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Calling your husband "bro" reaction (COD—GHOSTS)

Y’all REALLY liked the random texts ones so I’m making another one for you! Hope you like it!

Notes: The signifiant other is a female so they refer to you as their wife(for some of the parts.)

Warnings: Just a bit of NSFW in most of their messages. (These men get a little possessive when it comes to their partner.)

I’ll be doing two parts since there’s only a 10 image limit per post on the mobile app 😭😭😭

Characters included: Thomas A. Merrick, Keegan P. Russ, Kick.

Kick

Keegan P. Russ

Thomas A. Merrick

[heavenlytouches]

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[hearts4youz]

The Captains Daughter- Chapter 8

A/N- This week was rough, I procrastinated this a lot. I'm so sorry, it's not the best quality :( I hope you guys like it anyway!! Thank you all so much for the support!!

Word count: 1.4k

Reader pov:

You sat down on your bed, replaying the day's events in your mind. You realized your spine was still rigid and your muscles still taut even hours after returning. You allowed yourself to relax just a little, slipping into bed and under the thin sheets. Exhaustion easing you out of the depressing grip of failure. Finally you closed your eyes.

Beep beep

But not for long enough.

You groaned as you climbed out of bed, feeling all of your joints pop, your fingers were raw from the metal of your gun. The failure of yesterday's mission still plagued you as you unwrapped your bandages to reveal where the knife had cut.

It didn't look too bad, it wasn't infected and had already started to scab over. You swiped an antiseptic wipe over it and slapped a fresh bandage on as you completed the rest of your morning routine.

Breakfast came and went, you took your unofficial assigned seat at the table, but the conversation was different. The group was solemn, it wasn't only you that was still dwelling on the mission. The six of you ate in silence before getting up from the table and heading towards the meeting room one by one.

When the last of you had arrived, Price wasted no time starting the debriefing. You willed yourself to stay awake, fighting the sleep deprived droop of your eyelids as your father explained the mishap.

"A lowly gang-" you yawned.

"Colonel bla bla bla, sent a group of yada yada," You began to tune him out.

"Survivors captured,"

"Should have been an easy in and-"

You felt a sharp pain in your shin, you looked across from you to the source of the kick. You were met with a blank stare from your lieutenant.

"What the fuck?" you mouthed at him.

"Shouldn't be falling asleep during a debriefing, valuable information to be picked up," he tsked.

You rolled your eyes but remained at attention, not wanting to feel the consequences at training later.

The meeting concluded and you left the room alongside Gaz, you were joined by Soap when he entered the hallway. Before you even had a chance to breathe or say a word to your friends, Ghost came up behind you.

"Training room 1400, every minute late is 10 pushups." He walks away before you can respond.

You sigh heavily.

"So how is training with Ghost anyway," Gaz inquires.

"Its- its work," you breathe.

Soap laughs, "He trains you half to death doesn't he?"

You let out a laugh of your own, "Sure feels like it."

"Hey, he just doesn't want to see you hurt, he wants to make you an even better soldier," Soap's demeanor turns suddenly.

You're reminded of the time in line for breakfast less than a week ago. Why is Ghost so weird about you? Why do you care?

"The guy's been through a lot, seen a lot, seen others go through some shit he doesn't want to happen to you," Gaz pipes up.

"But why does he care, why doesn't he show it?" Your getting more and more confused with each word out of their mouths.

"Alright, I know LT better than pretty much anyone, and I know that this man cares deeply about his comrades, but shiiiit- I ain't ever seen this guy act like this," Soap started.

"Act like what?" you said.

"Such a bumbling fool. Normally Ghostie is always down for a good shit talk sesh, mans has ALL the tea, lurking in the shadows has its perks I guess. But about you- well not that I was talking shit but I just wanted to know his opinion and uh- Anyways. He shut me down immediately. I couldn't even ask him his thoughts on you."

"So? he doesn't want to think about me, that's how much he despises me," You countered as you made your way through the corridors.

"Oh no, no, no," said Gaz, remembering something.

"You and Cap went out somewhere, on a run or something, and Soap, Ghost, and I were watching whatever garbage was on the evening channels, and we started talking about you- all good things of course. Butttt- I remember feeling his posture go absolutely rigid at the mention of your name, he went straight to attention, before tellin us to quit yappin," Gaz recalled.

