#david hesh walker x reader

[aoioozora]

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>> David 'Hesh' Walker, fem reader, fluff >> Divider by @saradika-graphics

"Okay, get ready. I've set up the camera," you told Hesh, your best friend, as you propped up your phone on the car dashboard.

Hesh pursed his lips, looking into the screen at his reflection. He ran a hand through his buzz. "Do we really have to do this? I'm not good at dancing, even with my hands." he said, throwing his head back against the headrest.

"You don't need to worry about being perfect. It's just a silly little trend and we're just having fun." You flashed him a beaming smile.

A lopsided grin tugged Hesh's lips. He could never really say no to you, not when you smiled at him like that. He shifted in his seat, sitting up straight.

"Okay, let's get this silly little hand dance done." He clapped his hands once and leaned forward.

"Before that, let's do a quick rehearsal."

You showed him how to do the hand and arm movements once more, and although he fumbled in a few places, he mostly got the sequence right.

"You got it?" You asked.

"Yeah, I think. Let's do this." He grunted, a determined look in his eyes.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you pressed the record button. The phone blipped and started recording, playing Electric Love by BØRNS at the same time. Hesh, with utmost concentration, began to display his choreographed arm moves. You did too, raising your arm and sliding your elbow to the side.

And then, without warning, you snatched Hesh by the jaw and kissed him. He froze in an instant, eyes wide. BØRNS sang, elongating a note in the background.

Hesh's shoulders dropped, and he leaned into your lips. His hand cupped your cheek and he kissed you back, gentle but earnest, like this was what he had always wanted. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers in his prickly buzz. You wanted it too.

The song ended; the parting was slow and hesitant. You felt his breath against your lips, warm and minty.

"What was that all about?" he murmured in a quiet rasp.

"Kiss your best friend challenge," you replied, sliding your fingers against his neck.

"You mean, kiss your boyfriend challenge," he said with a cheeky grin. "There's no way I can be just a best friend after a kiss like that."

You laughed, eyes gleaming with joy. This time, he kissed you.

[ll7esxs]

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✧ 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄: Showing their love/care to you. [requested] ✧ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌: Call of duty ghosts ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Logan walker, Hesh walker, Keegan russ, Thomas merrick, kick ✧ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Romantic ✧ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: all fluff ✧ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Safe.

Logan walker:

He’s a soldier boy before he’s a man.

The way he puts himself between you and the street without thinking. The way he touches your back lightly when you both walk through a crowd.

Logan as i see him has never got an experience with dating nor loving.

Acts of service? 10/10. He is just so obedient man.

If you're cold? He doesn't ask — he just tosses a blanket over your body and tucks it around your neck with a quiet:

“Better?”

Always watching, always remembering.

Doesn’t talk much in crowded spaces, but his eyes are on you. Watching your expressions, reading how tired you are, seeing how you shrink a little when the world gets too much.

He’s the one making dinner, pulling you into a quiet couch hug with no questions, just comfort.

A Homebody When He’s With You

His voice gets lower/quiter when he’s relaxed around you.

Barely audible sometimes, half-whispered. He speaks softly like the whole world could wait while you talk about your day.

(from the grunting in the missions logan make they are always soft, like a young man voice :()

When he's off duty, he's so domestic.

He likes doing dishes with you. Will dry the cups quietly while standing beside you, listening to the water run.

Wakes up early and lets you sleep.

He’ll sit on the edge of the bed tying his boots, moving slow so the mattress doesn’t shift.

Sometimes he’ll just look back at you, still asleep, with this unreadable expression — something between awe and guilt, like:

“How did I get this lucky?”

Lowkey Physical Affection

Rarely initiates in public, but…

His hand always finds you. Lower back, shoulder, brushing his fingers against yours in crowded areas. Just enough to ground you both.

Loves being near you in silence.

He’ll sit on the floor while you read. Lean against the wall while you fold laundry. Sometimes just lay a hand on your ankle while scrolling through something with that faraway expression of his.

His kisses are firm, slow, and rare.

But when he does it? It's like the world stops for a second. Like he needs to make sure you feel it — like it’s a promise without words.

Protective but Calm

Never panics — but he notices everything.

If someone’s staring too long, or you look uncomfortable with someone’s tone, he doesn’t even need to speak. One look from Logan is enough to make anyone rethink their entire day.

Keeps one ear open at night, always.

Doesn’t sleep deeply when you're next to him — not because he’s anxious, but because that protector instinct doesn’t switch off.

If you shift too much or sigh in your sleep, you’ll feel his arm pull you in closer, heavy hand settling on your side like armor.

Love Through Routine

Never forgets dates.

He doesn’t make a show of anniversaries — just wakes up early and makes your coffee exactly the way you like it, sets it next to a small box: a keychain, a photo, something quietly sentimental.

“Been a year,” is all he says. But his eyes? Full of it.

Has a drawer at your place.

It’s organized with military precision. A flashlight. A change of clothes. A spare knife. Some of his favorite socks.

It’s not just storage. It’s his way of saying: this is home too.

Leaves notes when he can’t say goodbye.

Folded post-it stuck to the fridge:

“Didn’t want to wake you. I’ll be gone a few days. Lock up. Don’t forget to eat.”

Always signed off with just: –L.

Quiet, Gentle Jealousy

Never aggressive. Just observant.

If someone flirts with you? Logan doesn’t interrupt. But he’ll step a little closer, brush his hand over your lower back, speak in a voice lower than usual:

“something wrong fella?”

He is ready to throw hands.

When He’s Hurt (Physically or Emotionally)

He’s terrible at letting you help him.

Will absolutely downplay a wound.

“It’s nothing. Just scratched.”

But the way he winces when he sits down gives him away. You patch him up, and he’ll mutter something like:

“…you’re too good to me.”

Emotional pain? Comes out in subtle ways.

Like longer silences. Shorter sleep. Distant stares at nothing.

When that happens, you just sit near him, maybe bring him a beer.

After a while, he’ll just lean his head on your shoulder and whisper:

“You keep me grounded.”

close to your ear, maybe after a long day when he’s lying beside you with a hand on your chest.

“…Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Hesh walker:

Oh do not get started (glaze time), ok joking.

When He Loves You? It’s in the steady way he holds you when the world’s too loud.

It’s in the fact that you’re the only one who’s ever seen him let his guard down — seen the grief behind his father’s death, the guilt after missions, the fear of losing people again.

And when you hold his hand, when you choose to stay with him through all of it — he looks at you like you’re the only calm in the storm he’s always in.

This is love for him.

His Love Language Is Reliability

He never makes promises lightly.

But when he does? He keeps them. If he says he’ll be back Friday, it might be 3AM — but he’ll be at your door.

Helps you with practical things: fixing things around the house, picking up your meds when you forget, standing behind you while you try to figure out the grill, whispering an advice in your ear with a grin while holding your waist.

That makes you slightly feeling tickled.

"You can’t cook steak like this sloppy, sweetheart. Let a lieutenant man show you how"

Protective, But Never Overbearing

If your job ever involves risk, he doesn’t coddle. He respects your strength. But he makes you promise to check in.

“You’re tough. I know that. Just let me know you’re safe, yeah?”

If he ever sees someone flirting with you, he won’t confront them. He just walks up, puts a hand low on your back, and looks down at them with a smile that isn’t really a smile.

“Hey, baby. Ready to head out?”

The look in his eyes makes it real clear: back off. But he’ll never raise his voice.

Carries a photo of you tucked into a side pouch.

It’s not a fancy photo. It’s candid — probably a shot you didn’t know he took, you laughing at something dumb he said.

And If you ask about it? “It’s not for me. It’s so I don’t forget what I’m coming back to.”

Casual Domestic Stuff that Feels Like Forever

He shaves in the bathroom with the door open

He always leaves something of his behind when he leaves.

A shirt on the bed. His dog tags hanging over your mirror.

Hesh likes driving with you, windows down, one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. No destination. Just motion, and being beside you.

He Remembers Everything You Say

The snack you offhandedly said was hard to find? He carries three of them in a tactical bag, offers one with a casual,

“You said these were gold, right?”

You tell him you had a bad dream while he was deployed. The next time he’s back, he spends three nights staying up late just talking with you, gently cuddling with you and rubbing your arm until you fall asleep.

"I'm not gonna go anywhere tonight"

Warm Physical Affection

Resting his forehead against yours.

One of his signature moves — a quiet, a grounding gesture. If he’s had a rough week, or you look tired, he’ll do it.

You’ll be doing something mundane, and he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, chin tucked into your shoulder.

Calls you things like:

“sweetheart,” “trouble” when you tease him, “my love” low and serious, and sometimes, “sunshine” when he's really in the mood to make you melt.

Keeps you in the loop, even when he can’t tell you everything.

“I can’t give you details, but we’re not going far this time. I’ll send something, alright? Just so you don’t wait up wondering.”

He hates secrecy when it comes to you, even though it’s protocol. So he shares just enough to give you peace of mind — always careful not to cross lines, but never leaving you in the dark.

Does quiet perimeter checks when he visits your place. He won't say it aloud unless you ask, but he always checks the windows and locks when he gets in.

Keegan p. russ

What Love Looks Like With Keegan.

He’s the kind of man who stays.

Through hell, through silence, through fear.

You could break, and he’d still be there beside you. Steady.

Keegan may be cold to the world — but he’d give you his entire heart without ever saying a word about it.

But when something breaks him — like losing someone, or a brutal memory — he’ll find you, wordless, and just rest his forehead against yours.

You feel the quake in his hands. You hold him through it.

He doesn’t need comfort. He needs you.

When He’s Sick or Injured

He will 100% downplay injuries.

“It’s nothing.”

He only lets you treat him because you insist — and even then, he looks away, jaw tight, muttering:

“Don't have to.”

But when you’re sick?

Cold exterior drops a bit.

He doesn’t hover — but he stays in the same room. He brings you water, makes soup, and sits at your feet reading/staring while his elbows rest on his knees in silence.

"Not good with this shit taking care of sick people thing"

But you look at the blankets he tucked around you and the meds lined up perfectly on the table…Yes he is. and professional about it.

Everyday Moments Where You Feel His Care

He hates talking on the phone. But if you text him "home safe?" after a mission — he'll always reply within a minute.

Simple messages:

“Yeah.”

“Be back soon.”

“Missed you.” (only after long missions and he’s exhausted)

If he wakes up before you, he always checks the locks.

You never have to ask. It’s just what he does.

He moves around the apartment in silence like a ghost, making breakfast maybe, turning the heater on, folding the blanket over you again.

When you’re stressed?

He doesn’t give speeches. He just sits beside you, takes your hand, and stays. His thumb brushes the back of your hand — over and over. Steady. Reassuring.

He’s not jealous. He’s possessive in the quietest way.

No scenes. No words. Just closer.

His arm brushes your back. His eyes track anyone who gets too close.

If someone crosses a line? You don’t even see him move.

You just hear the words,

“You’ve got five seconds to back off.”

If you’re in danger? He’ll burn the world down. No hesitation. Tactical. Lethal. And once you’re safe, he doesn’t even brag.

He just pulls you close, checks you over with rough, fast hands and a voice low with fury:

“Are you okay? Tell me right now.”

Physical Affection That Comes Slow but Meaningful

I don't see him as a fan of PDA.

But in private, when it’s just you and him in low light, laying side-by-side with only the hum of the city outside — he’ll slip a hand on your waist/back. Callused, warm, anchoring.

His hugs are rare. But when they come? You melt.

Arms around your waist, head buried in your shoulder, quiet inhale like you’re the only place he can breathe properly.

He kisses you like it’s the only thing keeping him human.

No rush. One hand cupping the back of your neck, eyes closed, like he’s grounding himself in you before the world turns to noise again.

Keegan is not touchy or loud about love.

But if he lets you close, you know you mean everything.

You’re the only person allowed to see his silences not as distance — but as calm. He doesn’t need to fill the air when you’re in it. That’s his love language.

When Keegan starts falling for you, it’s not some rom-com moment — it’s in how he lingers in your doorway a second longer before leaving.

How he always walks you to your door.

You never have to tell him twice what you like or need. He listens. Quietly. Closely.

He remembers every detail — your tired tells, your comfort movies, the exact way your breath catches when something bothers you.

He may not comment — but he will adjust everything to protect you from it.

Thomas Merrick

WE ARE WILDING HERE

Sigh i just i know this man shows his love in a rough way and can be so lovely partner at the same time :(

Merrick is the kind of man who believes “if you say it, you better mean it.”

So when he says “I love you,” — it’s not daily. It’s not light.

It’s rare. It’s honest. It lands like an oath.

He doesn’t toss the word around. When he gives it to you, it’s for life.

He’s not the romantic in the movie sense. But he’s romantic in the quiet, strong ways that matter:

Carrying your bags without saying a word.

Fixing your door hinges or changing light bulbs like it’s second nature.

Teaching you how to shoot “just in case, darlin’.”

Holds the door. Always. Walks on the street side. Knows your order by heart.

He’s not performative — this is just how he was raised. “You take care of what’s yours. That’s it.”

When he’s off duty and finally unwinds, it’s simple:

Just jeans, a quiet record playing, a drink in his hand, and you curled next to him on the porch or couch.

He doesn’t talk much during these moments — just rests his hand over you and watches.

