#cod oc: dust mite

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Not working on the sex pollen snippets until tomorrow (or unless my sleep meds decide not to work and then I'll just say fuck it and throw my head through my laptop to type a couple up tonight) but I CANNOT stop thinking about hate fucking between Ghost and Dust Mite. I am taking physical damage each time my brain has a thought because all of it is just-

Simon's got Leonardo pinned against a wall down a dark hallway of the hole-in-the-wall bar that the team (read: Johnny) decided to get a round of drinks at. They're both a bit warm. Enough to do things that they wouldn't typically do without a proper excuse to blame it on. Simon's got a hand anchored on the back of Leon's neck, like a collar that tightens when the dirty-light blonde makes a comment just a bit too teasing. "Only fuckin' ya' cause I am plastered." Ghost grunts out. And he groans when Leon chuckles, and then gasps when Simon thrusts into him rougher (someone had to be able to hear the sound of Simon's balls slapping against his ass), "Would have found another reason to get my belt around my ankles." Leonardo struggles to get it out smoothly when Simon reaches around to wrap a gloved hand around his needy cock. "Yea', I would of." Simon huffs and presses his body closer.

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#Dust Mite x Ghost vibes

Prompt: 220

"You've been stabbed, you're going to medical!"

"It's fine. I've been stabbed loads of times. I know what a serious stab wound feels like, this is more of a scratch."

"..."

"Ah."

"You've been stabbed 'loads of times.' "

"That sounded more reassuring in my head."

"You're going to medical."

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I know I'm supposed to be working on other stuff (Feral!Reader, and 'Flight Risks -and Pleasures-) but all I'm really able to think about is the vague idea of bitty!Dust Mite and Ghost. Need to have cartoon like scenes between these two. Need Ghost laying down Mouse traps and Dust Mite setting them off without being caught in them. I need Ghost to finally trap this little mother fucker (who he thought was a rat but now sees it's something completely different) and just toss them into a small rodent cage. Need the other 141 members interacting with Dust Mite while on break, calling Dust Mite Ghost's pet. Need Ghost to slowly grow attached to Dust Mite the longer he keeps them in that stupid cage (reverse stock holme syndrome /j). Need Ghost to freak out when Dust Mite gets out one day and is left worrying for the worst. Stupid bastard doesn't seem to realize how dangerous it is. To be scurrying around where they could possibly be stepped on. They had it decently in their cage, so why would they want to escape? Ghost placing those mouse traps out again, but this time ones that are meant to trap and not kill. Can't have his favorite pest dying on him.

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....Ghost trying to interrogate Dust Mite...which may or may not lead to Ghost deciding to 'shut Dust Mite up'. By that I mean they make out sloppy style with Ghost growling and cursing Dust Mite's name and saying he wished he would just drop dead.

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Ghost: *Drinking his shitty military tea, thinking that despite of everything, life's been pretty okay*

*Some American who just spawned in his room one night, is assumed to be the janitor, no files can be found about them being hired, and is constantly sneaking into his room via the vents.*

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No one really knows how or why Dust Mite is at the base, or even apart of the agency. But no one really question it either. I mean, they're just a custodian. Sure the trainees typically do some extreme cleaning as forms of training, but surely even a military base would need a janitor or two. So that's why it's not questioned when Dust Mite starts showing up in random places.

It's not questioned as to why Dust Mite was in the boy's barracks. They must've just been doing some type of cleaning, at least Ghost won't have to do it.

It's not questioned when Soap and Gaz see Dute Mite walking around the base unattended, they've got a job, they're allowed to be here.

Price doesn't question it when he unlocks his office door and sees Dust Mite in there, not when he sees the garbage bag from his can in their hand. "Just taking out the trash, sir!" Dust Mite smiles, and leaves. And Price doesn't think to question it.

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An Alone!Ghost art piece came up on my feed and it made me think of some type of horror au for Alone!Ghost x Dust Mite. Maybe something inspired off of Silent Hill? Dust Mite who finds themselves lost in this nightmarish realm trapped inside of an abandoned military base that's been overtaken by ghoulish monsters. Having to fight for their life against unspeakable and sickening horrors. Trying to find a way out of this nightmare. Who is being hunted down by a figure that looks familiar in a way of a person existing within a dream. A face that you know but have never seen in the waking realm.

