#codmwiii

[temeyes]

biker ghost? biker ghost.

[o0corruptedghoul0o]

John "Soap" MacTavish // CODMWIII

[pricescigar]

Captain Price

[8-rae-rae-8]

Ghost is staring at the body again. Just before he's allowing anyone to take Johnny back for the cremation...

He crawled out of a coffin, why couldn't Soap do the same? Why did he have to watch his best friend die?

Why couldn't Soap join him? Be a phantom to his Ghost.

[da1systhings]

YOOOOOOOOOOO

[antichristual]

I Deserve It, Don’t I? —

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Johnny began to kiss down his neck, lovingly, gently. No malice between his lips, no teeth coming out to nip. It was simple, adoring intimacy, and it made Simon’s skin burn. The type of burn that trickled down his throat when he got from shooting alcohol in lonely bars. It was a familiar, knowable feeling, but still it hurt with how addictive it was. He knew what the sensation came from, he knew what it meant. Simon hated it; he chased it.

As he sat back against the bed head, he tried to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind that whimpered about how terrifying this was. To be so open with someone else, so pliant and available. He blinked as he stared up at the ceiling, suppressing how his eyes fluttered with each warm puff of Johnny’s breath against his throat; and how it made his heavy hands grasp at his old sheets a little bit. The rise and fall of his chest stuttered with a devilish anticipation, faltering helplessly when a smaller, but equally as strong palm cradled the curve of his rib cage. Supporting him like he needed it. How he needed it.

A shitty apartment flat that had been left to gather dust while Soap was away on duty, now was home to a little sparkler in the midst of creamy-grey walls. A crackling burst of gradients; pink, blue, purple, yellow, orange. Bleeding outwards on the canvas of John’s bedspread, staining with a liminal permanence. Simon felt a tingle of sickness in his gut when he realised changing the sheets wouldn’t wash the experience out of the room. It wouldn’t change how he splayed open like a morning flower in the sunshine that it had been waiting in darkness forever for. Before Johnny. Knees knocked around his waist, almost hesitantly.

He was allowed to feel this way. Simon was allowed to feel love like this. Deserving, deserved. Not in the way he believed that evil people deserved discomfort— but in the way hurt people deserved partiality. Though, despite his doubt that what he was doing was entirely ethical for the dark part of his brain, he felt safe. The tingle of stubble on his own jawline brought him a security that he’d thought previously would be dangerous to embrace. For the first time in a long time, Simon felt as though he was real. He was in the forefront of his head, in control, but still letting it be.

Tell Ghost two weeks ago that he was doing this, he’d have felt the unadorned urge to shank you. Remind Simon, now, that a man was pouting against his jugular, and he’d sigh in admittance.

[lvlyghost]

absolutely fucking in love with how ghost went from

"fucking hell" *rolls eyes* to

"you with me Johnny?"

[krivle7]

Shadow dad needs your help 🤫

[spectralarchers]

2009!Ghost 🥰❤️

[temeyes]

feeling way too deeply for him again

[o0corruptedghoul0o]

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[majocookie]

MW3 spoilers

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[8-rae-rae-8]

You're telling me Ghost DOESN'T have acne? You're a liar

He wears a mask covered in dead skin, and oils from his face. He most definitely has acne and acne scars

[sprout-fics]

Hello. I don’t know when you will read this message, but today a new trailer for mw 3 has been released. I would like to know your reaction to the new Makarov. Many fans are upset that the actor looks too cute for him, but I think it's too early to judge until we see the character model. Thank you~

So full disclaimer, I arrived in this fandom shortly after the release of MW2022. I am not an OG Modern Warfare fan, and watched the more recent games and researched them before venturing to the originals. I have read up on the wiki, have been slowly making my way through the originals (The plot is much more interesting but truly the gameplay is much worse compare to the recent games) so I may not be the expert you think I am on this. Even so, I'll do my best to answer

In my eyes, all the characters had a glow up from the original games to the current games. Ghost is bulkier, meaner looking. Soap is younger, more boyish, prettier if we're being completely honest. Gaz was white in the originals, and I much prefer his design now. Even Price's appearance is subtly different from MW2019 to MW2022.

The point is, pretty much all the characters have different appearances to some degree from their original designs. Makarov is no different. If you're asking my personal opinion, I don't think the actor looks too different from OG Makarov. Plus, as you said, we've yet to see the character model for the new game, which will have the exact design that will differ significantly from the actor

All in all, it's to early to tell. Even then, the characters in this modern warfare have differences compared than the originals, so I fail to see how Makarov would be much different

[antichristual]

i’m going to go feral. please. i don’t care what it is, please share with me your call of duty headcanons (about any1) and i might write something about them PLEASE IM GOING TO EXPLO

[eliza-styx]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price (Call of Duty), Kate Laswell, Sobiesław "Gromsko" Kościuszko, Original Characters, Kleopatros "Kleo" Gavras Additional Tags: Major Character Injury, Spoilers, Fix-It, Post-Canon, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Near Death, Panic Attacks, Flashbacks, Coma, Angst with a Happy Ending, Medical Procedures, Confessions, First Kiss, Love Confessions, True Love, Caring Simon "Ghost" Riley, Cuddling & Snuggling Summary:

!!!SPOILERS FOR MWIII AHEAD!!!

 “He is still breathing.” Ghost’s own voice echoed in his ears as if he was hearing someone else talk.

He was paralyzed. Glued to the floor as the pool of blood spread around him, his reflection in the crimson mirror dumbfounded as he watched Johnny’s chest raise and fall as if he was just asleep and not fucking shot right in the head. God.

Everything else was muffled, the distant voices of Gaz and Price completely incomprehensible as they defused the bomb while Ghost listened to the soft sound of air leaving Johnny’s mouth followed by a laboured inhale.

He was still alive.