#ghost ghostcod

[masked-menace]

Writing characters that always wear a mask. Advice from someone who does. XX

Okay so I am a writer of COD stuff and I have taken in a lot of content from other people who write these things. One thing that I have noticed is that with Ghost specifically, when you write him as wearing a mask all the time. There are realities that many others don't think about. I am a COD Cosplayer so I wear the balaclava's and I have a Konig cosplay as well. So Ill be making a list of things that I have noticed are harder to do/ easy to do while in the masks. I also wear a regular face mask all of the time for social anxiety. I only take mine off to clean them, shower, hygiene, and eat. I also come from a military family and have seen some consistent behaviors.

Now you don't have to do these things obviously. Just if you wanted to you have them xx So firstly for the Balaclava's. If you are writing the cotton mask, they are a tighter fit. Meaning lifting them up is a little more of a struggle. Not in a huge way. But lifting the mask over the nose to partake in your vice (smoking, eating pussy, drinking) is actually really hard to do. The fabric of the mask is too much at the bottom and there is no "sexy" way to to do it lmfao he would have to spend a lot of time rolling it and hop it doesn't roll back down at the end. It would be easier for them to do things like eating, smoking, drinking if they pulled it DOWN. But even then it can be a pain. They have most likely forgot their mask was on and tried to eat/drink through it and have made a mess or just looks in front of them like they just found their final reason. you can vape through them but I wouldn't suggest smoking a cig through them. I vape through all of mine all the time. I see Keegan being a vaper but only because he tried to quit smoking cigs and just got into a different vice which is really common for those in the military. getting them wet is fucking hell they take forever to dry. Blood comes out rather easily if the design is printed on like the Ghost mask. just cold water and soap and it comes right out. This one is kind of not something that you guys will be happy with but these motherfuckers cause acne. It is trapping heat, sweat and dirt under the skin. Before I realized that's what my acne was caused by my entire cheeks and chin were fucking going through it. If you dont want to write this part about them (i understand) Just mention if you are writing segments of them showering that they wash their face a little extra and that their love interest bullied them into moisturizing. lol You have to wash your face so much more and even then, I still get spots on my chin that I just put a patch one because the mask is staying. For Konig's mask, most likely he had to sew the neck of the shirt closed to keep it in place because otherwise it does slip around a lot I have noticed. His helmet claps, the straps that secure it, more than likely go through the sleeves that are put inside out. Idk if this one was common knowledge but it's just what I noticed looks the best with my konig mask and more like his mask.

He can hide food and drinks he doesn't want to share by just holding it under the mask. I was drinking a whole venti iced coffee under my mask and no one knew until I pointed it out because they asked why i was being so quiet. His balaclava under it is also probably cotton as it doesn't slip the most. They would all probably have multiple of the same kind to change them otherwise they do get very overwhelming to be in. Konigs gets in the way for him a lot I think. Yeah you do get used to it, but like if you move too much that mask is a t-shirt it's flowing in the wind my guy. Unless you tuck it into the vest it's not staying still lol I have seen people drawing him like eating it by like just lifting that mask and if he takes off his balaclava that is MORE than possible. He will probably get annoyed with how little he can look down properly without the shirt getting in the way though. KISSING THROUGH THE MASK GUYS- kind of hot ngl and totally possible. I kiss through my regular mask and I have kissed someone through my balaclava while they whore a mask also. It works. You feel the pressure of their lips more than the skin. you can't really swap saliva but you can do it and you can get riled up that way. Ghost's hard mask. The upper teeth of that will bump you if you try to kiss but it's fine. and the bottom part of the mask is really flowy kind of like Konig's t-shirt So eating, drinking, smoking would be easier if he was holding it up. ANYWAY!!!!! That's all the info I can remember for right now. I hope this helps ANYONE. Or interests ANYONE. If you have more questions drop them in my ask box.

[soggyriceee]

(use of y/n IK IK ISTG ITS ONLY LIKE ONCE)

simon waking up from a 5 year coma, confused and dazed. he had no recollection of anything, he had no idea where he was at, it felt like he forgot to even breathe.

waking up was terrible, the feeling of a tube lodged down his throat as it breathed for him. he coughed and coughed for what felt like forever , feeling the rough pats of the nurses hands on his back.

“simon simon .. can you hear us?”

the voices were so foggy, he was so dazed so confused. wtf is going on?

“do you know where you are?”

“do you know your name?”