Before you could get a word in, Soap continued, "And if there's one thing to know about Ghost, he keeps his things to himself. If he likes or cares about something, you best bet that it is staying locked down and guarded in his brain. If anyone so much as says anything about a person or thing near and dear to him, their getting shut down immediately."

"Okay, yeah sure, but I don't see how any of this pertains to me, considering how you say he cares about all of his teammates."

"Also, why am I being talked about so much behind my back?" You raise an eyebrow.

"All good things I swear," Gaz chuckles, raising his hands in surrender.

Soap interrupts as you two are laughing. "Because I've never seen him so.. protective"

"I dunno, just the way he reacted yesterday when that man had you on the ground. The way his eyes narrowed and he balled his fists. He completely lost his cool and that's highly unlike him."

You didn't take notice of that, well maybe because you were fighting for your life against a man with a knife to your throat.

"So he thinks I need protection?" You ask.

"I think he wants you to need his protection" Gaz smirked

"What are you implying," you said, fearing the worst.

"Oh you know what we mean," Soap teased.

"Oh cut it out"

"Your blushing," Gaz pointed out.

"Don't think the way you look at him goes unnoticed. Or, the way you stuck by him during the mission," Soap was having a blast teasing you.

"Shut it," you said hiding your smile.

"So you do like him"

"No, not like that. I think he's- interesting, I'd like to get to know him more." You settled for that explanation.

In reality, you'd been thinking of him more than you'd like to admit. Not in a romantic way just yet, but the thought has crossed your mind. It's more of an intrigue, you wondered about him. Wondered about where he called home, who he went home to, if anyone. Maybe once or twice you've entertained the thought of him coming home to you...

Ghost's Pov

I had one hour before I had to train Y/N, so I decided to get a quick lift in, today was a back and chest day. As I grabbed two dumbells to perform the pec-fly exercise I conjured up a plan for Y/N. Today would be a strength training day. She was defenseless against that man yesterday. If she wanted to stand a chance in the field, she would have to get stronger.

In order for her to survive, she would have to get stronger.

In order for her to survive, I would have to train her harder.

A few minutes before our scheduled time, she walks in. Perfect timing, I had just finished my workout.

"Lets start right away," I commanded.

I walked her over to a squat rack, I taught her correct form and put an adequate amount of weight on the bar. She went into the first set of squats, after about three she was already struggling. She finished the first set and stopped to stretch her quivering muscles.

"Too -gasp- heavy -gasp-" she said out of breath.

I rolled my eyes, "You did the first set, you can finish it out."

"Ghost-" she groaned

"Rest's over," was my only response.

She took her place at the rack again, slowly going down and back up. Her thighs trembled, her face scrunched in agony.

"Lower!" I yelled.

Her form went to shit on the next few reps.

"Fix your form."

She barely finished the set, "Ghost, I can't"

"Yes you can, 30 more seconds rest then right back on it!"

The next two hours were the same, Y/N got more exhausted with each exercise, I started to feel sympathetic as I watched her limp to the locker room.

But then the image of her being easily thrown about by that soldier flashed in my mind. I knew I would push her even harder tomorrow.

[rasberrybabez]

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Information! 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

Hey! I’m new to this whole tumblr thing, but this blog is for fics and drabbles mostly about tf141, COD and maybe a few other fandoms later on. I’m super excited and I’ll make a master list after creating some fics and working this out! I’d love to take reqs later on, don’t worry, but this is the basically my moving party first! Thanks for checking me out! 💋

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[doxkbdbsish]

One shot or ??

I'm just starting to write fanfics. English is not my first language. Please don’t judge too harshly—I’m still learning

You place another box on porch, wipe your forehaead with your palm, and axhale.

The day was hot, and you were already quite tired from unloading your things.

Because of the bulky boxes, you don’t immediately notice the figure on the neighboring porch.

But then—you feel a gaze.

You lift your head…

And lock eyes with the one watching you.

A tall, broad-shouldered man, casually leaning against the railing.

A light breeze plays with his light-brown hair, but even the slightly messy mohawk doesn’t hide the sharp, predatory precision in his gaze.