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Dust Mite is also American, and like Sparrow, also spent most of their years growing up on the land of the red, white and blue. However, due to a speech impediment that they have that gives them a lisp, they've got an accent that can be mistaken for a few different things. One of those being a British accent. However, not quite.

When he speaks to the team, sure he sounds normal enough to them, but there's still just something slightly off with how he pronounces his words that makes it not sound just right.

"Why'd you sound like that?" Ghost interrupts Dust Mite's ramblings about something or another. Ghost wasn't really paying attention. More focused on the way the janitor said their words rather than what those words actually were saying.

Dust Mite tilts their head in that signature way that reminds Ghost of a mutt. Brows a bit darker than their light-ashy blond hair knit together with a look of confusion. And an unsure smile pulls at their chapped and chewed on lips. "What?"

"The way you speak, it's weird." Ghost bluntly repeats himself. Even having the gall to sound slightly annoyed with the fact that he's having to repeat himself.

He feels like he was punched in the gut when a look of discomfort flashes across Dust Mite's face. But as soon as it was there, it was gone. Replaced by their usual easy going grin, and a nonchalant shrug of their shoulders. Their gray eyes looking away from where Ghost stood leaning against a wall to instead look down at their scuffed up sneakers.

"Ah, that. No'fing interesting or anything. Just a stupid speech impediment, tongue tied." Dust Mite explains. Trying to laugh it off but it sounds dry and makes Ghost's hands itch. He suddenly felt like he needed to punch something. Or someone.

Now that Ghost knew, it was like he couldn't no longer not notice it. As Dust Mite continued to explain, going on to make a soft joke about how they had hoped therapy had finally fixed him right up and that maybe they should sign back up for classes, Ghost noticed the little extra effort that was being put into some words. Especially the 'r's and 'th's.

Dust Mite fidgets, and not in their usual way, before pushing themselves off of the wall. "I got wowk- fuck, work. I've got work." Something shined in their eyes as the light reflected off of them. Looking glossy. "I'll taw- talk to you later."

"Wait-" But they were gone. Ghost stared at where the janitor once stood beside him. Unsure of how to feel about the vulnerability he felt he had been unwillingly let in on. Like he had unceremoniously ripped away a bandage from a deep and still healing wound. He really wanted to punch something now.

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Not canon, but I had a health episode (sugar drop or whatever it is idk but it's icky and I hate it) and I am gonna make myself feel better by writing up some Dust Mite and Ghost comfort. Don't expect excellent writing, I'm still in recovery so my brain isn't all there and thinking is just giving me a migraine.

Ghost finds Dust Mite in an air vent. The air vents had been the first places he looked when he had begun his search, and it had only taken him so long to find them due to just how many air vents there were in the large military base. He'd lost count of how many he peeked into. Only stopping his search when he finally found what he was searching for.

His flashlight shines through the grates, and lines of light stretch across the curled up form of the janitor. As curled up as they could be within such a small space. Their head faced downwards, craned at an angle that couldn't be comfortable to hold, so that their forehead was resting against the cool metal plate beneath them. The cold did little to soothe them of their ailment.

"Pest?" It is only due to the fact that both are subconsciously aware that Dust Mite is in no state to notice, that softness finds its way into Ghost's tone.

The janitor tilts their head towards the entrance to the vent. Wanting to cry when the smallest movement brought a freshness to the vertigo that they were feeling. Their brain felt as if it was being rolled around in their skull, and they felt something heavy at the back of their throat.

"Dust Mite." Ghost tries again. Gently rapping his knuckles against the grate, and immediately stopping at the weak groan of pain that ripped itself from Dust Mite's throat.

"Ghost?"

"Aye, it's me, pest." Ghost fiddles with the screws to the grate, twisting them loose with clumsy too big fingers.

"Don't...I don't feel good." Dust Mite whimpers out. Blinking back tears that only worsen the migraine that is scratching at the back of their eyes.

"...I know, pet."

The grate comes free, and Ghost is quick to pull Dust Mite out from their hiding place. Being uncharacteristically careful as he pulls the janitor free, quietly apologizing and shushing them when they whimper. Ghost cradles them in his arms, moving their arms to wrap around his neck when they made no move to do it themselves. It must be worse than he thought.

"My room or yours?" Ghost asks even though he already knows the answer. He wasn't gonna let Dust Mite be anywhere but under his watch and care. But he can't help the comfort he feels when he hears the quiet "Yours." in response.