“y-y/n ..” he spit out, looking around as he began to realize he was in a hospital bed.

the rain and thunder outside did not help this scary situation. as he began to regain consciousness he got more scared. he needed his wife .. you were the only thing he could remember ..

the call was not easy to get. it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t great either. you were so happy he was awake again, you knew he would get up you had faith that’s why you never pulled the cord. simon waking up was nothing but good news for you, until you realized he may not remember you.

you were 5 months pregnant when simon went into a coma. head trauma in the field, it almost costed him his life.

“4 surgeries within two days.. i remember seeing him, seize for the first time.. he-he looked at me like he was asking me for help before his eyes rolled back .. he clung onto me i-i ..” you grabbed the tissue box again, dabbing your eyes as your therapist laid her hand on your knee.

“i’m so sorry.. that is a traumatizing thing to experience, especially while pregnant. what is healthy and important, is that you are getting these feelings out.”

your son was now 4 and a half, birthday in 2 months. you had made the plan to have a little get together at your home, your parents and simon’s.

you never moved on, and you never let your boy not know who his dad was. you guys visited him every week for a while, until you had to pick up two jobs to support you and your son. of course your parents and his helped, and visited Simon wit your son while you worked. but you haven’t been to the hospital in about 4 months. you felt guilty, but you knew that you had to support your son.

so, when you got the call that simon was awake, really awake, had to leave work. your boss agreed and understood completely, giving you the rest of the week off instead.

the drive to pick your son up from school was silent, processing in your mind the news. were they sure it was your simon? simon riley?

“daddy?” your son asked again as you strapped him into his chair. “that’s right.. we’re gonna go see daddy.”

by the time you guys got to the hospital, simon was beginning to finally speak clear, coherent sentences.

“it’s truly amazing how he was able to sorta come back this quick .. usually with brain traumas and comas it takes a while for patients to even begin walking y-your husband is able to walk, talk just fine ..”

you watched him through the glass on the his room, he had yet to notice you both, he was talking to the psychiatrist. his doctor gave you the run down,,l information and topics to maybe stray away from as to not trigger him.

“he thinks you left him.. doesn’t really seem to remember ..” he motioned to your son, who was occupied laughing at another baby.

making your way into the room felt like a heat flash. your body felt like it was pulsing, your head dizzy. when you pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landed on yours.

“daddy!” your son yelled, clapping. obviously, he couldn’t read the room.

“i think i’m gonna step out, i’ll come back in about an hour okay?” he smiled to you both before making his exit.

simon was star struck, he was frozen. your son was practically leaping out your arms so you let him go, watching as he crawled up onto Simon.

for the first time since walking in his eyes left yours, and met your sons large, brown eyes. “daddy!”

simon’s hands shakily, very hesitantly grabbed your son, as if this was the first time he was holding a baby. which, it kinda was. he was so scared of hurting him or doing the wrong thing. but as soon as your son wrapped his arms around his neck, simon hugged him back, tears dropping from his eyes.

you watched, teary eyes yourself, realizing you finally had your family back.

this was so out of nowhere i just wanna encorporate more fluff/angst etc 😖 anyways lemme get back to these requests

[ilovedilfsandleonkennedy]

thinking about sick ghost...

as soon as he steps through the door and takes his balaclava off, you attack him with kisses and hugs. he´s been gone for months now, on dangerous missions and you´re just happy to have your husband back in your arms again.

ghost holds you close to him, his arms wrapped around you tightly as he enjoys your warmth and scent.

he softly kisses the top of your head, "miss me lots, angel?"

"very," you grin up at him, your arms running down the sides of his bicep.

"i missed you too, lovie-" he suddenly sneezes, interrupting himself as he sniffles in embarrassment.

he coughs lightly, making you raise an eyebrow.

"let´s just ignore that, my love,"

"um let´s not?", you scoff, touching his forehead with the back of your hand, feeling him heating up, "you´ve clearly caught yourself a cold."

"love, it´s not that deep-" he begins.

"bed. now." you shut him up.

ghost frowns and pulls back slightly from your touch, trying to hide his discomfort, "i´m fine, lovie. it´s just a little sniffle, nothing to worry about,"

he tries to walk past you, but you block his way and cross your arms in front of your chest. ghost sighs heavily, desperately attempting to stifle a cough. he knows he won´t win this argument.

"fine, you win. i´ll go rest for a bit," he says, his thumb softly stroking the side of your face, "but don´t pamper me too much, alright?"

he grumbles as he makes his way to your shared bedroom, secretly enjoying your concern and care.

