar935 · 6 days

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Ghost x Fem!Reader

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"Look its not my fault he has his issues." You sigh. Price had called you out for having problems during missions. But the thing is its not your fault. Ghost keeps nagging you the whole time and even after that he's bitching about your position.

He was your Lieutenant so you had no choice but to deal with his shit 24/7 no matter how much you wanted to back hand him as he sat judgingly next to you during a sniper mission... You weren't about to just throw away your military placement because of him.

"I know... Just try to shrug it off the best you can. But don't ignore him! He's still your Lieutenant."

Price warned you now letting you take your leave back to the shooting range.

You entered grabbing your sniper and reloaded it. You had to practice. Maybe he'd get off your back if you pleased him enough with some improvement.

Now steadying the sniper you aimed to one of the farthest targets and fired hitting the human shaped target in the collar bone.

"Eh could be better..."

"That's something we can agree on." A deep British accent sounded from not to far behind you.

You rolled your eyes and refocus your sniper again on the target. Before you could shoot however a large hand pushed down the front of your sniper.

"Your position is bad."

You've had enough of his shit. Couldn't he just let you improve in peace?

"Ugh you know what?! I don't have to put up with your bullshit!"

You turned around swiftly and wacked him with your sniper as if it was a baseball bat. He stumbled back allowing you to slip past him to leave the range.

"God you are so insufferable!" You yelled as you busted through the iron door to the range and walked out.

Ghost was somewhat shook by your outburst. It wasn't the pain in his head from the collision with your sniper. It was the fact this had never happened before. You never yelled at him not once. You were usually quiet aside from an occasional huff of annoyance and snarky comment. But this was different you had reacted violently to his criticism.

"Hey uh saw a pissed lookin (Y/N) walking away from here... What happened?" Price asked leaning on the wood rail support next to Ghost.

"I said she had poor positioning with her sniper..."

Price knew there was more seeing him holding his head.

"And?"

"And... She hit me with her sniper..."

Price sighed sharply shaking his head.

"You two and your constant battles and bickering. Give her some space for now we have a mission tomorrow and I don't need my Lieutenant getting a concussion before hand."

Price stood up straight and walked away.

"Yes sir..."

You and Ghost didn't talk for the rest of the night. Getting ready for the day ahead you weren't excited to face him again. You were actually kinda scared. What would he do when you were face to face again? Would he get payback? He's probably pissed at you... There was nothing to do but shake the thought away as you layed down and stared at the ceiling. After a while of thinking things over of the days events you finally fall asleep not so thrilled to work beside Ghost tomorrow.

You woke up still feeling tired you didn't remember how long into the night you fell asleep, but to the feel of it you had at least 2 hours of sleep max. You groaned as you sat up.

"Time to face Ghost..."

Getting your mission gear on you head out to meet with the others at the planning table. Outside the room door you can hear Soap and Ghost were already in there. Great you thought putting your head down on the way in. You didn't want to make much contact with him at the moment so you keep your distance and sat in the corner as you waited for the others.

"Oh hey (Y/N) didn't notice you came in your very quiet." Soap greeted you from the other side of the room next to Ghost. That had made Ghost aware of your presence now.

"Yeah hi Soap." You looked up to Soap for a second before looking away again not wanting to make eye contact with Ghost who seemingly stared at you. What is his deal with staring at you?!

Finally your saving grace that took Ghosts piercing eyes of you was Price and Gaz finally showing up to the party. You got up to join them listening in to Price as he explained your positions.

"Alright and (Y/N) you'll be sniping with ghost over on this building got it?" Ghost nods along but you, you were annoyed.

"Why can't I be on the ground this time? Put Soap up on the roof with his boyfriend." Your words laced with hate as you turned to glare at Ghost.

"He's not my boyfriend." Ghost barked back with that iconic deep and threatening voice of his.

Soap laughed awkwardly in the tension you caused.

You all exited the planning room heading to the chopper. You, Soap and Ghost were the only ones on this mission Price and Gaz would be monitoring from base tonight. Getting settled in you sat between both of the men as the chopper took off.

"You put them on the roof together on purpose didn't you?" Gaz commented looking over to a defeated looking Price.

"Yes I did... They have to learn to put aside their differences and work together." He sighs heading back to the planning room with Gaz.

You had all gotten to your positions after drop off. Setting up your snipers you and Ghost sat beside each other silently. Though you could feel his eyes on you the whole time.