Someone disrespects you — even subtly — you’ll see his entire posture change. Shoulders square. Chin lifts.

He’ll handle it with a look or just a sentence.

“You might wanna take that tone elsewhere, partner.”

Calm. Cold. Final.

He does background checks on anyone you mention from work. You never asked him to — but he just needs to know you're safe.

“I don’t trust easy. You know that.”

If You're Sick or Hurt

Wraps his whole day around taking care of you.

Brings water.

Keeps your meds on a schedule.

Reads labels twice.

His version of comforting is “practical love.” He tucks you in, sits nearby, and talks in a low, grounded tone: “You just rest. Let me handle everything else.”

It takes a long time for Merrick to open up emotionally.

He doesn’t like weakness. He doesn’t do breakdowns.

But when something gets to him — like losing a brother-in-arms — you’ll see him quiet. Real quiet.

And then he’ll just say:

“He didn’t deserve to go like that.”

And he’ll just let you hold him, for once. He won’t say much else — but you being there means everything.

You walk past a shop window and mention something off-hand?

Next week, it’s in your hands.

He shrugs “Figured you’d like it. That’s all.”

He smells like cedar, gunpowder, and soap.

When he hugs you, it’s like every storm disappears.

His hugs are solid. Full-body. Protective.

Not the type to rock you gently — more like you just got caught in a safe storm.

He hates leaving without saying goodbye. Even if you're asleep, he leans in and whispers:

“See you soon, sweetheart.”

Kick

Ok straight ti flirting.

“So, what’s someone like you doing in someone like me’s life?”

He grins as you roll your eyes, then leans in and kisses your cheek like he just won the lottery.

He’s shameless. He loves seeing you roll your eyes.

He’s the kind of partner who pretends not to care about couple-y stuff… but he’s always doing it anyway.

Quietly restocks the things you always forget

He won’t mention it, though. He’ll just act like it’s always been there. “What? You think this place runs itself?” tell him thank you.

Smart-Mouth with a Soft Spot man.

He likes to make a lot of jokes to tease you and he knows if he had gone too much or not.

But if someone makes fun or a joke on you he just goes with "..."

or with "You done?" if he is brave enough.

But under the sass, he’s lowkey obsessed with you.

Like—not clingy. Just always aware of where you are, how you're doing.

You say, “I had a bad day,” and he's already halfway through setting up your favorite comfort routine.

You send him selfies?

He sets them as his lockscreen, background, tablet wallpaper, and maybe puts one in his HUD just for the hell of it.

His excuse?

“Motivation. Don’t judge my methods.”

Always calls you before missions. Even if it’s 10 seconds.

“Hey. Just reminding you: you’re stuck with me, and I’m coming home.”

He lives to get under your skin—but in the softest ways.

Rewrites your shopping list with things like “kisses, [energy drink name] and popcorn.”

Plays dumb so you’ll explain something, cause he just likes to hear your voice, see how deep and rumbling about it.

But when you’re overwhelmed or low?

He’s instantly serious.

Just leans in and asks, quietly,

“Alright, what do you need from me?”

He acts tough. Smart mouth. Tech genius. But the second he’s home, he's melting.

Pulls you into bed face-first.

Buries his face in your neck.

Whispers, “Didn’t even realize how bad I needed this.”

Submissive? Yeah, lowkey.

He doesn’t call it that. But if you ask him to lay back while you handle things? He’s smiling. Proud.

“Told you — I got the best taste.”

You initiate anything romantic or physical?

He blushes. Denies it. But the look in his eyes is pure putty.

“You tryna end me? 'Cause it's working.”

Sends memes, inside jokes, and voice notes from base.

The voice notes always end with a mumbled:

“...love you. Don’t say it back if you’re in public. Don’t wanna make people jealous.”

When he’s sick?

He’s dramatic. Whiny.

“Babe...this is how I go. This is the end. Remember me sexy.”

But when you’re sick?

He’s silent, steady, doting. Doesn’t let you lift a finger.

Teaches you about tech if you're interested.

Gets overly excited explaining it.

Lets you solder something and says:

“You're hotter when you’re holding a wire cutter, not gonna lie.”

If i keep talking about this man the post gonna be NSFW bye.

[pear1escence]

David ‘Hesh’ Walker x fem!Reader 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 18+ Smut - short and shitty❤️

Hesh totally has a thing for heels. Something about the height it gives you, the commanding ‘click clack’ of your steps, the natural energy of dominance you exude in a pair of glossy black red bottoms.

He won’t admit it to himself that he wants you to take control, not when the voice in the back of his head tells him that a man’s place in the bedroom is dominant, but that doesn’t stop his cock from growing hard in his dress pants when he watches you getting ready for a night out, painting your fingernails in a deep red colour to match your pedicure, those glossy black stilettos twisting back and forth with boredom, legs lazily stretched over the desk you sit by.

He wants nothing more than to push his face into the junction of your neck, inhale the musky, dark, sexy vanilla perfume you wear, rut his uncomfortably hard dick against your thigh and finish in his pants with your nails raking down his back. But he’d never admit that.

That he imagines your sharp stiletto heel tracing up his thigh, the sole of it pressing against his fabric-covered cock, that teasing smile on your painted lips. That he palms his dick through his pants imagining it’s you, barely giving his cock any attention and mocking his desperation for it. Pulling him closer with a hand wrapped around his tie, licking up his neck and nipping at his earlobe, unbuckling his belt to fish out his dick, the soft traces of your fingertips along his shaft not enough to make him cum, but enough to have him gritting his teeth, so so desperate for more.

He fucks his fist to the thought of your teasing laughter if he was ever to admit his desires to you, breath hitching in his throat as he pictures those perfectly manicured nails tracing along his cockshaft.

Hidden away in his barracks, jerking himself off to nothing but the thought of you, those pretty heels and the way they make you look. Only giving in to his hard-on because it was near painful, wanting to get it over with quickly both from the embarrassment that heats his face and his need to cum, thick brows knotted in pleasure, his head tipped back against the wall, the only noise being the wet faps of his hand around his cock and the breathy half-moans he lets slip. He comes all over his fist, face burning with embarrassment despite you being his, and so he swears to himself, although he knows he won’t stick to it, that he’ll forget this dirty fantasy, won’t entertain it anymore.

[luboy7rt]

How I think COD GHOSTS Characters Would Sleep/Sleep next to you (GN - Teammate!Reader)

Note: This is like awkward coworker things. As if being forced to share a bed, not really romantic or anything, so it's platonic but could be for anyone. Just my thoughts on how these characters would react/act to this type of situation.

(Feel free to drop your own ideas in the comments/reblogs, No pressure though!)

Includes; Elias Walker, David ‘Hesh’ Walker, Logan Walker, Keegan P. Russ, Thomas A. Merrick, Kick and Riley

Elias Walker:

- He does an awkward little ‘I'm just gonna scootch in right here’ murmur as he lays down on one side of the bed. A pillow between you two as he crosses his arms over his chest to sleep.

- He's dead asleep before you even touch your pillow, and he snores… loudly. Like loud. And he can sleep in any position. His time in the military trained him for anything. Even if you take up most of the bed, he can hang his legs half off it and still stay asleep.

- He ends up sleeping with a pillow over his eyes, his arm would keep it in place, it lowkey looks like he suffocated himself, but nah, he's fine. Somehow, he just sleeps like that just to ‘block everything out’ for no specific reason. (But hey it blocks out his snores half the time)

- Elias doesn't really shift or move once he's asleep, he just stays very still, you might assume he's dead every time You wake up through the night.

- Elias is the ‘right’ temperature during the night, he's always very warm, not too cold or not too hot. If you're cold, he's willing to simply offer you all the blankets, or if you're hot he wouldn't mind taking the blankets for himself.

- Elias tries to be mindful of what you want or need, you could just wake him up if you need to, just let him know if you need something. Like you want a cup of water? He would get up out of bed to go get you one.

David ‘Hesh’ Walker:

- Surprisingly, Hesh doesn't snore, but he does like grunt or groan when he sleeps whenever he shifts over or when Riley hops onto him/the bed to sleep with you both.

- He isn't very awkward if you two know each other ‘well enough’ but if you two don't? He's as stiff as a board, glancing at you every few minutes as if to ensure that this was okay, are you comfortable? He's not comfortable.

- Hesh puts a pillow between the two of you at the beginning of the night, but half way through he ends up holding that pillow, cuddling up to it just to have something to hold. 

- He spawls out when he sleeps, unlike Elias he shifts around alot, moving his body when he's too hot, to find the colder areas of the bed. Hesh is like a human-heater while asleep and you being in the bed next to him doesn't help.

- If you need something he will begrudgingly go get it for you, he would grumble or be sassy about it though. Only for your first ask, if he gets in bed and you ask him for another thing? He's not getting up till morning unless it's important.

Logan Walker: 

- He snores, despite being deadly silent throughout the whole day, he snores like his father. Very loud, Like put him and Riley in a room together overnight and Hesh would refuse to sleep near them.

- Logan would just opt to stay awake, silently staring at the ceiling as you sleep next to him. He reflecting his life, like he does every night. His hands grasped together on his lower stomach as he doesn't even move. 

- You might get curious and glance up because you don't even hear or see him breath, get jumpscared by his eyes being wide open as he ‘reflects’ or he also just sleeps with his eyes open somehow. Like half open, his eyes don't even fully close as he got into a ‘habit’ when he was young. (It scared the shit out of Elias and Hesh constantly when he was young, Elias would always just..  close his eyes at night, so he didn't have to see it or put a sleep mask on him)

- Logan isn't aware of this habit either, you try and smack him awake, and he wakes up but confused thinking you just smacked him for no reason, even if you try and explain it to him, he just waves it off.

- Logan’s freezing during the night, he ends up accidentally stealing the blanket a handful of times from you. You may need to yank it back over yourself or he just wouldn't notice your silent suffering or your annoyance.

- Logan isn't a fan of getting woken up, he would give you a side eye as he grunts if you ask for something.. unless it's very needed, he won't be moving. Claims his legs asleep just for him to forget about your request and fall back asleep.

Keegan P. Russ: 

- He's an asshole, puts his cold feet over you, never in a pattern, but just does it, even wakes you up with just putting his feet on you.

- He can sleep anywhere, Any position, any time. Give him five minutes and he'll be dead asleep.

- Suffers from nightmares, so he might scare you awake randomly through the night when he shoots up from his sleep and accidentally almost shoves you off the bed.

- Keegan is freezing, and he knows it. Randomly places his hand on your arm or his legs over yours if you two know each other very well, he's simply smug and likes messing with you.

- If you two don't know each other he's silently there. Won't interact with you, won't touch you, won't go near you, there is two pillows between you both as if you even shift he's staring at you. He would stay awake the whole night, not trusting sleeping next to someone he doesn't know very well.

- If you do ask him for something throughout the night he tells you to “screw yourself” or a flat out “No.” before going to go get whatever you ask for within five minutes. He won't get up twice though, so if you need a handful of things just ask while he's up because he will ignore you if you ask for something else after he lays down again.

Thomas A. Merrick:

- It isn't that bad at all, Merrick's pretty respectful, makes it comfortable for you both. He'll ask if you are comfortable when you sleep side by side. If you're not? He's willing to put a pillow between you, or he might just end up sleeping on a chair if you don't want to sleep next to him.

- He will scrunch up his body uncomfortably if you ask him to sit in the chair. Merrick can somehow sleep like that, but will wake up with back pains.

- Sleeping in bed next to each other isn't even awkward, it's just the silence that is heavy, he makes sure not to touch you, or bother you. But he does snore in his sleep, and it's never continuous snoring. No it's random loud snores or snorts while he's asleep, it's like a jumpscare how random it is.

- He apologizes if you wake him up to tell him off, and does indeed sleep elsewhere if you want him to. Merrick does care about your sleep, you both being teammates, he needs you in your best conditions and if he is ruining your sleep accidentally, he's willing to sleep elsewhere.

- Merrick is nice and warm when he sleeps, he wouldn't really mind if you cuddle up to him if you two know each other well enough. He will simply put his arm under your head and hold you close. 

- If you ask him to get up from the bed to get you something, he would grumble about it under his breath but get up to go get it for you, you can do this a maximum of three times throughout the while night before he gets too agitated with you and gives you a order to just go to fucking bed.

Kick:

- Kick is.. well a difficult sleeper, he could either have great nights of sleep, or he'll continuously wake up every few hours. In turn? He wakes you up every few hours as well, he shifts, turns, throws a leg over you (you can throw it back over him or shove him off the bed, he will end up staying on the floor till the next time he wakes up through the night.).

- He also makes random noises? Like completely random, he's somehow really good at impressions while dead asleep, boots against the floor? No it's just Kick sleep talking..? conversations while he's dead asleep? It keeps you on edge the whole night, not knowing what is Kick… or what could possibly be an intruder.

- You two end up kicking eachothers feet all night long, Kick doing it too well.. kick you, randomly just attacking your feet with his own, and in retaliation you kick him back, this goes on all night. Neither of you get sleep.

- He ends up asking to hold hands with a smug look, just for his own amusement, he's trying to make this night difficult for you so he can laugh later. 

