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GHOST, GAZ, & PRICE OPERATOR INTROS | MODERN WARFARE 2019

[copias-juicebox]

Papa doing his thing he always does. x

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[queenhunter102]

Cod boys and how they come home.

Captain John Price I can see this man having one of his last phone calls with and in code telling the rough timeline of him and his boys coming home. When he does finally step off that chopper and onto that British Soil, I can see that man running to you full speed as he wraps his arms around, damn near toppling the pair of you over. “Hello, my love,” he would whisper as he buried his face into you, just taking in your smell, that thing he wished he could bottle up and take with him on missions, not that he didn’t already have his matching ring. He just wanted that scent to linger longer than it did while he was on missions. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick Now, Kyle? I see him as the type to just rock up to your flat looking like a little lost puppy, his big brown eyes and the fake petty lip when you swing the door open to him before pouncing on you like a lion when you welcome him into your arms. This man’s mouth would not stop running like he would constantly utter words of praise, like “I adore you” and “You are my everything.” It would be like this man is layering it on thick, hoping you don’t let him go any time yet. Why would you? He was the best damn teddy there ever could be. Alejandro Vargas Now, sweet talker over here? He wouldn’t immediately just go straight home. No, oh nononono, this man would stop off and get you flowers, your favourite drink, food, you name it, like this man is acting like YOU had left on a mission and had finally returned, not him, and when he had unlocked the door to his little house. He would drop everything onto the coffee table just long enough for him to launch himself at you, pinning you to the couch and peppering kisses all over, “Necesito que me des Vida”, he would whisper as he pressed more and more kisses to your jaw. And why wouldn’t you give him life? You did every day. Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish See Johnny here. This man is a fiend when he comes home, like he is everywhere, all over you. Despite being the smallest out of the group, he makes up for it with his ability to find a way under your clothes. To the point, you are a giggly mess, and to where you are shirtless and locked in a cupboard somewhere, pressed against the door, trying to steal all of your oxygen, only breaking apart to whisper things like “Please let me in no-one will notice” or “five more minutes, just five I went months without you.” And who could you deny him? He had fought in your honour, in your name… well, his really. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Now, Si? This big oaf would have waited hours before rushing home. He would have filled out the paperwork he needed to, making sure it got to the right people, even if that meant hand delivery. This man would have spent so much time at the base that you would think you must have had the dates wrong or that the worst must have happened while you sat on the couch and waited for him to walk through the door. And when he finally did come home, you would wrap him into your arms pulling him into you, “Sor’ove, had shit to finish” he would mutter before wrapping you in his arms, pulling you tight into him. What are a few hours of waiting when he has the next two weeks off?

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[luvaurae]

Simon “ghost” Riley x reader 🫶🏼

This is my first tumblr post, go easy on me 🙏 I’m not sure how it sounds or if I like it or not, sorry if there’s typos ‼️

You and Simon had been together for about 6 months now. Normally Simon was deployed and sent away to work for 3-4 months (depending on the job.) which wasn’t the best. You always had to sit in your little yet cozy apartment without his presence, and sometimes when you needed him most, he wasn’t there. When you were in the shower, he wasn’t standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. When you were in bed, he wasn’t spooning you and keeping you warm. When you cooked dinner, you had no one to serve it to except yourself. Obviously you loved him, but it was so hard to get up for your own work in the morning without him groaning and saying things like - “..five more minutes luv’ .” Or “.. jus’ call work n tell em ya sick, please dove?”. But you knew his job was important, and it helped the both of them with rent and food shopping.

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As you jangled your keys into your doorknob, trying your best to shove it in as your eyes fluttered open and shut. You had just been on a six-hour shift at work and felt as if you were going to pass out every time you moved any part of your body. Eventually you managed to open up your apartment door, shutting it and locking it behind you without even turning back. You dropped your bag to the floor next to your shoe rack before making your way into bed, taking off your coat as you do so. You awkwardly rub your eyes before hopping into bed with your work t-shirt and your panties, pulling the blanket up trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. As soon as your head hits your pillow, you’re out cold. Snoring, not so quietly. You’re positive the whole of the building can hear it.

It was about 5:05pm.

You woke up to the sound of your door opening. It couldn’t be Simon, could it?.. he told you another week? He texted you and said specifically “captain said another week lovie, I’m sorry.” You shot up from your bed, not making a creak. You tiptoed into your closet, where a wooden bat had been lying against the wall (it was the one your dad gave you before you moved out.) you wrapped your hands around the handle as you opened your door, slowly yet carefully. Sweat building up within your palms, yet your grip on the bat extremely hard. You manage to tiptoe out of your room, the rest of your apartment still dark as you heard sounds coming from your kitchen. You gripped the bat with two hands before running into the kitchen and swinging it at the figures head, you told yourself you got a pretty good hit. Yet as the light from the refrigerator shines on the figure.. it was Simon. Of course it was.