"Is there something you need Lieutenant?" He didn't say anything for a little bit.

"(Y/N)?"

"What?!" You snap at him.

"Look Im sorry ok. I know your mad and I get it Im an asshole..." He looked away. "I don't say the things I do to annoy you. I do it so you are safe."

You turn your attention to him confused by what he meant. He looks up at you making eye contact as he explains. "I just don't want you to make mistakes here... This stuff is serious and you could get hurt.. Or worse and we can't afford to lose ya... You know?"

You had never see this look in his eyes before he looked lost. He wasn't normally so fragile seeming, always tough and hard with expressing much especially because you cant really see his face.

"You matter a lot to this team. A lot more than you think really... You matter to me too. Im sorry I upset you but Im willing to improve on my communication with you... If you'll let me?" You stare into his eyes for a second realizing how he is feeling right now you could see it.He does mean what he says. You drop your sniper sliding over to give him a little hug. He flinched not expecting it but accepted it anyway hugging you back.

"Alright Ill try to get along better. And uh sorry for hitting you with the sniper yesterday..." You giggle nervously as you sit infront of him." It fine. I had it coming for a while now... So we ok now? Or are you still mad?"

"Oh I'm still a bit mad but if you can prove to treat me better Ill possibly think about forgiving you." You punch his shoulder playfully giving him a genuine smile. You could tell he was smiling to because of how the corners of his eyes creased slightly.

"Aw you two are adorable." Soap chimed through your guy's ear pieces.Ghosts eyes widened then turned to slightly angry.

"Shut it MacTavish"

Soap laughed on the other end and made some more mockery of Ghost as the day continued. Back in the fight again you and Ghost took out some reinforcements of the enemy that tried to get to Soap. Ghost left you alone this time focusing on the targets more.

Soon after Soap emerged from the building carrying a bag that would have our next hit as to what our next mission would be. Going down the buildings fire escape you run to get to the chopper once more along with Soap to return to base and celebrate a successful mission.

You had all decided to go to the bar for some drinks to wind down.

Arriving you at it to together at a big booth and talk amongst one another laughing at occasional jokes about training with rookies.

It had been a while into the time you've been there that you lost count of how much you drank you definitely felt woozy though enough so that the others noticed.

"Had a bit much there did ya?" Ghost laughed pushing your glass away from you.

"Should take her back to base. She's lookin a bit out of it at the moment." The others nodded watching Ghost get up pulling you with him.

"Ill be back... Or not depends on if Im willing to stay up any longer."

He lifted you up into his arms and left as you were close to passing out from exhaustion.

Ghost set you down on your bed and helped take your vest and boots off so you weren't uncomfortable.

As he undid your vest you had put your arms around his neck pulling him into a strange hug.

"Uhh (Y/N) Im trying to get this vest off... You mind?"

He tried to pull away but you held onto him, stuck as if you were glued to him.

Ghost stops and allows you to hug him as he sits down next to you.

"Do you hate me?" You mumble into his shirt.

Ghost finally detaches your arms and pulls you up onto his lap. "No I don't hate you at all. I am actually quite fond of you." You smile softly pleased with his reply. "Your not going to let me leave are you? "You shook your head and moved your right hand to tug on the bottom of his mask. "(Y/N) you know Im not going to take it off right?"

You frown and stop hugging him and look down at your lap. He looks at you not understanding why it upsets you so much but he wanted to make you happy in some way.

"Only half way ok?"

Looking up you smile again as he pulls his mask up onto the bridge of his nose.

"Happy?"

You nod quickly taking in the features of what you could see. Ghost closed his eyes for a second. He was tired and wanted to sleep. He felt pressure against his forehead and opened his eyes slightly to see you close resting your forehead against his.

You moved closer. Ghost wasn't sure what to do. Did he want to push you away? Or did he want you closer? Ghost thought for a moment then accepted it pulling you against him as he leaned backwards onto the wall. He hadn't been offered this kind of affection before and wanted to know what it felt like.

Ghost closed the space between you two. He was gentle as he kissed you. Rubbing your back softly before pulling away. Ghost liked you and all but didn't want to get carried away. You were tipsy at the time and knows it would be wrong if he kept going. Resting your head on his shoulder you fall asleep in his arms.

"I guess I'm stuck here for the night."

Ghost smiles pulling his mask back down and puts his head on yours as he to falls asleep.