If you accept? Great, his interlocking your hands with a smug look on his face, ends up doing a death grip on your hand and he commits to the bit, he stays like that all night, even if it gets sweaty.. You'll have to fight him to get him to let go.

If You give him a side eye, tell him to shut up and get some rest, he'll be dramatic. Monologues out loud about his ‘disappointment’, makes it a point to call Keegan (if he could, Keegan might hangup or just listen to make fun of Kick next time they're on a mission together) and complain to him loudly for you to hear.

- Kick is a cool guy, not to hot or not to cold, he doesn't mind cuddling at all, he will put up a fight if you attempt to take all the blankets, if he gets none he will cuddle up to your cocooned form (if you are comfortable with that) 

- If you ask him to get up to get you something he just laughs at you and tells you hell no. Unless it's important, he's not moving from this bed until morning.

- It's actually not that awkward sharing a bed with Kick, his constant teasing, jokes and idiotic actions make it seem more like a friendly sleepover rather than awkward co-worker forced to share a bed.

Riley: 

- Riley decides to sleep in your room instead of Hesh's (after Hesh annoyed the poor dog by promising Riley to go on a walk, then forgetting due to getting back from a rough mission.) Riley ends up plopping head first into your pillow, carrying one of Logan's shirt in his mouth deciding it was his comfort item of the night.

- Riley just puts a good chunk of his weight onto you, plops his butt right to sit on you while you're asleep to attempt to wake you up. Like he will just sit like that and side eye you until you wake up and acknowledge his grand presence. 

- if you don't pet him or lay him down next to you, he gets in your personal space, like creepily stares into your closed eyes, standing over you with Logan's damn sweatshirt smacking your face until you get up or groan.. or pull Riley down to lay next to you or on you.

- Riley's tail wags when you finally wake up or acknowledge him, laying over you as you give him attention. 

- Riley does indeed quiet down after he gets what he wants, but he sprawls In his sleep.. despite being a dog, he takes up most of the bed. (It's why Hesh gets grumbley when Riley decides to take over his bed, because neither Hesh, Logan or Riley are winning whenever they share a room, as Riley makes sure to take over any bed space he could see). 

- Riley also snores, no one is sure if he's just mimicking Elias or Logan or if he really just snores really loud. Riley does indeed sometimes loudly snores when napping, you'll hear it from another room.

(Random Note; Lowkey. I want more COD GHOSTS content. more lore on Torch, Neptune, and Grim. Hell even Kick, Ajax and the OG members, Like old Task Force Stalker missions, would be so epic to know about)

[clancycatears]

MDNI (18+) ; the recent black ops 7 reveal has me reminiscing on ghosts right now. skater boy!hesh is currently on my mind... mmm…

the moment david walked through the door, skateboard in hand, you groaned audibly. why did the idiot always wear shorts outside? he looked good in fewer clothes, no doubt—but every time he returned home, his knees and shins would be covered in scrapes.

“david,” you deadpan, crossing the room to reach him right as he clicked the front door shut.

“mhm?” he hums, shouldering his unzipped hoodie off by the seam, his arms flexing with the effort until the article is off. his skateboard props against the door with a loud plop.

the goldfinger shirt that was once hidden under his hoodie was drenched in a light coat of david’s sweat. his neckline darkened a small v down to the space between his pecs, circles under his armpits, and a faint hint of a patch behind his back. the cherry on top? he stunk. bad.

you cross your arms as he tosses the clothing to the side, watching as it lands over the kitchen chair, draping over the wooden arch. “what did i say about wearing jeans? or some kind of brace—“

his eyes shot up to find yours, gaze hardening, brow crooking upward expectantly. your mouth falls shut. “baby. i’m not a li’l kid.”

your gaze flicks down to his legs, surveying the marred skin over his kneecaps. both had a minor case of road rash, the delicate skin both red and freckled with bits of remaining dirt. the wounds had opened up the scabs that’d only just healed from the same case last week. you huff. it lingers a few beats longer, exaggerating your mild frustration. “you’re hurt.”

david straightens to run both hands through his sweaty, tousled hair. “not the first time. y’know that.”

the eye roll you gave him was sardonic. “not the last time i’m cleaning you up, either.”

he offers you an amused grin. “i like when my baby takes care of me, though.” he tilts his head zealously, and your walls can’t help but crumble. “don’t you?”

you sigh, stepping an inch closer. your index finger curls around his silver box chain. the link catches on the nape of his neck and draws him closer. “not if you stink.”

david snickers breathily, his eyelids drooping as his gaze roved over your face. “mm.” when his eyes drop to your mouth, you give him a quick peck. he leans forward to chase you when your lips retreat, but you jerk your head back to avoid him.

“ah-ah. you’re showering, and then we’re cleaning you up.” you tsk, shaking your head.

his face contorts into a look you knew too well—the urge to retaliate. you raise a brow. he exhales petulantly. “fine. you owe me a big kiss, after.”

hesh masterlist

[mrshesh]

hi! do you have any general hcs for the cod:ghosts boys?

general headcanons - call of duty: ghost's

overview: general headcanons of the call of duty: ghost's boys!

pairing: none!

genre: fluff, pure tomfoolery

a/n: hi anon! i'm thrilled i finally got a request for these boys. i love them so much, it's getting a bit unhealthy. you're truly the best for requesting them! i hope you love it!

x logan walker

He sucks at puzzles. He’s smart and tactical, but puzzles are on another level of difficulty for him. 

He likes doodling a lot. If he has a pen and a surface to draw on, he will sketch a small smiley or a caterpillar. It has become such a habit that he doesn’t even think about it when he does it. It got so bad that once, Keegan called him out on it mid-doodle, leaving Logan embarrassed for a week. 

He loves the ocean, but beaches annoy him. He hates sand. (I firmly believe his hate for them is from Hesh throwing sand in his face as children.)

He has a picture of him and Hesh as kids in his wallet. He feels calmer when he looks at it, getting into the habit of peeking at it when stressed. 

He’s an avid Deftones enjoyer. He loves Beware and Diamond Eyes. 

He likes caramel-scented things, but he doesn’t like the taste of it. 

He has some insane dirt on Elias, and, of course, Hesh knows all of it. 

For some odd reason, he’s phenomenal at parallel parking. 

x david "hesh" walker

He loves movies. He can watch any genre! Horror? Great! Action? Love. Romance? Cute! Comedy? Perfect! He loves it all. Shows, however? Nope. 

He takes pride in his nails being clipped and filed at all times. He was a nailbiter in his teens, so he cares about his nails more than he should today. 

He can’t cook to save his life. 

Eminem is his go-to artist. He loves and respects many artists, but Eminem will always be at the top of his list. He loves Stan. 

He’s respectful in general.

He’s extremely secure and confident, yet he’s still pretty nervous when he talks to girls. 

He loves long car rides. Driving around in his car while listening to his favorite songs brings out a unique joy in him. 

He, unlike Logan, loves beaches! (He wasn’t the one who got sand thrown on him, so he’s thriving.) 

He hates coriander. 

x elias "scarecrow" walker

Unlike his son, Elias is great at puzzles! He’s disappointed Logan didn’t inherit that quality. He mourns it every day. 

He loves pickles. (Same.)

He manipulated himself into liking beer many years ago. 

People call him DILF all the time. It has happened too many times to count. He finds it funny, while Hesh and Logan are horrified every time. 

He doesn’t know how to put on chapstick. He puts it between his lips and swipes it back and forth, not on his lips. 

He got so much action when he was a teenager/young adult. He tells Logan and Hesh to “live a little” so they can experience that life, too. 

He doesn’t listen to music often, but when he does, he listens to either Korn or Chris Isaak. 

He adores Riley, sometimes stealing him from Hesh without warning. 

x keegan russ

He secretly enjoys ASMR. It helps him unwind and de-stress, but not sleep, surprisingly.

He’s excellent at the game Mafia. 

He has made way too many people giggle excitedly because of his voice. He finds it amusing but disturbing at the same time. He knows it’s attractive, but that many people? He has even made Elias giggle like a schoolgirl because of his vocal folds. 

Keegan strikes me as a Slipknot fan. He finds Killpop and Vermillion to be sexy. 

He loves grocery shopping. 

He talks to himself a lot. He’s antisocial and quiet around others, but when Keegan’s alone, he keeps having full-on conversations with himself. Merrick caught him doing it once - he never brought it up again. 

He enjoys lasagna a bit too much. 

He had a motorcycle phase as a young adult. It got so bad he learned how to do a wheelie on them, but his love for them has died down in the many years he’s been alive. 

He thinks wine is gross. 

x thomas merrick

He cannot stand bananas. Everything about them makes him gag. 

He gets such a rise out of being a bitch. He’s already annoying by default but strives to be even more insufferable for the fuck of it.

He, Alex, and Keegan smoke while being sentimental together at least once a month. (It’s always with Keegan and Alex - Elias, David, and Logan get left out.) 

He listens to underground metal like Sold Soul, and he thinks it makes him superior to everyone else. (And he gatekeeps it.)

He’s immune to pretty much all physical pain except for waxing. It’s enough to make him cry. 

He loved trains as a child.

His comfort song is Toxicity by System Of A Down. 

His appetite is insane. This man can eat a horse and still be hungry by the end of it. 

His calves are huge for some reason. 

[wildmayhemz]

Horny tweets/ quotes for the ghost boys

These are my opinion's, you don't got to like ‘em… just a little horny this morning. Obviously nsfw, take them however you see fit.

Hesh-

Logan-

Keegan-

Ajax-

Kick-

Merrick-

Elias-

Rorke-

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

AHHHH CONGRATS ON 5k!!! Ok ok, hear me out on this request because I think it might make a good little fic. I can’t decide between Hesh or Price for this one but I got a general idea: stoned Hesh or Price. You know those videos of husbands waking up from surgery and not recognizing their wife right away but knowing they’re the most beautiful person in the world (something like this: https://youtu.be/kV8KyeApBJY). Well maybe it’s something like he got hurt from a mission (hurt enough to require drugs/anesthesia for the plot) but is recovering back at base and imagine their wife is their medic and she’s trying to update his team on how he’s recovering and you just got a stoned Hesh or Price completely hopped up on drugs following his injury, just fawning over her and he just goes bananas when she “reveals” they’re married. The team got a kick out of it

—Keep The Sheets Warm, My Love Is Coming Home

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [If this wasn't enough to prove that you were the only person for Hesh, you didn't know what did.] ❞

You walked around the room, tidying up what you could if only for the simple fact that it could distract you from the unconscious body in the bed. Realistically as a medic, you knew he would be fine—he was in the best hands possible—but Hesh had a track record for being unpredictable. 

He’d gotten into some trouble out in No Man’s Land again. Broken arm and ribs; a bullet through his thigh. He was so pumped full of medication and anesthetics from surgery that you doubted that he would be waking up soon.

But then again, Hesh was always surprising you. It was one of the reasons you’d married him, after all. Never a dull day.

Elias’s voice calls from the doorway. 

“You’re going to fall over at this rate,” you blink quickly, turning with an extra blanket in hand to spread around your husband’s comatose state. 

Your father-in-law has his arms crossed, and Logan slinks his way through the doorway with an arm looping your shoulders, a head pushed into your scalp silently. You sigh deeply, tension that you hadn’t realized was on your face lessening.

“Only if he keeps me from seeing those greens of his.” 

Logan huffs a laugh, squeezing you as his father grunts—the stern man’s eyes softening in a way they only would for you and his boys.

“He’d be more worried about you than himself if you did. Put my mind at ease, okay?” Your eyes roll but you nod with a small smile. You don’t argue with his point in the slightest. 

So, that was how you ended up here, in a seat by Hesh’s hospital bed—your hand in his and your head nodding back and forth with fatigue. Elias and Logan are casually playing a game of chess from across the room when David’s eyes flutter; his mouth releasing a low groan.

Your lids snap back, spine straightening, but before you can get a word out, your husband is pulling his hand from yours. His green eyes are loopy, pupils blown wide. 

He mutters something under his breath, lips grimacing and face pulling in at the sight of you. 

“Hesh?” The two men stand as you check his vitals, heart hammering until there’s nothing out of the ordinary and you can sit back down with a sigh and a relieved smile. “Take it easy, alright? You got out of surgery a little while ago—everyone’s here for you—”

“W…Where’s my wife?” His words slur, jaw loose as he rotates it; the unbroken arm with an IV chord stuck in it raises as jerky digits rub at his eyes. You’re left at a loss, blinking slowly in confusion before sharing looks with your in-laws. “No offense, Miss, you’re pretty and all, but…shit, why’s everything spinning?”

A hand covers your mouth, heated embarrassment lighting inside of your veins. 

“Hesh, Sweetheart,” your arm reaches to the brunette, trying to grab his wrist that he weakly moves away. 

“Stay away from me,” he grunts, head limply lulling on its pillow. “Thought I told you to keep it to yourself. My Wife’ll rip,” Hesh’s voice fizzles, a loud yawn peeling his bandaged face back, “you to pieces.” A pause. You hear Logan trying to hide his loud laughter behind his lips. “Did…the doctor send you?”

Your body turns to Elias, face beaming and expression exasperated. 

“Now that he’s awake will you get the other three? It’ll be easier to give the news to all of you at once.”

“Already commed ‘em,” the man states, watching his eldest with a raised brow and a slow smirk. “Least we know he’s a loose cannon on anesthesia.” 