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"Your hands still feel tingly?" Ghost asks as he holds an open jello fruit cup in one hand and a cold water bottle in the other. Staring down at the person curled up and nestled under his scratchy military issued blanket. He wished he had something better to offer.

Dust Mite makes a small noise of 'yes' at the back of their throat. Not moving from where they have laid for the past hour. Ghost grunts, and sits down on the edge of the bed.

"I'll feed ya then. I've got you some water too." This wasn't their first time doing this. And it probably won't be their last. "But I need ya to sit up." Ghost says more softly, already knowing what he is asking of the other. And as expected, the janitor whines and curls into themself a bit more. The thought of having to do anything except sleep far too unappealing to the sickly janitor.

Ghost sighs, carefully setting the snack and water bottle down on his lap so that neither would spill, before reaching over and situating Dust Mite himself. It felt like sitting up a doll.

Ghost picks up the jello cup first, picking up the shitty plastic spork, and angles his body to face them. "Open." Dust Mite's mouth falls open and Ghost carefully spoons some jello into their mouth. "Hoping the sugar will help." Ghost explains to the uncharacteristically wordless janitor.

He hated these moments. Hated how helpless he felt, how he was unable to do anything to help besides for the little that he does. Ghost wishes he could just make the janitor feel better, that he could just hold them in his arms and make it all better. But he can't. So instead he'll continue to moderate and care for Dust Mite until they're feeling better. And he'll be there to do it all over again when this eventually happens again.

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...I have come to a slight hurdle...I have absolutely no idea what genitalia Dust Mite has. So, for context, Dust Mite is non-binary and androgynous with a slight masc leaning. So I've been referring to them as they/them, and I have always thought of them in a very androgynous way. However, now that I'm about to be writing smut for them I'm suddenly realizing I've never decided on what their sex would be. So now I've gotta decide what I want to put in their pants. Sobs.

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I don't like Valentine's day. But I can't deny the fact that I am a hopeless romantic at heart, so- who should I write a small Valentine's day snippet for?

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Random incorrect quotes between a couple of my OCs and the Task Force 141 members :}

Price: We need a new way to lure in new soldiers.

Ghost: Maybe we can have some fun, interactive events!

Sparrow: Gaz bath water.

Gaz: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

Dust mite: Oh-? Hello again? You know, we really need to stop meeting like this.

Ghost: Maybe we would, if you would STOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING BARRACKS!

Price: What have you done with Ghost?

Dust mite: Nothing. ...why? Do you think I should do something?

Gaz: Damn, the powers out.

Sparrow: Don't you worry, I've got this!

Sparrow: *Stomps her foot*

Gaz: Wha-?

Sparrow: *Her sketches light up*

Soap: Dust mite? What are you doing here?

Dust mite: *Crawling out of a vent, covered in dust and grime, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and some khaki shorts. They lost a flip flop somewhere in the air vents*

Dust mite: My best.

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Got bored, and I'm procrastinating writing, so have some ship dynamics that I think fit my cod x OC ships. I got all of these from Pinterest so if you guys know the specific artist let me know so I can give proper credit.

Míchéal & Soap

Sparrow & Gaz

Dust Mite & Ghost

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@lialucis the peanut butter suggestion worked wonders. Still not in tiptop shape, but I'm doing a lot better than I usually do. My life is yours for this cure.

Not canon, but once Ghost catches onto the fact that Peanut butter helps with sugar drops, I can totally see him just carrying around like those jiffy peanut butter cups (or whatever the equivalent of a jiffy peanut butter cup would be in the U.K) and whenever Dust Mite starts to seem a bit too out of it he is just opening a cup up and forcing it into Dust Mite's hand. He doesn't care if they were 'just spacing out' better safe than sorry, eat the damn peanut butter.

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Dust Mite has a pet named Spaghet. It is this ugly ass looking rat that they found in the vents, probably has some type of disease, looks feral, but Dust Mite loves it.

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High Zomz-zimz here again, only this time I'm not here to talk to you guys about my beloved pornstar!Au. It is not any less porn like. But what are our thoughts on step-siblings Simon and Leonardo? Leonardo being adopted into the Riley family, and Simon develops reluctant feelings for this new member of his family. Step brother!Simon standing on the opposite side of the bathroom door as he listens to Leonardo getting themselves off in the shower. Stepbrother!Simon who has wet dreams about his step sibling taking his cock down their throat like a good slut.