"oh, i will pamper you, big boy," you say, both your hands finding your hips, "lucky for you, i made soup and don´t pout, simon, it´s your favourite," you tell him, pinching his nose.

ghost can´t help but smile at your words,

"you always know how to take care of me, sweetheart."

—

some flufffff, pls excuse my english, its not my first language :))

[shi4g]

Just fluff ig

Things aren't always as you think they are, and that also applies to your very stoic, big, and quiet monster of a man, which also happens to be your husband.

He isn't affectionate, not in the normal sense at least. But for you he's perfect.

It's something complicated to explain, it's almost poetic how you both compliment each other so well, how your bodies seem to fit together, they connect as you are quick to climb on top of him as he watches TV, his big hand sprawled on the back of your waist, but it's only like that for a few minutes, before you get tired of the position and get up, you kiss his forehead and he gives your hair a last stroke before you move to do something else.

You're both like cats, demanding affections and then leaving as soon as it gets a tad bit too much.

Like the moment Simon arrives from a long deployment, he hugs you on the front door, not even letting you close it before he's engulfing you with his big frame, his nose pressed against your neck, and just a gruff "Missed you" leaves his chapped lips. You put your hands on his back, gently stroke it, not knowing if he had a bruise, or a new scar marring his skin, you don't care, in the sense where you don't mind the scars, but you do care about him being injured.

A few moments pass before he lets go of you and you do too, before he lets out a.

"I'm sorry luv, I'm so tired"

And you just nod, soft smile on your face as you accompany him to the bedroom, you help him undress, and then he dissapears into the bathroom for a good hour9, before he comes out, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still a bit damp, and just when he finishes putting on his pajamas, he collapses onto the bed into a very deep sleep, which usually meant for you to not interrupt it.

Simon isn't used to cuddling while he sleeps, specially since he gets startled easy, just a small shift on your dreams and he's awake. And to be honest, you had gotten used to it, sometimes it was a bit suffocating having a big arm clutching at you for life when you're trying to sleep.

And it's perfect, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[frankiesteinart]

they're a set do not separate

[141ghosted]

not his

bartender!simon x f!reader drabble

a/n: im lowkey lazy.. so lmk if you guys want a part 2.. maybe heh

Today is a special day, not really special but y’know. Special to you at least. It’s your first date with a guy in a while and you’re even lucky you snagged a date with him. He’s good looking, charming, kind and cute.

You finished up your shift from work, sweat dripping down your back as you slide your card to clock out your shift. It’s a hot day and you’re dreading to get home and drench yourself in nice cold water.

Eventually you’re home, you shower the filth off your body and get all dolled up for your date. You feel good and a fill of confidence swishes in your body as you reapply lipgloss, rubbing and smacking your lips to get it all over your lips. Your heels making that satisfying sound against your hardwood floors. Making one last look at your mirror before you’re out the door.

It’s a tradition. You never miss a Friday at the bar to talk to your bartender. But today, it’s different. Its odd. It’s a feeling you should be there but you’re not. But you don’t care, right? You can miss one Friday.

—

Its pass 8PM on the dot. Simon isn’t worried about alot of people, ever. Maybe sometimes soap when he isn’t answering his phone. Or Gaz when he’s left on delivered. He didn’t care that much.

But when you’re not answering the single text he texted you? He doesn’t want to double text but his rough fingers are itching to and it’s something that stirs inside him to blow up your phone.

‘where are ya birdie? didn’t see you come in today.’

He doesn’t have the right to blow up your phone. You’re not his. He isn’t yours. So he doesn’t. He leaves his phone alone, not in his pocket but its left on the back counter. Because even if he wanted to check that notification. That popup of your face and a heart text to your name. He knows he cant, he wont. He’s busy, he needs to focus. But why’s it so hard to focus when the only person he looks forward to seeing, isn’t here?

[lily-lovelyy]

"Spoiled Girl"

warnings ; slightly nsfw? (Talk of a blowjob), fem!reader, AFAB reader, dominant!Simon, Sugar Daddy!Simon

Simon never had a problem with spending money though, especially on you. In fact, he have you his credit card every time you asked for something, if you needed your nails done, if you needed you hair done, or even if you simply wanted to buy something spontaneously.

Simon always knew you were spoiled, since the first date, ordering a lobster, the most expensive wine and an even more expensive dessert, did he even need to mention the dress, jewelery and heels you wore to your first date?