Merrick, Keegan, and Ajax all file in, and as you continue to watch over a loopy Hesh, his small noises and babbling continue even when you give the breakdown of the patient sheet. You stand just shy of brushing the bed’s lower frame. You won’t lie and say it isn’t hilarious.

“He needs to keep out of the field for at least two and a half months, boys, and I’m not joking about that, alright?”

Your husband’s slow voice slashes through your speech, and the rest of the Ghosts snicker, sharing knowing looks as Hesh tries to lift the hand currently wrapped to his chest to keep it still. “You’re a real beautiful lady, Doll, y’know that? I’m sorry you like me so much, but I love my wife, you hear? Please don’t be angry with me.”

“Hesh, Darling,” you walk closer and bend down carefully. He blinked owlishly at you, finger coming up to poke at your cheek. Your hand grabs his as you hear Ajax make a quick remark to Keegan about the man being ‘totally whipped even when he’s high.’ 

“David, hey,” your voice prompts him to smile, perhaps now only realizing the familiarity of it. “I’m going to tell you something, hm?”

“Okay,” he watches, petting your neck with his thumb. 

“I am your wife.” The man’s eyes widen comedically as everyone shares a long laugh with one another. 

“No way,” Hesh breathes after a moment, awe-stricken. “Really?”

“Really.” There’s a moment of silence, and then the heart monitor begins to pick up its pace to a fast pound. Your face goes hot with love, and you bend your head forward in a long and honest laugh into his shoulder. 

Green eyes shift to the men, and Hesh beams, cheeks red and heart racing as he slurs out, “This is my wife?!”

It was safe to say they were never going to let him forget about this.

[2kiran]

the recent keegan kinktober ,,,, heavens ,,,!;!(!4&$(4

i'd love to see a continuation where hesh sees keegan in that position and reader knows about it ,,,,, and it results ina threesome LORDD

KEEGAN & HESH 香菸 ── `` m reader. exhibitionism kink. marking. implied threesome.

Hesh’s eyes met Keegan’s.

He’d immediately halt in his tracks, wherever place he was going to visit set to the back of his mind. His throat dries, void of words. He felt awful; perverted. Both of you were his teammates, it felt like he was crossing a line he didn't know existed. Keegan didn’t shy away, looking straight at him. Have you seen him yet?

Yes. You have.

You fucked Keegan harder against the window, ensuring that he put on a show for the man below. The way Hesh’s eyes widened had you biting down on Keegan’s neck, so once the three of you reunite at base, he’ll be reminded of what he witnessed.

You know that Hesh can visit the apartment right now. You know that he’ll apologize, stammering “Sorry... I didn’t mean to stare.” And for what? What if either of you didn’t actually see him?

He’ll only embarrass himself, his cock weeping in his pants. His eyes are now avoiding both yours and Keegan’s, yet he’s more than happy to join.

[forsworned]

Hesh is such a soft dom, like he just wants to please you and have you writhing under him while he kisses your neck, so he can hear you moan his name. He literally loves intertwining your fingers together when he's fucking you missionary and he never ever finishes before you unless you're absolutely begging him to. Like you have to legit, plead with this man and lowkey he gets off on it but it's also the gentleman in him that deters him a bit. Eventually though he will, but mans cums soooo much because he is so damn fertile. His sperm count its literally over 200 million and that is a hill I will die on because he is a health freak!!! And by the end of it he's absolutely exhausted but he doesn't care because he is a soldier and if there's anything that he does it's getting the damn job done. AND BABY HE GETS IT DONEEE Because if you're not screaming out his name as your clawing your nails into his back he don wannnn ittttt and his aftercare fuuuuck it's so so so sweet, like he is barely able to keep his eyes open but he's helping you clean up, wiping up all the cum off your body before he takes care of himself and then he's making sure you feel good, calling you the love of his life and telling you how beautiful you are and is damn near crying about how lucky he is to have you, sleepy, eepy kisses all over your face as he wraps you in his arms and snuggles his face into the crook of your neck and then mans is konked tf out

[brokenpieces-72]

Parents

CoD Ghosts Cryptid Hunter AU | Navigation

TW: young creature death, some mourning, mentions of abuse, parent issues, vomiting

“H-hey Logan.” You stuttered into your phone, trying to keep your voice steady. Your sniffles betrayed you.

“Y/N? What’s up?” Logan asked on the other end, sounding friendly with an undertone of concern.

“Uh… not much. Listen could I uh…” it wasn’t the first time you’d asked this question, and you hated asking it because you felt like a chore for doing so. You'd asked to hang out before, and stay at their place instead of driving home in the middle of the night. That was fine. This wasn't one of those times.

“Could you come pick me up? I just need a lift to a motel, that’s all.” You said quickly, brushing off the original question. You heard some muffled voices on the other end, for a bit. You could hear his dad and brother faintly in the background, with Logan's voice going in and out as he was moving the mic away from himself. You didn't want to drag all of them into it, just get a ride. “I can get a cab if that’s easier, I know it’s out of the way.��

“David and I are on the way.” Logan replied. Right, David had a licence but Logan didn't yet. Still on a learners.

“Thank you, I’ll buy dinner if you guys haven’t eaten yet.” You said. There was some noise nearby, making you fidget in place.

“Deal.” Logan said. You gave him your location, before watching a couple of guys walk past, rough housing a little probably after a drink at the bar. You tensed, and made yourself as small as possible.

“Could you uh… stay on the line for a bit? Just in case?” You asked. You didn't want to sit in silence, not right now. You were alone and hurting. It wasn't safe to be by yourself.

“Wasn’t planning on hanging up.” Logan said. You smiled a little, patting at the rain and tears on your face.

A little while later you saw a familiar old truck pull up to the bus shelter. You were already soaked through, wringing out your shirt like a dish cloth. You looked like the average goth kid who should be listening to metal in the rain.

You picked up your backpack and got in the backseat, where a very excited Riley was waiting for you. “Hey buddy.”

Riley’s tail patted the seats while he made soft growl sounds, urging you to get in. As soon as your seat belt was on, Riley gave you some kisses and let you pet him.

The boys took you to pick up some food, and despite you insisting you didn’t need anything to eat, they got you something anyways. And yes, you paid for it. As you snacked on your fries, David drove. You liked these nights of hanging out with your friends. For a moment it felt like just a random late night food run. That was until your phone started to blow up with text messages. You tried to shut it up but it kept going and going. Then you got a phone call panicked, picking it up.

“Y/n! Where are you?” Not even a hello.

“I told you I was hanging out with some friends.” You said, knowing the Walker boys could hear you.

“Come home right now, we’re not done with this conversation!”

“We can talk about it tomorrow.” You said, wanting to cool off first. You were trying to remain calm but you wanted to throw your phone out the window. You wanted to scream at him to leave your house and your life. It would make things worse.

“Come home now! Or else I’ll be taking your phone away for a month.”

“You can’t do that.” You argued. “I paid for it and I’m paying my own phone bill.”

“I’m your father, I will take it if I want to!” No, he wasn't. Your father had a far better temper, and didn't drive her out of their house.

“You already took my mother to your bed, now you want to sleep with my phone?” You countered, already fed up. Logan snorted holding back a laugh. David hushed him but was smiling too.

“You little shit, your ass better be home or there will be more consequences!”

“I’m not coming home until you and mom calm down, and are willing to have a civil discussi-“

“Don’t you dare talk down to me! I will not have some spoiled little brat disrespecting me in my house!”

“Well in that case I won’t come home. I'm sorry, but respect is earned both ways, and I've done my half of the work. Good night.” You said and hung up. Another phone call, this one from your mom. You didn’t want to hear what she had to say about this. Honestly, she only ever sided with her boyfriend. You shut your phone off completely.

The Walker boys heard you. You know they did, because they’re too quiet. Don’t cry, you don’t want to cry. A deep breath, and more Riley cuddles. Riley sighed too, sounding as fed up as you were. The truck came to a fork.

“Turn left here.” You said, seeing David was in the wrong lane.

“Nope.” David said and turned right. You sighed quietly.

“Hesh, really I’m gonna be fine.” You assured him. David ignored you. “I don’t want to bother your dad.”

“Whose idea do you think this was?” Logan asked, leaning towards you. Riley rested his head on your lap, and you gave him some ear scratches.

You woke up in the backseat of the van heading to Loch Ness. David drove with Logan in the passenger seat. It was raining outside and night time. Some time had passed since you’d requested to visit Nessie. A couple missions in between as well, with Keegan acting different. Seemed quieter, depressed and anxious.

Of course he’d tried to hide it, not wanting to show weakness but something was going on. He was still needed on the team which is why you requested to go instead. The Walker boys didn’t know about the bond Keegan had with Nessie, until you brought it up. They’d heard of bonding before sure, but didn’t have much more knowledge than that.

“Morning.” Logan said, looking at you from the front seat. “Figured you’d want to sleep a bit longer. Your phone’s been buzzing for a bit.”

You pulled it out to check, seeing some texts from your father. Requests for check-ins.

“Valkyrie has landed.” You texted back quickly before looking at the rest. Mostly to stay safe, be careful because it’s been a while since Nessie had seen you, and to remember your wet suit.

“So you never told us about Nessie.” David mentioned from the front seat.

“Yeah I uh… my dad told me not to, the whole Cryptid monster hunting thing was supposed to be a secret. I didn’t find out about everything else until around the time you guys probably did.” You explained still trying to wake up. “Got to see her a few times but mostly it was just dad.”

“Did you meet Nessie before or after meeting us?” David asked.

“Before.” You said. “I remember I was scared of the water, and she actually made me feel safer. My dad reminded me that Nessie was the most dangerous thing in the water but wouldn’t hurt me.”

Arriving at the Walker house, the boys led you inside, with Elias waiting at the door. Riley shook himself dry outside before padding in. Logan offered his arm and you took it while David took your bag. You tried wringing out your clothes again before going inside.

“How are ya kid?” Elias asked.

“Wet.” You answered, forcing a smile, your tears hopefully still camouflaged by the rain.

“No hug then?” Elias asked. As if. You hugged him and took a minute to breathe. There was a slight squeeze of reassurance from Elias but you winced making a tiny squeak.

“That doesn’t sound good." Elias commented quitely. "Alright, go upstairs, shower, do what ever you need, get changed and come back down here? Want to talk to you.”

“It’s fine sir, really.” You said.

“I insist.” Elias said. You couldn’t easily say no to him. You did as he suggested, taking his words as an order.

The vehicle was stopped by the shore and you made sure you had your wet suit on just in case. It had been a while since you’d seen her. Would she recognize you? Hopefully.

You learned quickly when you led the boys to the dock. Almost immediately you heard her crying out and moving around in the water. You hesitated at the end of the dock, while the boys scanned the area. Nessie let out another cry, hiding in the fog.

“Somethings wron-“ before you could tell Hesh and Logan, Nessie rose out of the water, roaring at you. The brothers moved back while you held your ground.

Nessie got down low, and stared right at you. You put your arms out from your sides, letting her investigate. You hadn’t seen her since Odin, but Keegan had. Maybe the bond kept her more docile but something else had been distressing her. Her dark eyes seemed darker, like they were enraged and in pain.

“Not here to hurt you… do you remember me?” You asked. Nessie got close, sniffing you. Despite the time you’d spent, and how much older you’d gotten, your heart was still thumping in your chest. You’d never seen her like this before.

Very carefully you moved your hand to her head, gently stroking her. She seemed calmer, if only a little. There was recognition in her eyes as she pressed her head into your hand. To Nessie, recognizing your scent is like reuniting with an old friend. Her head nuzzles into your body as you give her a small embrace back. “I missed you too.”

Meanwhile the Walker boys kept their distance, not wanting to interfere with the reunion. David stepped back intending to go back to the vehicle if only to let you have some privacy with your old swim teacher. The board behind him, creaked as his weight landed upon it. Nessie’s eyes shot up and pulled away from you quickly. There were others, and she was ready.

“No no!” You tell her getting a quick glance back at the boys before she pulled away further. Nessie wouldn’t listen. She didn’t want more intruders! How dare you bring more hunters!

“Friends Nessie! Friends!” You shouted up to her as she glared down at the other two ghosts. Nessie remained tense but didn’t try to attack. She looked to you as you tried to remain between her and your brothers. Still innocent even after all the blood. Nessie turned, crying out and vanished into the fog below the water. You took a moment to catch your breath along with David and Logan.

“What was that about?” Logan asked.

“Something is wrong… I don’t know what but-“ once again you’re interrupted, this time by Riley. He was barking for attention and whimpering as he was pacing around wanting you to follow. This time David took the lead following the K9 along the shore, while Riley took off ahead. You and Logan followed closely after. As you jogged after them, you heard the surface of the water breaking and mournful cry echoing around you.

As you grow closer to what Riley found you start to piece the story together. There is a smell in the air one you recognize, and your stomach churns and twists. You don’t want to be right. Please don’t be right. Nessie doesn’t deserve that. You knew having a young one of her own was near impossible, especially for cryptids. Your pace started to pick up as you saw the source of the smell. David and Logan slowed their pace while you sped up, focused on the torn mass attracting flies and other insects.