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queermentaldisaster · 2 months

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"I Have Traveled Far Beyond the Path of Reason"

This is my MW3 fix-it fic!!!! I got this idea a while ago, but now it has finally been brought into fruition! I only have a few words for you...

Eldritch!Soap.

Enjoy!

(Only warning is Konni's up to the same old shit again. Another attempted bombing. Fic under the cut.)

Adoration. Love. Words that Ghost had long since forgotten the meaning of…Until Johnny. And he'd never gotten a chance to say what he wanted to say, because Soap had been KIA by Makarov.

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Some Unknown Base in the Wilds of Russia, January 12th, 2024, 0000 hours.

Ghost looked through his scope, scanning the Konni base. ‘About twenty-four guards, all in groups of three…so eight groups.’ He mentally noted, as he loaded the rifle. This was going to be a tough one. But he needed to get in. He needed that intel, and maybe, if he got lucky, Makarov would be there this time.

He slowly lowered himself down from the tree, his gun held close. He crept closer to the base, slipping one of his throwing knives into his other hand. He threw it into the back of one of the nearest guards, taking out the other two with a single suppressed gunshot. He swiftly slipped into the base, using the shadows to his advantage, taking out guards with ease. He made it to the main office, checking for any booby traps before stepping into the room and beginning to rifle through the drawers of the desk.

He found numerous files about more bases, and he stood up. The computer crackled to life, and he looked over at it.

It was a pre-recorded video, with Makarov. “Ah, Ghost. This is, what, the eighth base you've broken into of mine? You are causing quite a problem for me.” He said, and Ghost wanted to punch the computer. but he kept watching. Makarov's pre-recorded message continued. “My soldiers keep finding your trail, but you vanish every time we try to follow it. So let me give you a warning, boy.” Makarov leaned closer to the camera. “Back off. Go back to your team before you end up like MacTavish.”

Ghost snarled, punching the screen, his fist going right through it. That name did not deserve to come out of that asshole’s lips. How dare he speak the name of the man he'd so cruelly murdered. Where did he get the right? Ghost scoffed, but walked out of the office, heading up to the roof, where there was a helipad and a helicopter. He climbed into it, getting into the pilot's seat and flying off.

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Task Force 141 Safehouse No.607, out in the wilds closeish to Khonuu, Russia, January 12th, 2024, 1200 hours.

Ghost was poring over the files, sitting at the kitchen table, twirling a pen in between his fingers. He let out a breath, there was nothing helpful in any of these. Nothing about where Makarov could even possibly be. Ghost shoved the files off the table, letting out a snarl. He stood up, pacing around the kitchen. He needed to find him. Needed to make him pay. Makarov had taken his sun and the last remaining pieces of his soul. He couldn’t let him get away with this. He kept pacing the kitchen, before throwing the pen at the wall and letting out a scream. It was his fault, if he’d gotten there faster, he’d have been able to save Soap. If he’d gone with Price instead, Johnny would still be alive.

Ghost sank to the floor, his breathing picking up. The world seemed to still as Ghost ripped his mask off, not wanting to risk sensory overload on top of the breakdown. He rolled up his sleeves, hid his face in his arms, and sobbed. He missed Johnny. He missed him so damn much, it felt like every day without Soap by his side was a day too long. Simon Riley was dead, yes, but he couldn't find peace until Johnny's murderer was dead. Makarov needed to die.

He cried for a while, only really snapping out of it when his stomach growled. He groaned, but stood up, putting his mask on the counter. He dug in the cabinet and pulled out a granola bar, opening it and taking a bite. “C’mon LT, ye need tae eat more than that!” Soap’s voice echoed in his mind, scolding him for not eating enough. Ghost threw the granola bar into the wall, suddenly not hungry anymore. He looked back at the files on the ground, and picked one of them up. He flipped through it, trying to find something.

Then, he spotted something. Plans. How had he missed this the first time? The plans talked about another bombing on the Eastern Coast in the USA, and Ghost snarled. It was in the middle of Jackson Square in New Orleans, Louisiana. That would kill so many fucking people. Ghost knew what he had to do, even though this was too familiar. If I die here, then at least I get to be with Johnny again.

So he was off.

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Jackson Square, New Orleans, Louisiana, January 14th, 2024, 1000 hours.

Ghost was set up atop one of the buildings nearby, watching through his sniper scope. He knew enough about bombs to disarm one - Thank you Johnny - but he needed to be terribly careful. This was his one shot at Makarov, and he knew it. He let out a breath, watching the people below. He needed to be ready and aware when Konni showed up.