His blue eyes are slightly narrowed, his lips curled into a lazy but good-natured smile

He looks as if just a few minutes ago, he leaned back in a chair with a cup of tea and thought, "I wonder who we have here?"

"Oh, hey," his voice is deep, with a slight Scottish accent. "So, you’re the new neighbor?"

You smile, brushing dust off your hands.

"Yeah. Just moved in today."

He pushes off the railing and steps down from the porch, moving smoothly, confidently, but without a hint of aggression.

Just… very calmly.

"Johnny," he introduces himself, extending a hand.

You shake it—a firm grip, but not crushing

"Nice to meet you," you reply.

Johnny glances over the boxes, tilting his head.

"Let me help?"

You chuckle, waving him off instinctively

"Oh, I’ll manage."

But before you even finish speaking, he’s already bending down, effortlessly grabbing the heaviest box and swinging it onto his shoulder in one smooth motion.

You blink, a little taken aback by how fast he moved.

"I believe you," he smirks, "but that doesn’t mean I can’t play along."

You don’t know what to say.

You didn’t have time to refuse or even thank him, and he’s already climbing onto your porch and setting the box down by the door.

You blink.

"Uh… thanks?"

He turns back, chuckling.

"No problem. I’m always around if you need anything."

You don’t yet know that he really will always be around.

[caffeineaddicted-noonie]

Hey, idk whos gonna read this but sokay hah. im not writing here anymore since..its old ahah and im not in the mood to renew it as well. Thus, i made a new writing account @moondinoowmuah yep. and, im fixating on Ghost (cod) surprisingly bc ive played the game for a loong time but bc my tiktok fyp has been flooding with Ghost edits- they fished me out so- eh. but i’ll be happy to write anyone and anything honestly (minors. D.N.I pls)

currently planning to open forrr:

COD

Spiderverse

DC

Marvel

i allow xCivilian, XHero basically xAnything

so yeah! okies byeee

[locamoka-blog]

Omg there was another part! Yaaaass! I need me a price in my life😩

a little continuation of this. john price x cashier fem!reader. verbal abuse, anxiety, yelling, hurt/comfort, price comes to your retail rescue<3<3 1.4k words

The only good part of a 5am wakeup is watching the sunrise slowly climb the sky.

There’s a quiet sort of tiredness that lets you appreciate it more — and though the lot associates have made a joke about the morning crew and their sunrise photos, there’s an element of truth there that’s both funny and a little beautiful.

It’s a drag to wait outside the doors for a manager to open them, trying not to make eye contact with the early-bird oldies and the impatient contractors who think they should just be allowed in before everyone else based on the amount of money they spend.

When the doors open and the 6am hardware warriors stroll in, ready and chipper, you’re half asleep leaning against your counter.

Another good thing about the early shift is the lack of uptight managers. None of them want to wake up before ten, so you’re safe to lean and lounge while waiting for customers.

A call comes through your earpiece after a few customers, nearing the cusp of 8am.

”Hey, we’ve got the guy coming your way,” your head cash – Lisa – says, voice crackling in the mic. The guy is a rude jerkoff, some contractor who thinks abusing staff is the way to get good service and better prices.

What’s worse is that your managers allow it. In fact, you get warnings like this all the time. The guy is here, the guy has a big order, make sure to cash him out fast or he’ll start shouting. Be pleasant. Smile.

The guy is walking down the store lumber aisle with a pinched expression on his face and two other employees dragging his stacked carts behind him.

You try to ignore his caustic vibes, thinking instead of the pink, purplish sunrise you’d seen earlier. Clouds like magic, cotton candy, floating above you 

You ignore the incessant tapping of his feet, the annoyed groan he makes when you lift a package of insulation up and find flat saw blades.

Sure, you can’t accuse him of stealing. But you can make a cheery, passive aggressive comment–

“Oops, I guess you forgot these!” you chirp, scanning them a little slower than necessary. It’s not mature, but it does make you feel a little better. Nice try, bozo.

Playing the idiot cashier helps with these types. Why are you mad, sir? I’m just a cashier? And though you could answer more questions than you do, you don’t. Playing the ditz makes life easy.

Lisa’s definitely judged you for it, but hey. She’s not stuck at the register like you are.

Sometimes, it works. You get a scowl, but they’ll go quiet. Sometimes.

Today, it backfires.