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“I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t know it was you.” I say shakily pressing a cold freezer pack wrapped in a cloth onto Simon’s head as he rested on our bed.

“Don’t be sorry dove. At least I know ya know how to protect ya self’” Simon’s says in his deep British accent, giving off a small chuckle at the end. I felt horrible, yet at the same time proud. And honestly it felt a little good to get him back for not having much time to spend with me.

“How come your back so early? And why didn’t you text me?” I say pulling away the ice pack from his head and placing it on my side table as I now tuck myself beside him in our bed.

“I dunno, and I knew i shou’ve but I didn’t want to disturb my Angel in er’ beauty sleep.” Simon gives another chuckle. God sometimes I had forgotten how beautiful he was. I smile at him as my head rested against the pillow, now just staring at him as I take in his features. For a moment I was in my own world, just thinking about how gorgeous he was.

“I missed you.” I say in a slightly tired and grumbled voice as I snap out of my trance and close my eyes.

“I missed you too, luv.” Simon gives me a soft peck on my shoulder before turning off the lamp and spooning me, sliding his arm underneath mine and pulling me close to him so that his warmth radiated me.

[preqvelle]

Source.

[astralbondpro]

Ghost // Jesus He Knows Me (Genesis Cover)

[mephistopheles2022]

Papa Emeritus II

Ghost

[dreveel]

Ghostly Devotion; {Credit}

[raine-soft]

Konig kidnapper and Ghost accomplice.

Warning: Kidnapping, tell me if I missed anything.

The abandoned warehouse was shrouded in oppressive darkness, interrupted only by the flickering light of an old lantern hanging from the ceiling. In the center of the room, y/n lay tied to a chair, her eyes full of confusion and fear as she looked at Konig, whose figure was silhouetted ominously against the shadows.

Konig, with his usual air of authority and confidence, approached y/n with sure steps, his gaze fixed on his prey with a mixture of obsession and adoration. “Finally, you are here, my dear y/n,” Konig murmured with a smile that sent shivers down y/n’s spine. "You have been the light in my life since I met you, and now you will be mine forever."

Y/n's eyes widened at Konig's words, trying to understand the surreal situation she found herself in. Before she could utter a word, Konig placed a soft but firm hand on y/n's cheek, caressing it with a tenderness that contrasted brutally with the violence-filled atmosphere.

“Everything in me belongs to you, y/n,” Konig continued, his voice echoing in the silence of the warehouse. "I will protect you from everything and everyone, because you are my reason for existing."

Meanwhile, in the shadows, Ghost watched the scene with a mix of worry and confusion. He had followed Konig to the warehouse after discovering his dark plan, but seeing the way his friend interacted with y/n, something inside him began to change.

"Konig, this isn't right," Ghost interjected, his voice heavy with anguish. "You must free y/n. This is not love, it is obsession."

Konig turned to Ghost with a piercing gaze, his eyes shining with determination. "You don't understand, Ghost. y/n means everything to me. I won't let anything or anyone separate us."

As time passed, Ghost continued to observe the dynamic between Konig and y/n. Although he had initially planned to rescue y/n and take her away from Konig, he found himself increasingly attracted to y/n's sweetness and innocence, which seemed to stand out even more in the midst of the darkness.

The relationship between Konig, Ghost and y/n became more and more complex. Konig, obsessed but also deeply in love, was overprotective of y/n with a ferocity that often bordered on the dangerous. Ghost, for his part, was torn between his loyalty to his friend and his growing feelings towards y/n, whose presence had filled a void in his life that he didn't even know existed.

Over the course of the days and nights in the warehouse, the dynamic between the three of them became more intense. Konig, increasingly consumed by his obsession and his need to protect y/n, found an unexpected ally in Ghost, someone who understood and shared his feelings towards the same person.

The situation reached a fever pitch when y/n, in an act of bravery and determination, confronted Konig and Ghost about the complexity of her feelings. “I’m not an object you can share or protect at will,” y/n exclaimed, her eyes filled with determination. "I am a person with my own desires and choices."

Y/n's words echoed through the air of the warehouse, her voice filled with determination and bravery as she confronted Konig and Ghost about the complexity of her feelings and actions. However, instead of receiving understanding or redemption, y/n was greeted with icy silence from Konig and a somber look from Ghost.