Your heart broke as you came to a stop. In front of you was the body of plesiosaur. A juvenile plesiosaur. You stood there staring, seeing it had been ripped into by something, with chunks of flesh bitten off. From the water, another mournful cry echoes around, as if the land itself were grieving for Nessie’s loss. You covered your mouth and nose with your arm as you approached closer. David looked around, trying to make out any shapes that could be moving in the fog. It broke your soul as you stepped around the body. You needed to know what happened and no questions would be worth asking. You needed to check for yourself. The poor creature couldn’t be very old. It was bigger than you but not by much. Its head had been severed from its neck. The neck had bite marks like a half eaten cob of corn. The flippers were scratched if not missing and the body was torn into, exposing the little one’s ribs. You have to step over the carnage to inspect it closer. What little food you had in you was threatening to come back up, as a hint of the scent reached your nose. Every detail needed to captured in photos and every time the camera flashed you hoped it would reveal something different. A sign of life where there was none.

Your eyes stung not from the stench of decay but, from the pain you felt for Nessie. No more, you couldn’t take anymore. You could deal with bodies sure but this felt too personal. When you turned to walk away, you found Logan close by his hand out to help you step over the remains. You focused on his hand not wanting to look him in the face. Then you hear the water’s surface break and you looked up to see Nessie in the distance. You could just make out her features through the mist. Nessie was supposed to be the most dangerous thing in the Loch, and had to watch her little one be ripped apart.

Something inside of your was struck. Your mind envisioning the horrible scene Nessie may have witnessed. You ripped yourself away from Logan, staggering. You stumbled to your hands and knees. Before he could ask what was wrong, your lunch came up.

You sit in the van while David sits by the fire. You had a blanket around you, as Nessie continued to cry for her little one. Riley was at the end of the dock lying down, head resting on his paws. He was whimpering a little, but you don’t notice it much. The sound of footsteps catches your attention as you see Logan approaching, with more fire wood. After setting it down, Logan sits next to you.

“What could you have done?” He asked. David doesn’t react. You looked at the youngest Walker boy, confused.

“What?”

“What could you have done?” He repeated.

“I… I don’t know I could have come sooner. I could hav-“

“If you came sooner you could’ve been caught up in whatever got Nessie’s calf.” Logan told you. Now you understand what he was asking.

“I could have spoken up…”

“Dad needed us.” Logan said.

“I hate the fact that we couldn’t do anything. And then come back only to find Nessie lose something so important to her."

“But we saved the important things to others. We still are.” Logan assured you. You wiped away your tears. Another cry from Nessie. You saw her sticking closer to your group, perhaps wanting to watch over her bond’s own little one.

“You think she gave the baby a name?” David asked finally. You looked at him and then back at Nessie.

“Not sure. Don’t know if it was a girl or a boy either.” You said, your throat still sore. Logan reminded you to drink some more water.

“What about Kai?” David suggested, turning his head only a little to add to the discussion. You liked the name.

“Kai.” You said. David got up from his spot and went up to the vehicle asking Logan to scoot over so he could get in. When he climbed back out he had three bottles in hand. Pop, because no drinking on hunts.

You took one of them, and Logan took the other. Honestly you could use something to wash down the bile taste in your mouth. You uncapped the bottle alongside your best friends.

“To Kai. May they be swimming joyously among the stars.” David said. You raised your bottle with Logan in a toast. The drink goes down nicely, cooling your dry throat. Ghosts don't gewt a lot of time to mourn their fallen, usually waiting until they've returned to base to properly pay respects. You took the little moments when you could.

A bark interrupted the moment. Riley was sitting on the dock now with Nessie lowering her head to meet him. Nessie was still making soft noises, but she seemed more calm. Was Riley communicating with her? You couldn’t help but smile, noticing Riley’s tail wag.

“I’m not gonna ask about what happened to your arm.” Elias said, sitting across from you. He noticed you tugging your sleeve. You were trying to focus on the rain falling instead. Once you’d finished your shower and rewrapped your arm, Elias had asked you to come talk to him in the dining room. He had water for you, which you appreciated cause the talk he wanted to have would lead to some tears, if not some high emotions.

“Should I tell you?” You asked.

“Only if you want.” Elias said. You stared at the floor for a moment. You wouldn’t be able to hide it, one of the boys would ask about it when they saw. You rolled up your sleeve for him.

“Burned it.” You said, as if that told him everything. Elias didn’t ask any more.

“What happened tonight?” Elias asked. You took a deep breath, wanting to block out everything that happened. He’s asking because he cares, and not only that, but you know your father cares. You try shrugging it off. “Val, you’re talking to me not the floor.”

You lifted your head. “Got a new piercing and was hiding it. Said if I was going to act like a pin cushion then I could sleep in the closet. Tried to laugh it off and he threatened to lock me in my room so I couldn’t go see my dad but when he called him a fuck I told him off. He got mad.”

Elias could fill in the rest. Your mom likely stepped in, telling you off so her boyfriend could calm down a bit and feel superior. You fled to your room to get your bag, and ran away into the pouring rain.

“I need to call your father, but I don’t feel comfortable letting you go back to that place. Especially with that burn.” Elias said calmly while you sipped your water. “The boys are downstairs, you go relax and take care of yourself with them. I’ll make a phone call and tomorrow we’ll get your stuff.”

“You don’t have to.” You said.

“I don’t but I am. Y/N you may not be my kid, but you’re no less family.” Elias told you. You sniffed and laughed to cover up your tears.

“Thank you.” You said.

“By the way, the new piercing looks good.” Elias said. You smiled, taking your water with you to basement where Logan and David were waiting with a controller for you. When you took off your hoodie and they saw the bandage they simply asked if you wanted a blanket since the basement got chilly. You cuddled up next to Logan who didn’t complain especially since you seemed to be each other’s good luck charm against David in Street Fighter. Riley was still a lapdog size, despite him being around for quite a few years. He was still a good boy, and considered himself David’s good luck charm, snuggling and get in the way of combos.

You called your dad. You had to call him, it was important. While the phone rang you paced around a little distance from the van where Logan and David kept watch and tested some of the gear in the van. Your phone rang for a bit, and you waited patientlyu for him to pick up. You had run the conversation in your head a few times to get yourself used to it. Soon you heard his voice. Your preparation had fallen apart.

"Hey kiddo." Keegan said. "How you doing? Nessie okay?"

"Hi dad um... I'm fine." You said, the words catching in your throat. You hesitated to continue. Your dad noticed right away.

"What happened? Tell me." He said.

"Nessie... her baby..." You had to tell him, you needed to say something. A handful of words that weighed so much more. Keegan was patient with you, he often was. You sniffled, tears falling down. "Her baby is dead."

Keegan is silent over the line while you're crying, trying to hold it back. You were strong, you didn't want your feelings to get the better of you. All you hear on the other end is deep breathing.

"How's Nessie?" Keegan asked. He could probably already tell from the bond, but he wanted to hear from you.

"She's mourning, and much more alert. She got defensive when she met Logan and David." You reported, taking deep breaths. "We found her baby... on the shore. Something attacked them, I don't know what."

"You're okay though?" Keegan asked. His focus was on you, his daughter. What was meant to be a happier time had been twisted into something horrible. You'd experienced something like that once before. Excited to see your dad again, only for it to be at the hospital.

"I'll be alright." You told him. "Not as if I don't have a support system."

"Okay..." Keegan said. You could hear a bit of noise on the other end, and your father trying to figure out what to do next.

"We um..." you started. Maybe it could wait. It seemed like a small victory, like finding a penny after learning you'd been robbed. Sometimes that was all you could get. "We gave them a name. Hesh suggested it. Kai."

You dad thought about it for a moment. "Good. It'll be better than whatever number they might be given by researchers. Can tell them in the reports. You said something attacked?"

"Kai was too far on shore to be washed up. There's more but... trying to keep my stomach settled." You explained.

"Alright. Saty alert out there, I'll talk to the captain and we'll come meet you guys there. Three is the minimum, even with Riley there. I want to see Nessie as well." Keegan said, his voice sounding professional. You smiled hearing he would be coming.

"You don't want to see me too?" You teased, trying to smile. You heard your dad chuckle.

"After what I've heard... I need to see you too." Keegan said.

"Okay. I'll let you go now. Need to eat something." You said.

"I love you Valkyrie." Keegan said.

"I love you too dad." You said, before hanging up, and wiping your eyes. Had you been crying that whole time?

The next day Elias was awake and getting ready to go with you to pick up your stuff when there was a knock on the door. He answered it and saw a face he really didn’t want to see. Your stepfather.

“Is y/n here?” He asked, trying to look inside. Elias closed the door a little to keep him from getting too much of a view.

“They are.” Elias replied, slowly. The man seemed impatient and expectant.

“Are they coming?” He asked.

“To pick up their things yes, so if you could not be present it would make life easier.” Elias said.

“What?”

“I’m not about to send that kid home with you, or let them stay there.” Elias said. He stared your stepfather down.

“You let my child out here right now.”

“Or what?” Elias challenged. “They don’t want to go with you, and they aren’t going with you. Now either leave or I will call the police if only to keep this civil.”

You came downstairs and into enough of a view of your stepdad.

“Y/n get out here come on.” Your stepfather instructed. You froze up with Elias looking back at you.

“Do you want to go with this man?” Elias asked. You shook your head, and Elias returned his attention to your stepfather. “We will be over shortly to pick up their things. If anything is found broken or damaged, you will be in plenty of trouble with the police. Is that all?”

Your stepfather glared between you and Elias before storming off. You groaned once the door closed, regretting your choice to stay. Elias just put a hand on your back and led you to the kitchen for breakfast.

When you did go to get your stuff Logan and David insisted on coming along. You went inside and your mom was already pleading and begging for you to stay while your stepfather was out of sight. Your stuff was gathered and packed. It was put in the truck while you sat down with your mom, both of you much more calm. Everything was laid out, that you couldn't keep living like this, that it wasn't safe, that you were done with her taking his side. No, you weren't going to live with dad, but you would wait for him somewhere better than that house. You offered a final good-bye, and left.

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Relationship Alphabet series with Cod ghosts!

Hesh walker

✧ Pairing: Romantic. ✧ Genre: Fluff.

Hesh is a natural leader—strong, confident, and brave. But beneath that, he has a good heart and a gentle soul. He loves deeply, respects his partner, and would go to the ends of the earth to protect them. He’s the kind of man who makes you feel safe, loved, and cherished.

✧ Warnings: Light NSFW, and mention of NSFW content MDNI.

A – Affection

He’s the type to always have a hand on you—never possessive, just present, just there. A grounding touch at the small of your back, his fingers grazing yours as if to remind you he’s close, his arm draped around you in easy familiarity. It’s second nature to him, an unspoken language of affection woven into every gesture.

But Hesh also understands the weight of space, the need for solitude. He’ll step back when you need it, let his love exist in the quiet between moments. And when you reach for him again, he’s there—ready to pull you close, press another kiss to your temple, and remind you that you are deeply, endlessly loved.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pulling you into a hug after a long day. “Missed you.”

Light NSFW: His affection bleeds into the bedroom. He’s all about praise, warmth, and devotion. He doesn’t just touch—he cherishes. His hands explore, but always with care, always making sure you know exactly how much he adores you.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. “I’ll never get tired of this.”

B – Boundaries

Hesh is a respectful man. He might tease, push a little, but he’ll never cross a line. He believes in mutual trust, and he expects the same from you.

If you need space? He’ll give it. If you say no? That’s final. If something makes you uncomfortable? He’ll never push.

“Hey, if you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s okay,” he says, his tone calm but firm. “Just know I’m here when you’re ready.”

Light NSFW: He’s attentive in intimacy. He won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with—he pays attention to your body, your reactions. If something feels off, he stops immediately.

“Hey, sweetheart, you okay?” he murmurs, voice gentle but firm. “We don’t gotta rush. I want you to feel good—only if you’re ready.”

C – Communication

Hesh believes that honest communication is everything. He’s straightforward, hates beating around the bush, and always wants to know where he stands.

If something’s wrong, he’ll ask. If you’re upset, he’ll want to talk it out. He doesn’t like leaving things unresolved.

He’s also not afraid to be vulnerable with you. He trusts you, and that means being honest about his own fears and worries.

“I don’t like being away from you for so long,” he admits one night, voice quiet but firm. “I know this life is tough, but damn… I hate leaving you behind.”

Light NSFW: Communication extends into the bedroom. He wants to hear you, wants you to tell him what you like, what you want. He loves feedback—if you moan his name, he’ll smirk, pushing a little further just to get another reaction.

“Oh, you like that?” he chuckles, voice husky. “Damn, sweetheart. Say it again.”

D – Devotion

Devotion defines Hesh, When he loves, he loves with his whole heart—unyielding, unwavering, all in. There are no half-measures, no hesitations. He doesn’t believe in temporary affections or fleeting romances; if he chooses you, it’s because he sees something real, something worth holding onto.

Hesh is a one-person man. No games, no second-guessing. The moment he realizes he loves you, he’s already picturing a future—imagining the life you could build together.

Light NSFW: His devotion extends to intimacy. He’s a giver—he’s here to please. He worships you, makes sure you feel every ounce of love he has for you. He takes his time, slow, deliberate.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. “Tonight’s about you.”