“Excuse me?” 

Oh here we go, you think. It’s way too early for this.

“What was that, sir?” you play dumb, voice squeaking.

“Are you accusing me of stealing?” his volume raises. You see redness crawling up his neck. Fuck.

“No, no, I only meant–” you try to backtrack. Fuck, fuck. This is the result of your hubris. Your reasoning flies out through the massive lumber area doors as his rage climbs.

“No? No? Because I think you just accused me of stealing. Do you understand how much I spend here, you moron?”

“I do, I didn’t mean to imply–”

“Get me a fucking manager, now,” he snaps. God, you have no clue if he acts like this to get his way, to get discounts, or if he’s really this angry half the time he comes in.

Regardless, the effect is real. You’ve never been good with anger, and you’re shaking a little as you press the call button on your pager.

“C-Can I please have a manager down to lumber cash?” you broadcast to the store.

All you can think of is looking away from his angry gaze while you wait. Oh, a bubble bath – you have an aloe and green tea bubble bath packet at home waiting for you.

Hot water. Bubble bath. Manager to fix this mess. Maybe a hot chocolate after work?

A couple minutes pass. Longest minutes of your life.

No answer. The guy taps his foot, sighing loudly, angrily. You try again.

“Can I please have a manager down to lumber cash?”

Oh fuck, is that someone else in line? You turn away bodily, speaking again into your mic. Trying to look like you’re doing something about the wait.

Another couple minutes. Despair washes over you like a cold blanket of snow.

“Need a manager at lumber cash,” you try.

Typical, really. Lisa is likely on break, and you have no idea who’s managing the store at the moment.

You imagine it’s likely Cody, who’s good with contractors like this because he's personable but he’s also lazy it almost cancels out. Also, he takes a smoke break every 5 minutes.

And never takes his pager.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” you hear behind you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, turning. “My manager is busy at the moment but–”

“Busy?” his voice is like a gunshot in the airy space, an absurd volume for the time.

“Yes–”

“Do you know–”

A third voice cuts in.

“Think you better learn a little patience, mate,” British?

Oh, shit. It’s that guy from before. He’s got one hip a little cocked, a frown on his face like he’s smelled something bad. His boonie hat is titled down, nearly covering his eyes. You can see them because you’re shorter than he is.

“Excuse me? And who are you? Mind your business,” the guy says.

“I think you’d better let the nice girl check me out while you wait,” he motions for you towards the parallel cash desk, and you’re grateful to just follow.

You scurry away from the guy faster than is appropriate, calling out again as you cross the open space towards the other cash desk for a manager.

You can only hope they arrive while you’re helping this one. John Price, you think his name was. He's a memorable man. Him and his moustache and his expensive company.

John Price has left the guy flabbergasted. He also has twice as many carts as him, and when your eyes widen to see them he just says take your time in a smooth, deep voice.

Oh man.

You do take your time, already calmer for John’s presence. Strange maybe to feel safe in the company of a stranger, a contractor no less, but it’s a nice change of pace.

Beep, beep. You scan methodically. John has no hidden items, and he doesn’t pressure you. He leans up against his lumber order and watches you check underneath things, under the cart, doing everything you’re trained to do.

“Start early?” he asks.

“Hm?” you lift your head. “Oh, yes. 6am.”

He whistles.

“Hard worker, I see,” he helps you lift a heavy bag of concrete.

“Thank you,” Marx look away, you think. Your face is only a little hot.

Cody strolls in the lumber doors missing his apron and – you guessed it – his pager. You fix him with a look as he smiles in greeting.

“Need a manager when you’re free,” you rush. Cody is nice, but you’re kinda miffed now.

“Oh, sure,” he says, walking by you toward the breakroom.

John Price raises a brow.

“Not everyone’s up to the task, eh?”

You feel hot again.

“It’s just early.”

John smiles. He looks remarkably silly doing it, you think. His facial hair makes him look approachable, cuddly. Like a teddy bear.

John’s order totals double the guy, which isn’t really a victory for you but it feels like one. Ha! See, you aren’t the richest guy here. You feel vindicated. Cody looks miserable cashing him out, which makes you just a little guilty.

“Will that be cash or card?” you ask, finger hovering on the POS.