Now you had him wrapped around your finger, the finger with obviously a very expensive ring, and a very expensive manicured nail on it. He let you drag him around the mall, you two were currently in Victoria's secret, and your bag — the one Simon was holding — was clutched in his veined fist.

He was only slightly irritated, you'd spent more than $300 dollars altogether previously that day, you'd got at least 13 or 14 new outfits, some new toys, and candles.

He stood with his arms crossed, sighing and you brought up a new set of lingerie up to your body, showing him and giving him those puppy eyes full of plea. "Can I have this, Si?" You asked sweetly, his eyes drank you in.

"Now...lovie..." He sighed, he almost never told you no, so this was a slight shock to you. "Pleaseee! I'll give you a little something special later?" You smiled, already securing your victory. Simon's cock almost twitched in his pants "My choice?" He asked, to which you nodded. He stuffed the lingerie into your shopping bag, with the thought of the blowjob already in his head, he'd have to get you to put the set on whenever you got home.

"C'mon you spoiled girl. Enough shopping for one day." He said, putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you to the checkout. You pouted, but soon we're uplifted with the promise of food and sneaking a few perfumes and lotions into the shopping bag.

[hollowbeanz235]

water ghost anyone?

[sentricakez]

ghost my beloved <3

I can’t stop drawing my faves >:)

[quoxal]

"Ka-freaking-boom , baby" A photograph for Ghost and Soap to remember their adventures!

(one of them seems to be more into it than the other, can you guess who?) :D

[floscerasi]

he is sooo coquette! 🎀🎀🎀

[mizushibart]

someone bested the mighty Ghost?

[soggyriceee]

"Heyyy, you hottie 😂🔥 I freaking love your work and that spicy writing of yours 🥵😋 Keep it up, girl, I can see you leveling up every story, that’s my girl —And guess what? No anonymous here, I stay bold as hell, sis 😘

Okay, bestie, I got the vision, hear me out: The reader is Ghost’s single baby mama 👀 They broke up ‘cause Ghost was always busy, and she was handling everything alone, blah blah… but he still swings by and, you know, takes care of her 😏🥵

Obsessed with your stories, we NEED more Ghost content ASAP 🙌🙌 Love youuu!"

taken care of | simon riley

you pulled the door open, standing with one hand on your hip as your eyes locked with his. a cocky smirk was on his face, pink tulips in one hand and a Chanel bag in the other.

“i’m getting sick of the gifts Simon. i already told you i don’t want them.” you said, rolling your eyes as you reached for them anyways. “too bad i’m not sick of buying them.”

you pushed the door open for him to walk in, taking the gifts in hand. you smelled the flower while kicking the door closed gently, sure to not wake your son.

you and Simon broke up abut 4 months ago, his busy schedule coming in between you and your son. your son was 4 now, and understood the situation. you made sure he knew his father, and Simon made sure to pop in at least three times a week, even if it had to be after a busy day at work.

"why are you here? its 11 I have work tomorrow." you said, placing the bag and flowers on the dining room table.

he turned to you, kicking his shoes and jacket off. "just.. wanted to pop in." he shrugged, trying to hide his smirk. rolling your eyes you remained put, crossing your arms over your chest. "I have work tomorrow , did you not hear?" you repeated, keeping eye contact with him. oh how he loved your eyes.

he hummed and nodded, before turning to his jacket once again. "here.. now let me enjoy my stay?" a stack of cash, placed right next to your other gifts. eyeing it, you rolled your eyes, keeping quiet.

he laughed, shaking his head before pulling out a second. "fine." you finally spoke, grabbing the flowers and making your way to the kitchen. Simon followed you, turning to make sure your son wasn't making his way down the stairs.

you grabbed your gardening scissors, another gift from the baby dad, beginning to work on the beautiful bouquet . "my schedule is changing soon .. gonna be working 4 days now." he said, standing behind you, slipping his hands around your waist.

you had only a nightgown and robe on, truly not expecting his visit. he usually gets off this late, but he always tells you he's coming before arriving. "thats good.. you can start coming around in the daytimes now yea?" you replied, ignoring the already warm feeling you felt in your lower belly.

his hands made their way down to your thighs, playing with the lacy ends of your dress. "mhm.. or.. you guys can move back in with me. be a family again." he whispered as his hands slid up and under your dress.

he softly hissed as he noticed you had no panties on, pressing his crotch against the bare of your ass. you stopped focusing on the flowers, closing your eyes as you felt his bulge grow against you.