E – Empathy

Hesh feels deeply—he can’t stand seeing you upset. Even if you don’t say anything, he knows when something’s wrong.

He’s not just a good listener—he genuinely wants to help. He’ll hold you, rub your back, murmur soft reassurances until you feel safe again.

“I got you, baby. You don’t have to go through this alone.” And if you ever doubt yourself? If you’re feeling insecure? He won’t have it.

“Hey. Look at me.” He tilts your chin up, eyes burning with intensity. “You’re the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me. Don’t you ever forget that.”

Light NSFW: His empathy translates into the way he takes care of you. After intimacy, he’s all about aftercare—pulling you close, Sharing lazy and slow kisses, murmuring sweet things.

F – Forgiveness

Hesh isn’t the type to hold grudges. If you argue, he’ll want to resolve it quickly—he doesn’t like letting things fester.

He believes in talking things out, making sure you both understand each other. If you’re wrong, he won’t hold it over your head. If he’s wrong? He’ll own up to it.

“I was an ass earlier. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, babe.” when he only just said 'I think you are wrong babe.'

But there’s one thing he won’t forgive easily—betrayal. If you lie to him, break his trust, it hurts him deeply. It takes time to earn back his trust, but if he truly loves you, he’ll try.

Light NSFW: If there’s tension after a fight? He might channel that energy into passion. Heated kisses, needy touches—like he’s reminding himself that you’re still his.

“You drive me crazy, y’know that?” he murmurs against your lips. “But fuck, I love you.”

G – Growth

Hesh believes that a relationship is a journey, not a destination. He knows that people change, and he embraces that. He wants to grow with you, through the good and the bad.

He’s patient when it comes to differences or conflicts. If something isn’t working, he’ll work on it instead of giving up. He listens, learns, and always strives to be a better man for you.

Light NSFW:

With Hesh, intimacy is more than just closeness—it’s understanding, connection, and an unspoken promise to always listen.

He’s not the kind to assume, to take without learning. He watches, he feels, he asks. Every reaction, every breath, every subtle shift in your expression is something he takes in like second nature. He wants to know what makes you tick, what makes you melt, what turns a simple touch into something deeper, something unforgettable.

H – Honesty

Hesh doesn’t play games. He’s blunt but kind, always speaking his mind. If something is wrong, he wants to talk about it, not ignore it.

He expects the same from you. He’s not a fan of mind games or passive-aggressiveness. If you’re upset, he’d rather you say it outright than bottle it up.

Light NSFW: He’s honest about what he wants, but never pushy. If he’s in the mood, he’ll let you know—but he respects your pace and comfort level.

His lips brush against your ear. “You tell me when, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting.”

I – Intimacy

For Hesh, intimacy is more than just touch—it’s trust, vulnerability, the kind of connection that goes beyond the physical. He wants to know you, really know you—the things that make you smile, the memories that shaped you, the quiet thoughts you don’t share with just anyone.

He cherishes the little moments, the ones that most people overlook. Laying in bed together, tracing lazy patterns on your skin as you talk about life, your dreams, your fears. Running his fingers through your hair, feeling the way you relax under his touch. The kind of intimacy that doesn’t need grand gestures or stolen breaths—just being, together, without pretense.

Light NSFW:

When it comes to physical intimacy, Hesh is everything you could hope for—attentive, passionate, and deeply in tune with you. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t take anything for granted. Every touch, every kiss, every movement is a reflection of his care, his desire to make you feel truly seen and adored.

He’s not just focused on the act itself; he’s focused on you. On how you respond, on the way your body reacts to his, ensuring that you feel comfortable, cherished, and safe in every moment. He listens to your body, to your unspoken cues, and adapts, always trying to give you exactly what you need, what you crave.

“You feel so damn good, sweetheart,” he groans, holding you close. “Let me take take care of ya.”

J – Joy

Hesh finds happiness in the little things. A shared joke, a stolen kiss, you laughing at something dumb he did—those moments make his day.

He’s the type to tease you just to see you smile, but he also appreciates when you make him laugh. You’re his safe place, the person who makes even the worst days feel brighter.

K – Kindness

Hesh is strength wrapped in softness, a balance of power and tenderness that creates a safe space for anyone lucky enough to be in his life, When you need comfort, Hesh is there, a steady presence, never forcing but always ready to offer a shoulder, a gentle touch, a word of reassurance. He doesn’t just show up for the big moments; he’s there for the small ones too, the quiet, everyday acts of kindness that carry weight and these acts also come with him in the bed.

L – Love

Hesh’s love is deep, rooted, and unshakable. He’s not the type to rush into things, to fall for the surface level or the fleeting moments. But when he does fall? It’s with everything he has—wholehearted, all-consuming, with no part of him held back.

He’s not afraid to say it first, either. When Hesh knows, he knows, and there’s no hesitating, no second-guessing. He won’t waste time pretending to feel anything less than exactly what he does.

You never have to doubt his feelings. He shows his love in a million little ways—the way he looks at you, the way he touches you, the way he always puts you first.

Light NSFW: Hesh’s love doesn’t just stay within the realm of emotion; it bleeds into every aspect of your connection, especially in the bedroom. His passion is as intense as his affection, but it’s never selfish. He doesn’t just crave your body—he craves all of you.

In his arms, you’re not just desired—you’re wanted in every way that matters.

“Let me love you right,” he whispers, kissing down your neck. “Slow and deep, sweetheart.”

M – Memories

Hesh is the kind of guy who remembers everything. The little things—the first time you held hands, your favorite song, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love.

He loves reminiscing, especially when he’s away on missions. When he calls or texts, he’ll bring up little moments to remind you how much you mean to him.

He saves little things, too—a picture, a note, a piece of jewelry you left on his nightstand. When he’s away, he holds onto them like a lifeline.

“Kept this with me the whole time,” he says when he comes home, showing you a small trinket. “Kept me going.”

Light NSFW:

When you’ve been apart for a while, expect nothing short of a heated reunion. The moment you’re back in his arms, there’s no holding back. Hesh has missed you—deeply—and he’s not about to waste a single second.

There’s a hunger in his touch, a desperation to reconnect, to feel you close again. His hands will find you before words even have the chance to leave his lips, pulling you into him like he’s afraid you might slip away. His kiss will be fierce, almost frantic, as if he’s trying to memorize every part of you all over again.

N – Nurturing

Hesh has a natural instinct to take care of those he loves. He’s the kind of person who is always looking out for you, whether that means making sure you’re fed, hydrated, or simply comfortable. If you’re stressed or having a tough day, he’ll take care of you in every way he can.

Whether you’re sick or just need someone to lean on, Hesh will show up—he’ll bring you your favorite tea or sit beside you in silence, knowing sometimes presence is the most nurturing thing.

“I’ve got you, babe. Just rest, let me handle everything else.”

He’s nurturing in the bedroom, too—not just in terms of physical needs, but emotionally. He wants to ensure you’re comfortable and enjoying the moment just as much as he is. He’ll always ask if you’re okay, if you’re comfortable, and if you need anything more.

“Tell me if you need me to slow down,”

O – Openness

Hesh may be reserved, but when it comes to you, he’s more than willing to open up. He’s not the type to share his feelings lightly, but with you, he’s honest and vulnerable.

He’ll talk about his past, his fears, and his hopes for the future when he feels ready—and it’s a sign of just how much he trusts you. He’ll be patient with you if you need time to open up, but he wants you to always feel like you can speak your mind without fear of judgment.

Light NSFW: In intimacy, he’s open to exploring with you. He’s willing to experiment, to learn, to make sure the experience is mutual. If you have desires or things you’ve never tried before, he’ll listen and be patient, letting you guide the way.

“If there’s anything you want to try, just let me know.” He says giving you a wink.

P – Patience

Hesh is incredibly patient, especially when it comes to emotional matters. If you’re going through something, he’s not one to rush you. He understands that healing takes time, and he’s right there beside you, no matter how long it takes.

He’s also patient when it comes to personal space and giving you room to breathe. He knows sometimes you need space to think, and he doesn’t take it personally. He’ll wait for you, not because he has to, but because he knows you need it.

Light NSFW: In the bedroom, he has a slow, steady pace. He doesn’t rush; he takes his time to make sure you’re completely comfortable and enjoying every moment. He’ll never push you into anything you’re not ready for.

“I’m not going anywhere. Let’s take it slow.”

Q – Quality Time

Hesh doesn’t just appreciate time together; he values quality time. He’ll make sure you have those moments—even if it’s something simple like watching movies, cooking together, or having deep conversations on the porch at night.

To him, it’s not about how much time you spend together, but how you spend it. He wants to connect with you on a deeper level, sharing laughs, making memories, and learning from each other.

Light NSFW: Quality time for him in the bedroom is the same—he doesn’t just want a quick release; he wants a connection. He’ll take the time to really enjoy being with you, learning every curve of your body, finding joy in every touch and kiss.

“This is about you, sweetheart.”

R – Respect

Hesh holds respect at the core of his relationships. He knows that respect is a two-way street, and he’ll give it to you in abundance. Whether it’s respecting your boundaries, your thoughts, or your feelings, Hesh doesn’t believe in belittling or taking things for granted.

He treats you as an equal partner in the relationship, and he always makes sure you feel valued. He won’t dismiss your emotions or make you feel small for speaking your mind.

And if someone disrespect you? he will go with "I don't care what she has told, I care what she has been told!"

Light NSFW: In the bedroom, he respects your comfort and your consent. If something doesn’t feel right, he’ll stop immediately. He doesn’t push boundaries; he’s all about making sure both of you are comfortable and having a good time.

S – Support

Hesh is the type of man who will always have your back. Whether it’s a tough day at work, a personal challenge, or an issue in the relationship, he’ll stand by you no matter what. He’s dependable, and you’ll always have his full support.

He’s also supportive of your goals and dreams, encouraging you to go after what you want. If you’re feeling unsure or defeated, he’ll be the one to lift you up and remind you how strong you are.

Light NSFW: He’s supportive of your needs in the bedroom, always making sure you’re enjoying yourselves and comfortable. He’s the kind of man who will listen to you if you tell him what you like and doesn’t hesitate to cater to you.

T – Trust

Trust is everything to Hesh. He’s not the type to share his heart with just anyone, but when he does, he’s all in. He believes in mutual trust, the kind where both of you can be vulnerable, knowing that the other will always have your back.

He’s someone you can trust to keep his word, to always be there when you need him, and to never betray your confidence. He’ll do whatever it takes to prove that you can count on him.

Light NSFW: His trust extends to the bedroom, too. He’ll make sure you feel safe and secure in every moment, always respecting your boundaries and listening carefully to your needs. And his only trust here when he tells you what he likes and what he want you to do for him.

U – Understanding

Hesh is the epitome of understanding. Whether you’re feeling overwhelmed, stressed, or even when you’re just in a mood, he always knows how to navigate those moments with patience. He listens more than he speaks, offering insight only when necessary. He understands when to give you space and when to offer support.

He never rushes you to express yourself, knowing that sometimes, just having someone near is all you need. He wants to truly understand your thoughts and feelings, and he’ll work patiently to ensure you feel heard and validated.

Light NSFW: In the bedroom, he’s deeply attuned to your body language and subtle cues. He knows when you’re comfortable, when you need a little more, or when you’re not quite in the mood. He respects your pace, ensuring that both of you are emotionally and physically aligned.

“Does this feel good?" and he is expecting you to answer.

V – Vulnerability

Hesh doesn’t open up easily, but when he does, it’s because he trusts you completely. Vulnerability is something he’s learned to embrace with you, knowing that it creates a deeper bond. He may not show it all the time, but when he lets his guard down, he’s showing you how much you mean to him.

His vulnerable side is rare, but when it’s just the two of you, he’s not afraid to talk about his past, his fears, and the parts of him that aren’t always strong. It’s a sign of how deep his love for you is.

Light NSFW: In intimacy, he’s vulnerable too. He’s not about showing off, but about creating a real connection. He doesn’t mind being open about what he wants or needs, and he encourages you to do the same. It’s about trust and sharing those moments of raw honesty.

W – Warmth

Hesh’s warmth isn’t something you notice at first glance—it’s in the way he holds you when you’re cold, the gentle touch on your back when you’re upset, or the soft words of reassurance when you’re feeling anxious. He has a quiet warmth that radiates comfort and security.

His presence alone is enough to make you feel safe and not afraid of anything, and his love comes with a steady, warm energy that’s unshakeable. He may not always use words, but his actions speak volumes.

Light NSFW: In the bedroom, his warmth is evident as he takes his time, making sure you feel loved and cherished in every way. He’s never rough or overly aggressive; instead, he’s tender and patient, making sure you’re comfortable and cared for.

X – XO (Hugs & Kisses)

Hesh is a man who’s subtle with affection, but when it comes to you, he’s not afraid to show his love in small, meaningful gestures. He’s a fan of hugs and kisses—the kind that are both comforting and full of affection.

You’ll often find him kissing your forehead after a tough day, or pulling you into his arms for a tight hug when you need comfort. His kisses are never rushed; they’re soft and tender, a reminder of his deep feelings for you.

“Come here.” He says, pulling you in for a hug and pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Light NSFW: In intimate moments, his kisses are slow and passionate, always deepening when you pull him closer. He’s the kind of lover who will take his time, his lips tracing every inch of your skin as he shows you just how much you mean to him.