He pays with card. You certainly do not notice how he cradles the machine. You aren’t that down bad.

Only you are, and his fingers are huge. His knuckles are hairy.

When you go to hand him the receipts, printed twice for record keeping, he manages to slip a 50 into your hand before you notice.

“Oh, no! I’m not allowed to–”

He folds those big bear paws over your hand, enclosing the cash in it with a sh sh sh as you protest.

“For the trouble,” he winks.

“You didn’t give me any trouble,” you try. The warmth of his palm, the roughness of his calluses. You’re a goner.

He chuckles, and you wonder how he can be both so intense and so disarming.

“You know what I mean, sweetheart,” he squeezes your hand, pushing it gently back towards you until you can put it in your apron pocket.

“Thank you,” you squeeze out.

“Don’t let him get to you,” he says.

“I’ll try,” you thank God or the universe or whoever that Cody and the guy finished a while ago.

“Attagirl.”

Yeah, you’re a goner.

[gofishygo]

bitches be kinning angel dust and nagatio and all these complex characters like bro IM LITERALLY HANGYODON !!!!

like look !! :

-chinese

-a literal fish

-like to make people laugh

-hero-ish complex, always wants to fix everything

-broke up w girlfriend

-likes shrimp chips and hotpot

-tragically cursed to always have loneliness as his anchor

[eosincuffs]

IF U SUPPORT TRUMP GTFO MY PAGE!

Otherwise, hello! I go by Cuffs! I am a 19 year old novice writer here to write the things I can’t find online. I am currently frothing over the COD fandom and mainly enjoy the darker aspects of romance. But I DO NOT ENDORSE OR CONDONE the behaviour I write about irl, this is purely my fictional sandbox.

Also don’t plagiarise and claim my work as yours. I absolutely do NOT consent to posting my work without credit!

I love you all but first and foremost I created this blog mainly for my own enjoyment. I write for me and only for me, and will very rarely take asks or scenarios that aren’t dark. You are welcome to feast on my thoughts as long as you remember this.

Please be aware that I repost, create and interact with works that in some shape or form include DARK CONTENT. Usually it involves !TW noncon, !TW dubcon, TW! kidnapping, !TW stalking and just general gross behaviour both sexual and non. Which is why MINORS DNI, ageless blogs will be blocked and if I find out you are a minor you will be blocked as well. Idc how mature you think you are this is about basic respect.

If that is not your cup of tea, scroll or block me <3.

If I get a message chastising me on the contents of my blog I will assume that you are illiterate. I will not post your message and give you attention, I’ll just delete it. SCROLL AND/OR BLOCK.

- I will NOT be answering every ask.

- I will probably not fulfill personal asks e.g. how would this character react to reader with {…..} condition/body type/skin type/race e.c.t. Remember, you are all beautiful and the characters will love you the way you are but this is in my Main Rule.

- Zoophilia/Beastiality

- Stepdad stuff (others are fine, but this one just makes me feel a lil off, but maybe someday)

- Pedophilia

- Necrophilia

-Snuff

- Vomit

- Infantilisation (age gaps and condescension with 20s and like 40s+ is perfectly fine, I just dont like it when they are forced to act like children)

- Male reader (at least not yet)

- Hard Scat (so anything involving faeces) (but Piss I will write 🙂‍↕️)

Sure hope you read all of the above before scrolling here ЮwЮ

Maul the Hand that Feeds - Multipart

- Dark! 141 x Wealthy Reader

Dishonourably discharged, the lives of the 141 quartet are arguably ruined. Until Soap meets you.

Pipping Gone Wrong - Multipart/One-shot drabble idk yet

- Dark! 141 x Recruit! Reader

Joining the army out of desperation, you look awfully different from your fierce and independent colleagues. Soap takes notice.

Puppy Presents - Multipart

- Ghoap x Ragdoll Hybrid! Reader x PriceGaz

Ghost saved your wealthy owner’s son and his reward is the perfect, pampered, pliable you! But uh oh, Soap hates your guts.

New Year Troubles - One-shot

- Nasty! Soap x Colleague! Reader

What’s he doing?

Inspired by ceilidho’s Coworker Soap series!