It didn’t take long, his eyes locking onto people storming into the square and locking it down. Ghost saw them, and loaded the rifle, watching. They were all wearing helmets and body armor, so he’d need to get close to take them down. Dammit. He’d really been hoping he could dispose of them from up here. He put his rifle away, and began heading down to the square.

When he got down there, he saw the civilians being corralled into another nearby building. He crept up on one of the guards and stabbed them in their neck, watching as the masked person dropped to the ground. He looked up and saw them setting up the bomb. He scoffed in annoyance, his eyes scanning for any weaknesses. He didn’t find one, and then he felt the barrel of a gun be pressed against the back of his head. He froze, raising his hands. “Move forward,” a Konni soldier said. “Before I blow your brains out.”

Ghost complied, stepping forward. He was led to the bomb, and he looked at it, his eyes narrowed. Then, the butt of a rifle hit his knees and he fell to them. He looked up as he heard chuckling, and spotted Makarov. “You.” Ghost spat, his eyes somehow narrowing further.

Makarov chuckled again, bending down and getting to Ghost’s eye level. “I warned you, da? It is not my fault you do not listen.” Ghost arched an eyebrow underneath his mask. “I don't listen, you're right. I'm not the guy to bow down to tyrants, monsters, and terrorists like you.” He spat, glaring at Makarov.

Makarov laughed. “Oh, is that so? Then why are you on your knees?” He asked, tauntingly. Ghost rolled his eyes. “Maybe it’s the fact that one of your goons hit me with the butt of a rifle in the knees.” He snapped back. “I wonder why.”

Makarov kicked Ghost in the ribs, and Ghost lost his breath, pain spiking. Of course the fucker had steel toed boots, and of course he'd kicked the old scar from the meat hook. He looked up and saw the barrel of a gun pointed right at his forehead.

Ghost's eyes narrowed. “Do it. I fuckin dare you, do it.” He spat. Makarov chuckled. “Well, if you have a death wish, who am I to deny you that?” He turned the safety off. “Goodbye, Ghost.” Makarov spat, and pulled the trigger.

Ghost closed his eyes, expecting the sweet release of death to come.

It never did.

Instead he heard a monstrous screech that seemed to come from right in front of him. He heard all the men around him start cursing in Russian. He felt the gun that had originally been pointed at him harmlessly hit his leg. He felt the blood splatter on his mask. He smelt the faintest hint of cedar, cinnamon, and honeysuckle. His eyes snapped open, and he saw a familiar Mohawk, and his eyes widened.

Soap was standing in front of him, tentacles extending from around his mouth, tearing the Russians down with reckless abandon. Ghost scooted back a little, awestruck. He watched as an arm hit his chest, and he stared. Soap was leaving absolutely no survivors, his fury unrivaled. Ghost felt heat pooling in his stomach, a feeling that could be mistaken for anxiety. In all his years, he'd never thought he'd find an Eldritch creature, tearing men apart with unparalleled fury, hot. He let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding.

Then it seemed to hit him. Johnny. Johnny is alive. And he's an Eldritch creature. That didn't really scare Ghost, but he certainly was surprised. He sat up on his knees, sitting like a child who was too close to the TV. He smiled, because damn, Soap looked good when he was on a murderous rampage. He let out a soft sigh, smiling like a goof underneath his mask.

Suddenly, Soap turned around, grabbed the still inactive bomb with one of his tentacles, and scooped up Ghost in a bridal carry, before running off with him, snarling at anyone who got too close.

Soap brought Ghost to a nearby empty baseball field, where there was a chopper waiting, with Gaz and Price standing by its side. Ghost watched as Soap's tentacles set the bomb down, then retreated into his flesh, and then Soap smiled that damned cocky ass smile at him. “‘Ey, Lt, ah think ah've been missed.”

Ghost felt the tears well up in his eyes, and he punched Soap in the shoulder. “You’re a bloody prick, sergeant.” He responded. Soap's smirk got more devilish as he set Ghost down. “Aye, but ye love me.” He teased, and Ghost's heart pounded. Ghost rolled up his mask a little, just up to the bridge of his nose, and he pulled Soap into a kiss, causing the smaller being to let out a squeak before melting into the kiss.

Ghost wrapped his hands around Soap's waist.

He was finally home.

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