Y – Yearning

Hesh doesn’t talk about yearning much, but you can see it in his eyes. There’s a longing in the way he looks at you, a quiet desire to be close and to share everything with you. His yearning isn’t loud—it’s in the way he holds your hand for just a little longer than usual or the way he watches you with admiration when you’re not looking.

He’s the type of man who will yearn for the little things, those small moments with you that make everything worth it.

“I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m always missing you when you’re not around.”

Light NSFW: In the bedroom, Hesh’s yearning is reflected in his more rough, more deliberate actions. He wants to savor every moment with you, to make you feel like you’re the only thing on his mind. It’s about passion, but also appreciation—he yearns to give you his best.

Z – Zeal

Hesh’s zeal comes from the fire he has inside for the people he loves. He’s passionate and dedicated, whether it’s in his work or in his relationship with you. He’s always the one who’s fully invested, giving his all in everything he does. His commitment to you never wavers.

There’s a fierce loyalty in his zeal. He’s ready to defend you, protect you, and love you with everything he has. That passion is always burning, whether it’s a quiet dedication to making you happy or a more intense devotion to making sure you’re never hurt.

“You’re everything to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Light NSFW: In intimacy, his zeal is reflected in his drive to please you. He’s not about rushing things—he’s focused on making sure you feel wanted and loved in every possible way. His passion runs deep, and he’s committed to showing you just how much you mean to him.

“You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you feel that every fucking single time.”

UHM ZAMN I WANT HIM sorry for crashing out

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

[pear1escence]

Hello! I read your “being keegan’s girlfriend would entail…” and was wondering if you could do one for David/Hesh Walker? My manz doesn’t get enough love

If not that’s totally okay! Thanks for reading!

Being Keegan’s girlfriend would entail…

Being David Walker’s girlfriend would entail…

David ‘Hesh’ Walker x fem!Reader (that’s my last name too actually wink wink)

Explicit - 18+

⭒ He’s got a lot of room in his heart for tenderness.

⭒ The pain he feels from having lost his father hasn’t gone away, but it doesn’t plague him like it used to. (Listen, we’ve got Logan safe and sound in this universe our man doesn’t need any more problems)

⭒ What he needs from a lover is patience. The violence he’s experienced, it’s made him rougher around the edges. (Tougher? Rougher? Pls help) He just needs a lil time to soften up to you, I think Hesh would be the sweetest man f’you, such a loving and considerate boyfriend.

⭒ Hesh cherishes the intimate, sweet moments of a relationship. Holding you in his arms in the early hours of the morning, listening to your little puffs of breath, the calmness in your face as you sleep.

⭒ He’s so gentle with you. If it’s his thumb stroking over your cheek in soothing motions, or the palm of his hand running along the soft skin of your back. Treats you so well.

⭒ Chemtrails over the Country Clubs by Lana Del Rey reminds me of him. ‘Tulsa Jesus Freak’ and ‘Let Me Love You Like A Woman’ are Hesh songs to me. Very domestic and intimate.

⭒ I think of him as a socially confident person, a man who carries himself with confidence, falls into conversation easily. He’s charming he’s got rizz basically, you don’t have to search for long to find the reasons you fell for him.

⭒ I mean…pretty green eyes, tall, arms like his? I’d eat him up.

⭒ He’d date someone shy, I think. I think he’d find your shyness endearing, amusing even.

⭒ He loves taking you out for dinner, partly because he loves the sight of you all dressed up for him. He strikes me as someone with he a classic taste, likes romantic makeup styles, dresses that hug your curves and lacy lingerie.

⭒ His softness carries over into the bedroom, of course. I can’t imagine him being degrading or enjoying anything too rough, honestly. He can’t resist teasing you a bit though, a little meanness is all fun. He likes you submissive though, and he can be stern sometimes. Who’s complaining anyways let’s be honest with ourselves😓

⭒ He’s gonna be groping you mercilessly. Loves soft thighs, a nice pair of tiddies, anything soft. He’s big on foreplay, loves to finger you while praising you. Luvs to praise.

⭒ He WILL suck on your nipples. Probably groaning about how much he loves your body while doing so.

⭒ Wouldn’t actually choke you, but he’ll wrap a hand around your neck nd apply pressure gently, he likes seeing his hand ‘round your neck + you find it grounding, even comforting.

⭒ Makes you look him in the eyes while his hand is in your panties, “Does that feel good, baby? Yeah?” Nd you best believe he’s stopping if he doesn’t get an answer.

⭒ Very into eye contact while he’s fucking you. Again with the “You like that, pretty girl?” While gripping your jaw nd making you look at him, groaning out a “Good girl” once you answer him.

⭒ This just turned into sex headcannons bruh😞

⭒ Loves blowjobs. Also lowkey wants you to lick/suck on his balls but he’s a bit embarrassed to ask, you’ll figure out he enjoys it from his reactions anyways. Also pretty hairy, but not as much of a bear man as Keegan is.

⭒ He sends you pics of him in his combat uniform while he’s out on deployment. He’ll certainly appreciate pics of you in return, a mirror selfie of you in some nice lingerie would drive him crazy. Loves a nice photo of you in his boxers too.

⭒ I think he’d be very shy about reciprocating those kinds of images, but he’d send you over some mildly suggestive ones. He’d be very confused if you ask for a nut vid. (That sounds so fucking dumb, nut vid??)

Me?? Writing for someone other that Keegan??? No but this was fun, I’ve been wanting to write for Hesh for a while. Hope you enjoyed!! I think this is my first request ever tihi

[luboy7rt]

Trios You Would be in Within COD Ghosts Headcanons - (GN Teammate!Reader)

Note: These are Headcanons of what trios including you would be like.

(Feel free to drop your own ideas in the comments/reblogs, No pressure though!

(Includes: Elias Walker & Gabriel T. Rorke, Logan Walker & David ‘Hesh’ Walker, Keegan P. Russ & Alex V. ‘Ajax’ Johnson, Thomas A. Merrick & Keegan P. Russ and Kick & Neptune.

Elias Walker & Gabriel T. Rorke

(Pre-Federation) 

- In the past before Rorke was brainwashed, Elias, Rorke and you would indeed have been a trio. What happens in this trio? Chaos. Pure chaos, Rorke Is a stern leader, who keeps smugly bringing you and Elias into everything he does. You don't have much choice in the matter even if Rorke gives you a ‘choice’, you and Elias are going along for the ride.

- You three would be on missions together always, even if Merrick, Ajax or the others were There? You three always ended up grouping up together, sometimes separated from the group but you all always just.. pop up at the end of the missions.

- There is some funny moments involved with being in a trio with those two, like Rorke just says.. the most cursed shit (no warning involved, could just be random by just glancing at something and blurting out whatever he suddenly thought confidently with no regret no matter how cursed), Elias just looks unamused by it all and you are there either making it worse or better.

- Elias does look up to Rorke, you probably do too If you also follow his command. Rorke tries his best to be a good leader, he's confident in his skills and does try to keep his teammates, Elias and you safe.

- During battles, even if you don't need help or to be watched over by Elias or Rorke. They end up watching over you, and each other. You three always have eachothers back, but the two can end up being aggressively overbearing over the years. Such as: 

“Are you fuckin’ alive?” - Rorke would groan out over the comms everytime he loses sight of you.

“I don't know, – might be? Probably. They'll pop up sooner or later” - Elias would be quick to attempt to reassure Rorke that you were probably fine.

“Fuckin’ great. Might my ass. Get your ass over here..! The fuck you doing all the way over there!?” - Rorke when he spots you from afar, giving you a firm middle finger, wags it about so you could see it. (He won't care if he also gets enemy soldiers attention with that move either)

That's basically how conversations go, constantly. On field and off field. 

- Bar buddies, even if you don't drink. That's alright, but just enjoying each other's company. The other two are drinking but slowly. Elias drinks slower while Rorke would start slow but end up drinking faster and more throughout the night. (The walk back to base? takes hours of pure military stupidity. No common sense, just stumbling between each other giggling like children) 

(After the Federation)

- Things were never the same between you three, Elias and you drifted apart a bit, Rorke... of course wasn't himself. He hated you both but also had a deep obsession. Rorke makes snarky comments whenever he does see Elias and you, making sure you both know how you ‘betrayed’ him. Elias could never end up killing Rorke, that is his weakness, his regrets… and You? You have to watch it all.

Logan Walker & David ‘Hesh’ Walker:

- Being in a trio with these two is rough, Hesh is the leader, anything Hesh says Logan does and you follow. It's basically a big game of ‘we are doin’ this guys’

‘Sure.’ and nods in response. No questions asked.

- Play fights are a thing, off field only though. Where it's usually Hesh teasing or attempting to pick on Logan, like pushing his head down or elbowing him. Making Logan stumble into you, then you tripping over Riley and it just turns into a hectic ‘sparring’ match between you four. These are the moments Hesh enjoys most, just laughing and grinning with the people he is close with.

- You would definitely take a few road trips whenever there are no missions, it's a chaotic mess, the car volume blasting out songs, the windows rolled down all the way, snacks half open or half eaten. Riley in the back trying to ‘fight’ the wind to keep his face out the window but Hesh is driving a bit too fast so it just looks like the wind is assaulting Riley's face and making the dog do the weirdest faces. Logan gets some photos from sticking his phone out the window. 80% chance he drops his phone and you all have to take a U-turn to go get it back.

- Logan would gently bonk Your head whenever he walks by, because Hesh does the same thing to him. Even if you look un-amused, he just does it a bit harder to push your head down. Even if you start doing it back to him, it becomes a ‘battle’ of wills between you three, who could give the most head pats/head shoves. It's the way they show affection. If you don’t end up liking this habit? He just awkwardly hovers his hand over your head, like he really wants to do it, but also respects you enough to fight himself and not impulsively smack your head,

- Clothes go missing or get stolen all the time between you three, a hat? Shirts? Jackets, gloves? Any type of gear? Whatever is yours is also theirs and whatever is theirs is also yours. finding Riley flopped on top of a pile of missing belongings is the norm as Riley ensures to steal anything he could get his paws on too.

- You would get used to the way Logan and Hesh can communicate with looks, at first you would be like what the actual fuck? But over time you start understanding and using it too. The side-eyes, twitches of an eyebrow, when they bite the inside of their mouth. There are all ways to get the point across, sometimes Logan just blank stares whenever he thinks someone has said something completely stupid, like he will slowly turn to face you and just blank. Nothing across his face except a small eye glance toward the person before staring back at you and he knows you know what he's already thinking. It takes all willpower for Hesh and you to not full-blown cackle. 

Keegan P. Russ & Alex V. ‘Ajax’ Johnson

- Keegan ‘can't’ drive, Ajax can (Safer Option). But somehow, Keegan always ends up driving, you end up in the backseat and Ajax holding onto the car handle for dear life in the passenger seat. Ajax always, doesn't matter how many times he has been in the car with Keegan, glances back at you with a look that says are we seriously letting Keegan drive? Yes. You three end up surviving, Keegan can drive but it is also hell depending on the time of day and the mission. Keegan is relaxing when you and Ajax are having the adrenaline rush of your lives. 

You can't even suggest someone else drive as Keegan puts his attention on you instead of the road. Looking at you offended while Ajax grabs the wheel because Keegan is too busy giving you a nasty look with a raised eyebrow. Are you really suggesting he can't drive? He can drive, you want him not to drive? He's hands are off the wheel. But he laughs and puts them back when Ajax smacks him for that and he will go back to driving. No one brings up Keegan’s driving skills after that as Keegan… Doesn't seem to care how dangerous it is when he ‘stops’ driving suddenly. (But he does do his best to keep you all safe, even if he drives crazily he still knows what he is doing despite scaring you and Ajax)

- Have you ever seen two grown men (+ you) cuddle? Now you have. Ajax, you and Keegan probably have known each other for a long time, it started with Ajax and Keegan just sharing a bed. Keegan taking the cold side alone, Ajax not minding where he sleeps but it started off like this, You somehow joined at the right time and now it’s just the norm to sleep in the same bed. Even if it's not always cuddling (Keegan likes his personal space, Ajax wouldn’t mind though as long as you're not being overbearing). Keegan’s leg always sneaks over the two of you during the night anyway, like he's trying to ensure you're still there with him. This tactical sleeping habit ensures no enemy will suddenly take you three out (That’s what Keegan says anyway. You three end up referring to this as tactical sleeping habit in front of others, and never once do you all admit to what this actually means.) (Everyone else just assumes you three just never let your guards down and actually have tactical sleeping habits to ensure your safety, but nah its just the homies sharing a bed)

- Keegan randomly shit-talks people, just randomly shows up between you and Ajax he would be quiet for a moment, a pause of a moment to wait for either of you to notice him. When neither of you two notice him, he just starts talking about some stupid shit he saw a rookie do. Ajax usually listens along and maybe does encourage Keegan to keep going, because when Keegan starts complaining, he usually comes up with unique and hilarious insults that Ajax loves to hear. You are usually dragged right in between them because they also want to hear what you think and if you would also join the shit-talking.