Will be added:

Brazen Bull - Multipart

- Bastard! König x Royal! Reader

König’s an illegitimate child, an unwanted existence sent as war fodder only to return a hero; fighting valiantly for his mother’s honour. You’re the sole princess of the Empire. Spoiled and perfect, with your eyes on that galant, diamond throne.

??? - Multipart

- Hybrid!CoD x Hybrid!Reader

Your unwelcome visitor is quite lovely, actually. But you need to get him out! Quick! There’s something else lumbering towards your den.

[plushiepalsworld]

Not gonna lie. The only thing keeping me going is CODxreader posts on here

It's like a reward

[ceilidho]

You're like a founding father of a very niche community. Whenever I have xreader cod thoughts I turn to you as a spokesperson, someone whose lead I should follow. Bear shifter price? Say less. Mean Ghost? I could kiss your brain wrinkles.

And whenever I see something of value I think: the supreme leader has to see this!!

Like you and a few others, I always run to with whatever is rotting my brain like "I must show the council members!"

please keep this energy for when i simultaneously start writing original fiction this month LMAO but also i treasure you and love you deeply 😐

i feel very bad about not being able to answer every single ask i get because it is a) overwhelming, b) weirdly takes some brain power, and c) i still want this blog to feel curated and not messy, which i often feel like it is when i answer too many asks in a row especially when i'm not adding anything of value to them, but i deeply appreciate everyone here.

anyway i want to be the mayor of codxreader and @ohbo-ohno can be president and @charliemwrites can be the secretary of state and @luminousbeings-crudematter is the vice president and - [i go on for the next twenty hours]

[kyumisyumi]

Man it would be so wild if one of my moots wanted to write a short codxreader fanfic with me.

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

I couldn't imagine wanting to do a fun writing project where one person writes a chapter/paragraph/whatever and the next person just has to go with it.

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Almost like that art telephone trend but not.

[bluejays-boys]

going to reblog cute little codxreader fics and then being forcefully reminded that there is a guy that I know irl that sees everything I post and I stg I start shaking

[biggestxsimps]

Short Reader Headcanons

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Male Reader

A/N: This was requested over on our Wattpad, I hope it's alright! Also I'm sorry that it's so short!

- When you were first introduced to the team, you had mixed reactions of course.

- You knew why, it had been something you had been insecure about your whole life.

- The men in the room towered over you, you knew they wouldn't take you seriously.

- You were lucky to meet 141, they seemed to be the only soldiers who believed in your fighting capabilities.

- Especially Ghost, he would watch as you sparred with the others, practically always coming out on top.

- The two of you also went on a lot of missions together, your height being a great stealth advantage.

- You hid yourself better than the others could and made much less noise when moving.

- Now, Ghost didn't speak much, but the nods he would send from afar would be enough to understand his impression of you.

- Being different from the rest was difficult, it made you an easy target.

- And a few of the soldiers thought it would be hilarious to pick on you.

- They started to tell you things you had heard so many times before, even dragging down your capabilities.

- You tried your best to not let it get to you, but they had surrounded you, not letting you leave the torment.

- Just when you felt yourself beginning to crack, a rough voice interrupted their amusement.

- You watched as Ghost gave a stern glare to the others, threatening to discharge them if they continued their behaviour.

- The terrified soldiers apologised before scurrying out of the area, leaving you and Ghost.

- "You tell me if they continue, I'll have 'em out of here before you know it."

- You nod, before thanking him.

- "You shouldn't take what they say to heart, you know what you're capable of. Don't let those idiots dictate your strength."

- You rise at that, appreciating the over-due kind words. "I know"

- He nods at your response before leaving.

- Since then, Ghost always took your side, always having your back when you needed.

A/N: I think this'll be my last Ghost fic for a while, I'm kind of losing interest in him and it's getting a little hard to write for him. 😭

Masterlist

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[goatgoesmbe]

Just wanted to say I love your posts so much, also you dominate my fyp like every other post is you now and I love it <33

Ooooh this made my day 🥹👉👈

Thank you sm!!! >O<

But also- sorry ajshshdhshdxh- XD

dis why i put a warning in pinned post about me posting a lot, coz i really mean it 👁️👁️ i will haunt your dash

..also why i have many of them tags to organize, in case people wanna filter some out and wanna see less of me- which is fair, me also wish I don't see me when i scroll codxreader 💀💀💀

And now i'm rambling again uh- ily fr fr ❤️❤️❤️

[biggestxsimps]

Heard Feelings

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Male Reader

A/N: I'm sorry it's so rushed, and that Simon is so ooc, I've got a request for him coming out, but I don't think I can write for him after that, at least for a little bit.