"w-well I dont want to go through another break up so.. plus might confuse-"

"you won't leave me again baby.. not if we make one either" you could hear the smirk on his lips, his belt unbuckling behind you.

quickly you turned, eying him. "we aren't gonna have another baby Simon." you said flat, holding the scissors in your other hand.

“i know i know… it’s big baby i know.” he whispered, pushing your damp hair away from your forehead . he had ypu sprawled on the living room floor, legs pushed open as the movie played low in the background.

his cock bullied it’s way into your cunt, balls slapping right against the curve of your ass. “taking me so well tho … i know it’s a lot.” he would coo, hand ready to slap right over your mouth if you got too loud

you hadn’t had sex since the last time Simon and you got this alone time, which was about 2 months ago.

. very often when he would visit in the nights your son would wake up, a nightmare usually. he always saw simon and thought that it was normal, and you both hated that.

tonight your son was able to sleep through the night tho, leaving you guys with nothing but each other.

his hands gripped at your waist so tight, watching as your face twisted with pleasure. your eyes we’re screwed shut, hands pressed flat against his chest. “so good simon.. fucking me so good”

he was a sucker for praise. he loved praising you, but he loved even more hearing from you how good his cock was making you feel. the idea of another man pleasing you, regardless of what you both were, angered him. i mean, you were the mother of his child, that meant you were his forever no?

“yea.. nobody else making you feel this good right?” he grunted, looking for reassurance through his dirty talk. “nobody fills this pussy better than me hm? only i get to take care of you like this. ”

your head shook frantically, opening your eyes to meet his. “just you simon , only you!”

he groaned low, gripping your jaw. “that’s right..” he’d say, sliding his cock all the way out to look at the mess you made before pushing back in slowly, allowing you both to feel every inch of each other.

he opened your mouth gently, looking into your eye as he spit into your mouth, grinning at how you swallowed it all. “so fucking sexy.. gonna make me cum.” he loved how you took everything he gave you, physical or not.

and he did, right after that. you could’ve sworn he whimpered out your name, head falling into your neck as he helplessly pounded into you, riding out his orgasm while working you right through yours, praising you for taking him so well.

as he placed you in your bed when you both collected yourselves, he pressed kissed your face all over, smiling down at you. the clock on your bedside read 1:30am, 4 hours before you would have had to get up.

he placed your blanket over you, pressing another kiss on your forehead. just as he pushed off your bed, your hand reached to his shirt. “can you stay.. let’s have.. a family day tomorrow.” ypu said, half asleep half awake.

you didn’t really know what he said fully, but it didn’t matter much because you quickly felt his back press into youre, arm scooping you closer to him

me being so active to make up for the months i wasn’t lol. baby daddy simon yes plz

[ven12b]

Tell me again that you love me . . . take my heart .

[shi4g]

Simon and his gamer girlfriend. A bit of a self-indulgent piece if you mind me.

Or! Simon "Ghost" Riley plays a Rhythm Game

Luv... I... Don't get it — Simon, the same man that is able to dismantle a weapon in a matter of seconds find himself completely confused at the controller in between his big hands.

It's easy! I'm telling you, you just have to listen to the music and press the buttons at the rhythm — You insist, it's almost intuitive for you, but, you can understand why is not so easy for your boyfriend, he's not stupid, you sometimes play together on the very same console you were using now, but, this is no the type of game he's used to.

Even with that, Simon seems determined to figure it out, he stares at the controller for a few seconds before restarting the song. He does his best attempt to do as you said, big fingers clumsily pressing down onto the buttons corresponding to the letters on the screen, he sometimes looks down and misses the beat.

For fucks sake... — He says as he puts down the controller after the big "Fail" on the screen spelled in big bold purple letters show. And you giggle. — Is it supposed to be this hard?

That's on easy

The silence gets thick and he stares at the screen as if it had personally offended him. After that he just hands the controller back to you, you chuckle and start explaining again, speaking as you play a song, it comes natural for you, fingers easily pressing the buttons of the controller even in the hardest parts not missing a bit, but he's very well distracted on staring at you, at your concentrated factions when you play, that's what he really likes seeing.

Did you understand? — You asked after finishing a song but you catch him staring at you. In that calm, thoughtless expression you've grown fond off, and you can just smile, knowingly.

[frankiesteinart]

Inquisitor Ghost