- Pats. Pats are a big thing between Ajax, Keegan and you. Ajax walks past you or Keegan, you'll be on the receiving end of a back pat from him to just silently let you know he is there. Keegan would nudge the butt of his weapon against your upper back as he walks past or his knuckles brushing your lower back. Its juet small touches like these that you three would exchange often.

- They also head to the bar often, if you don't drink that's alright with them, you can be their ride home because they get absolutely hammered. It starts off easy, then Ajax makes a bet that he could do more shots than Keegan, then it gets competitive then you're hauling both their asses back to base at the end of the night.

- Ajax used to drag Keegan home for the holidays, knowing Keegan didn’t have a place for himself. He ended up seeing you at base one year before they left and dragged you along. You and Keegan end up meeting Ajax’s family and are invited every year until… Ajax dies. Sometimes after his death, Keegan and you would still visit to pay your respects and care for Ajax’s family despite the fact Keegan always turns down invitations to join the family get-to-together, he feels like it wouldn't be right to join when he 'let' Ajax die in his arms. (:Sorry)

Thomas A. Merrick & Keegan P. Russ

- Honestly? It's Merrick who is the most protective in this trio, he doesn't stand by someone trying to start shit with you or Keegan, he will just put his own body in front of yours or Keegans if he thinks you are in some sort of danger/trouble. 

- Keegan is a silent protector, he has yours and Merrick's back, always. No issues for him, he simply always ensures that you're both cared for under his watchful eye.

- Merrick always calls for you or Keegan to do tasks, he knows the other Ghosts could do it, but he relies on you both the most because he just knows he could always trust your judgment/calls. It's his first instinct to call for either Keegan or you.

- Merrick does take Keegan with him on holidays (Especially after Ajax's death). (Whoever said Merrick is definitely a widower I agree so much. I'm sorry I can't remember/find where I first saw the Headcanon). But yes, Merrick usually brings Keegan with him, and he would invite you along as well. Usually takes you both out for breakfast, or a small trip just the three of you. Merrick refuses to let you or Keegan pay for a thing, he just waves a hand at you and shrugs you off if you even attempt to while he pulls out his wallet.

- Picnics. Definitely between the three of you, just taking a moment to yourselves away from the constant chaos that is your lives. It usually just happens in silence, after a few hours. You would be laid in the grass together watching the sun set, then stargaze. During these rare moments of silence, it’s just you three. A rare moment of happiness just you three share, while Merrick calls out whatever constellations he could spot. Even moves his hand infront of your eyes to lead your eyes to also seeing it. Keegan ends up pointing out a few he knows from the last time you guys did this, making sure to remember whatever Merrick points out. 

Kick & Neptune

- Kick is the chaotic one in the trio, Neptune the blunt no bullshit guy and you? Are you along for a chaotic ride with these two?

- They will also judge others together. If you are not around they wait for you just to spill any dirt (they find alot of things on people that they shouldn’t know) they dug up on a poor soul.

- They definitely have some intel/technology talks. (Even if you can or cannot fathom what they are talking about). They don't mind to much, well Kick would try and explain it (if you can't understand still he tries again.. and Again.. and again) Neptune would just sip his coffee in the background listening, doesn't even offer his input even if he could help You understand.

- I can't think of anything of these two as they aren't very known but I just wanted to let you all know that I wanted to add them anyway.

(Might add more to this, might not. Thanks for reading)

[gunnrblze]

hiiii!!!! I just wanted to say that I literally adore your obsessed hesh & logan series, I was wondering if you could write a some jealous hc's for the boys who started to notice that reader is slowly drifting away from them and they started to hang out with other soldiers? if not, I completely understand!!! have a good rest of your day, lovely <3

Thank you my dear!!🤍 I’m so sorry this took a million decades for me to get around to lol, but here ya go :) Obsessed AND jealous Hesh and Logan? Oh me oh my

CW: jealousy and obsession of course, toxic behavior, some more slight stalker-ish behavior, nothing intense or anything, ur on base with the both of them in these scenarios again.

Hesh- oh dear, a jealous Hesh is an irritable one I think. I imagine he could hide it well, he’s probably used to hiding jealousy (looking at you Elias family dynamic👀), but it eats him alive, really.

Seeing his precious friend//lover/obsession slowly distance themselves is like a knife to the gut, and he knows exactly how that feels. He’s a little more snarky, a little more hotheaded at times than usual, because what’s going on? Has he done something? Said something to upset you? His darling from above, what’s gotten into you?

He won’t interfere much on your end, but he’d do anything if you’d just come back, sweetheart. Sit with him during mealtimes again instead of with whatever mangy soldiers there are on base. Take walks with him again, clean your guns or do whatever it is that you’ve slowly started to do with others.

His jealously is obvious to those that know him well. Logan and Elias can tell what his deal is, and most of the other Ghosts can tell something’s up with him regardless, but only he can truly understand how consumed his thoughts are. Thankfully he’s busy a lot, but his down time thoughts are riddled with doubt and worry. Was it really all in his head? Do you not appreciate him as much as he you? Are you toying with him? No, you’re too precious to do such a wicked thing, right? He knows you’re too sweet to upset him on purpose. Do you know what jealousy does to a person? Surely you do.

So maybe it’s not you, he reasons. It’s those mutts you’ve been hanging out with more. He doesn’t like those soldiers, regardless of what they have or haven’t done. Because they’ve taken you from him, in his jealousy addled mind. He can’t see it any other way. If they’re his subordinates, he uses intimidation to mess with them, whether he really means to or not. If they’re his superiors, he’s cold, distanced. Only doing and saying the absolute necessity to avoid any repercussions.

He’s smart though, he can handle this even if it bothers him. He may start to take after Logan a bit and follow you around base a little, see exactly what it is you’re doing. He’ll ‘accidentally’ start running into you more, start needing more from you, for work related reasons, and that’s it. If you go on ops with him, you’re basically attached at the hip, only letting you part if necessary. And his voice will still flood your ear on comms, so how far away are you really? You may drift, but he’ll be the life raft that pulls you right back to shore. His jealousy is like an infected wound, sometimes it starts to heal whenever he gets you alone, gets you in his sights, get your attention on him. But when you ultimately keep straying, it flares and festers.

You may be distancing yourself, he may see you with others more than with himself. But no matter how far you you go, you could never get that far, sweetheart. He’s always gonna care for you.

You’re in his heart, whether you wanna be or not.

Logan- now this one I think would let his jealousy shine a bit more. He’s a little younger, not as emotionally developed as Hesh just yet. But like his brother, he gets cranky. You brightened up his days and now they’ve been clouded by some other idiots. So when he sees his darling starting to stray, he does ask.

Asks if you’re okay, at first. He hasn’t seen you around as much, where’ve you been? Are you alright? Did he upset you? It may be the most you’ve heard him talk at once. It doesn’t matter what you say or don’t say, it doesn’t feel like enough of an explanation for him because you still distance yourself. And your mere presence is what he used to thrive on.

His thoughts may take that even more juvenile approach, and he makes it personal whether it is or not. You must hate him now, huh? He must’ve done something to you, angel. Why else would you hang out with people who don’t even know your favorite snacks and drinks or if you prefer sleeping with or without socks? He knows you, do they?

And he goes a little up the wall. Hearing your voice, the smell of you that wafted in the air start to disappear more and more was like someone dangling a carrot in front of him. He was annoyed by you, a bit. He couldn’t stay mad at you, not you, god no. But his feelings were hurt, and he wasn’t too sure how to handle it.

He asked Hesh of course, who gave him an answer that didn’t lead you back to him, ultimately, therefore he didn’t take any of it to heart. He missed you, and watching you around base with other soldiers made his jealousy grow. It felt like vines wrapping around his ribcage, ready to crush them all inward and puncture his poor heart with the shards.

Logan’s approach though is to insert himself once more into your life, he’s not shy. Having lunch with other soldiers? Now you’re having lunch with him too, invite or not. Training? Now you’re training with him. Now you’re walking back to the barracks with him, on ops with him, with him with him with him. He can’t help it.

He’ll still follow you around base like a poor puppy too, and maybe you know he does and maybe you don’t. Perhaps it’s from a distance, the man is a silent giant after all.

You’d have to explicitly tell him to back off if you wanted him too. Until then? You’re still his favorite person, darling, he’s just being a friend.

Even if you’re starting to lack in that department. Don’t worry, he’ll maintain it enough for the both of you.

[mrshesh]

"a...worm?" - call of duty: ghosts x reader

overview: cod:ghosts men reacting to you asking if they'd still love you if you were a worm

pairing: call of duty: ghosts men x gender neutral reader, romantic

genre: fluff

a/n: this was requested by @simpforhotmaskedmen! thank you for requesting this, babe! and thank you for wanting me to include kick - i love that man a bit too much. i had a blast writing this. i will always love these worm requests.

x keegan russ

His eyes widen immediately. He isn’t confused - he’s merely amused at your ability to keep thinking of stupid scenarios. 

He secretly finds it adorable. It just adds to your charm. 

“Babe… what?” 

“Would you still love me if I was a worm? It’s an easy question.” 

“I mean, yeah.” He quickly says. He doesn’t put much thought into your fantasy life as a worm. All he knows is that he loves you regardless of what you are. 

He would have a hard time in the beginning. He would find it freaky that you, his partner, are in a worm’s body. 

But eventually, he’d adjust. He would keep you in his pocket, checking up on you constantly. “Are you hungry?” “Do you need anything?” “Are you hurt?” are only some of the questions he’d ask you daily. Would he receive an answer? No. Would he keep asking them? Absolutely. 

“You need medication, babe.” 

x kick

Kick’s initial reaction is just: “What? 😀”

“How do you even come up with these questions?” He would mostly just be confused. 

“Would you, though?” “Yes, of course.” 

Despite his bewilderment, he would realistically take superb care of you. 

He would let you slither in his hands like a snake constantly. He would want to keep his eye on you to ensure your safety, but he would encourage you to be independent. 

He would teach you how to survive individually in life-or-death situations - to further ensure your health. (He would research worm’s way of life for you 🙁💗.)

He would even go as far as to keep a leaf with him at all times in case you got hungry. 

“How would I kiss you?” “On the tip of the body?” “I wouldn’t know if that’s your face or ass, though.” 

x logan walker

A blank stare is all you get initially. Logan soon gives you a small smile, though. He thinks your question is cute as hell.

“Yes.” He’s as blunt and honest as always. He would love you a lot, even if you were a worm. 

However, he would not know what to do.

He would not know how to take care of you. Sure, he’s smart, but he’s not a worm expert. 

He would find himself locking you in his room before his missions, only to return to the room with leaves and dirt in hand because he would forget that you need to eat while he’s gone. 

His knowledge would eventually evolve enough for him to keep you in a big dirt-filled container. 

Logan has always been a quiet man. He doesn’t talk unless he needs to. But if you turned into a worm, he would go out of his way more often to remind you that he loves you. 

I can see him petting you gently before he goes to sleep. ☹️

x david "hesh" walker

David has no shame in laughing at your question. A worm? Seriously? 

He, like Keegan, would not give your question much thought. He just instantly knows that he would love you regardless. 

“Yeah, babe! Of course, I would.” He chuckles. You never fail to amuse him.

He would be a little confused, but he’d have the spirit! 

He would let you be outside during the day and bring you inside when it's time to sleep. 

When you aren’t outside doing… worm things, he would keep you on his shoulder. And, my God, he wouldn’t shut up. David would talk to you as if you were a human to make you feel included and seen, in a way. (And because he loves talking to you.)

He would even stay with you outside to keep you company if you’d like! He would sit on the grass next to you, talking to you about anything and everything while you dug yourself into the dirt. 

“Is it legal to get married to worms, or?” 

x elias "scarecrow" walker

He immediately bursts out laughing. He loves how comfortable you are with him, to the point where you can ask him things like this. 

“Yes, hun.” He snorts. “I would still adore you.” 

Elias, unlike everyone else, would think about your life as a worm on a high-detail level. He would consider different possibilities and roadblocks along the way of your worm life. “It would be difficult, but that has never stopped me.” 

He would be a great caretaker! 

He would get a bit frustrated that you can’t verbally communicate, so he would teach you a made-up language between you. The language would consist of different physical moves you can do as a worm, and he would just use his words. (Yeah, he gets the easy part. 🙄)

Elias would keep you fed, clean, healthy, happy, and well-rested - he is a father of two very talented boys, after all! He knows how to take care of people (and worms).

“But, I’d prefer it if you stay like this, honey.” 

x thomas merrick

“No.” “Really?” “...No.” 

Thomas is a bitch. We all know this. But he has a soft spot for you - something he doesn’t have for anyone else. He will always love you, no matter what, but he will never admit that. 

He wouldn’t be horrible at caring for you, but he certainly wouldn’t be good. 

He would protect you with his life, though. 

If you even receive as little as a dirty look from someone, he’s knocking their teeth out. 

He would mostly keep you in his pocket. That way, Thomas can keep an eye on you. 

He, like Keegan, would check up on you regularly because if you’re a worm, you need him to survive (or that’s what he thinks).

“Are you hungry?” He would ask, only to scoff to himself. “Who am I kidding? Of course, you are. But since you’re a fuckin’ worm, you can’t tell me, can you?” He would seem annoyed, but the truth is, he wouldn’t be. 

But obviously, he does not want you to turn into a worm. 

“For the love of God, get a hobby.”