Can I also say, thank you guys so much for 250+ followers, we really appreciate it!!

PART 1: Unspoken Words

Y/N’s POV:

I was woken up by the sound of muffled talking. As I gained consciousness, I made out "I can't believe I'm doing this. You're not even conscious." My eyes remain shut as I hear the familiar gruff of the british man’s voice. I kept an expressionless face, I could feel his intense gaze wander my frame.

Nothing could've me prepared for his next words, “I want you, no,” He takes a dramatic pause, before huffing out. “I need you.” I no longer feel his eyes on me, cracking a slight smile at the man’s indirect confession. Words I never expected to come out of the Lieutenant's mouth.

I find it difficult to fall back asleep, his words replaying in my mind. I opt on just resting my eyes, waiting until he either says something else or decides to ‘wake me up’ to swap places.

I’m not sure how long exactly I had been laying down, I had chosen to just stare at the sky for the rest of the time I had to wait. Watching the stars before feeling a rough grip shake me. I turn my head and lock eyes with Ghost. “You’re awake?” I sit up, feeling his eyes pierce me. “Yeah, ‘couldn’t end up sleeping.”

I watch as the gears in his mind turn, his eyes widening as he clears his throat. “The whole night?” The nervousness in his voice was evident as he asked. I nod as he tears his gaze away. I move to get up, making my way to the already propped sniper. “Fuck” The man behind me grumbles as he throws his head in his hands.

Ghost’s POV:

Fuck, this wasn’t happening-

Wait, I don’t even know if he heard anything I said. I turned around to the (H/C) haired boy, his back facing me as he slouched to the scope of the sniper. “Get some sleep, Lieutenant.” He cocks his head to his makeshift bed, before adjusting himself. I sigh as I walk up behind him. “I’m not tired.” He looks up from the gun, raising an eyebrow before looking back at the building.

“You’re welcome to stay awake with me then.” I let out a grunt in response. Watching as he tinkered with the gun, fixing it to his preference. After a while of watching him, I felt the urge to ask, I tried my hardest to repress it but the words just came out. “Did you hear-” I stop myself as I gaze anywhere but at him, not truly wanting to know.

“Yeah”

“I didn’t-” “It’s fine Lieutenant, I found your words very sweet.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. “How much did you hear exactly?” He turns around to me, that smirk still plastered across his face. “Enough to know you ‘Need me’.” I feel my teeth grit at that, I open my mouth to speak but he beats me to it. “Relax, I’m just fucking with you.” He lets out a short chuckle.

“I feel the same for you, that you feel with me.” He leans against the wall behind him, staring me down. “You do?” He smugly nods. “How long?” He shrugs, “I don’t know, ‘think it was ‘’Love at first sight’ or something.” He spoke about his feelings very casually.

He pushes himself off the wall before walking, stopping a few inches away from me. His hand wrapped around my covered cheek, his palm pulling my head (Up/Down) to meet with his. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.” His eyes looked even prettier this close, his eyes drag down to my clothed lips. His free hand reaches up, slowly lifting the bottom of my mask, he pulls it to the top of my lips before resting the hand around my neck.

That's when I feel his lips on mine, fuck. I’ve been waiting so long for this. I grab his hair, pulling him deeper into the already sloppy kiss. We split for a couple seconds after losing our breaths, going straight back onto each other's lips. His hand reaches around my waist, pulling me closer-

“Prepare yourself soldiers, we have visuals on the 6th floor. Get into positions.”

My heart drops at the sound of the captain's voice, we immediately pull back from each other, breaths ragged and short. We just stare at each other before we move. We both stumble around, fixing our appearances before we move to the sniper. I duck down, aiming where I had been told, when I hear an out of breath laugh. I feel my lips tug up, my heart pulling as I speak. “That was- great.”

He sighs, “Yeah, shame it was cut so short.” He gives me a look before keeping his eyes back on the target. “We’ll just leave it for later.”

A/N: Can you tell I have no idea how guns and the army works.

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