“How dare you talk like that, y/n?” Konig exclaimed, his voice filled with suppressed anger. "I brought you here to protect you, to love you, and this is what you get in return. You don't understand what I do for you."

Ghost remained silent, but his look was a mix of pain and disappointment. He had found a light in y/n in the midst of the darkness, but now he was faced with the reality of his actions and the complexity of his feelings.

Before y/n could respond, Konig stepped forward determinedly, his face masked by a harsh expression. “You must learn your place, y/n,” Konig said, his words heavy with menace. "I will not allow you to challenge my authority or my feelings. From now on, you will follow my rules without questioning them."

Konig's commanding tone and the implicit threat in his words left y/n breathless, feeling the weight of her vulnerable position in the hands of someone obsessed with controlling every aspect of her life. Ghost, for his part, remained silent, his gaze sad but resigned to the situation.

From that day on, the dynamic between Konig, Ghost and y/n became more tense and controlling. Konig exercised his authority with a firm hand, imposing strict rules and watching y/n's every move. Ghost, while sharing Konig's concern for y/n, felt increasingly caught between his loyalty to his friend and his own confused feelings.

The abandoned warehouse became a scene of oppression and conflict, where love was intertwined with control and obsession.

Over time, y/n resigned herself to her situation, adapting to the rules imposed by Konig and trying to find small moments of calm and comfort in the midst of oppression. Although the desire to escape still burned within him, the opportunities were few and the risks too high.

[abbsaura]

Still thinking about the fact that Ghost would 100% do a threesome with Johnny and one woman.

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THE MARSHAL 🤠💀 GHOST OPERATOR SKIN

[beeloovedd]

id love to hear about phantom and his ocd

Hi I'm sorry this took me literal months to get too 🙏

Ive had this sitting unfinished in my drafts untill now so I hope this is ok 🫶

After show

Tw: dissociation, flinching, OCD

Phantom sighs softly with a smile as the song ends and everyone cheers

He walks back to put his guitar away to go bow and pick up things from fans

He puts the guitar down then picks it up and puts it down again

Then again

He bites his tounge then taps the guitar then taps it again, leaving a small smidge on the shiny black guitar

He smiles and runs back out just in time to bow

Hes between Sodo and Mountain with his hands in theirs

He bows then everyone cheers and claps and with a big smile on his face he throws a few picks and a few setlists into the crowd

Then the show finally ends and the lights begin to fade to black

Everyone runs Backstage cheering that they did good and talking about some of the things that happened on stage

Everyone goes to help pack up, get food or go back to the bus to change

Phantom goes right to the bus zoned out yet somehow (and thankfully) his legs know where to go, he feels bad that he's not helping but he can barely register anything in his mind right now

He walks into the bus and stands there for a second, long, tired blinks as he tries to get his mind back into reality enough to know what to do or say when everyone else comes back

He shivers and walks over to his bunk to get some clean clothes

A few seconds later Phantom flinches as Mountain comes out in some casual pants and a loose t-shirt holding his sweat drenched stage outfit

"good show today bug" Mountain says as he squeezes Phantom's shoulder gently as he walks by to put his clothes in the hamper in case they stop at a hotel

"you did good too" Phantom says with a tired smile

He hums quietly as walks into the bathroom and changes into something more comfortable

He gets dressed in a loose t-shirt and some sweatpants then goes to lay in his bunk with a quiet sigh

He hears Mountain leave to go help put away the equipment and ask Papa if they'll sleep in the bus or go to a hotel

He feels bad about not helping, maybe he should, it's rude if he doesn't

But before he even gets the chance to get up everyone comes in talking, laughing and joking with each other

Papa walks in last, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, papal paints smeared and his jacket draped over his arm with his old cup of coffee from earlier in his hand

The other ghouls either lay in their bunks, change, eat or are taking off their facepaint

Copia walks to go change into something more comfortable and slightly less sweaty once the restroom is free, but first

He looks over to phantom while putting his things down

"are you ok, Phantom?" Copia asks while looking at phantom with a small tired smile

Phantom nods and smiles back

"Yea, tired" phantom says as he lays back

Copia smiles and puts his hand on Phantom's arm

"We're going to a hotel tonight" copia says as he pats phantoms arm then leaves to go change

Eventually everyone gets settled, packing clothes, getting things for a shower and filling the hamper

Then they get to the hotel

Phantom gets his smaller suitcase and is one of the first ones in the hotel

They all check in and decide who's staying where

Cirrus, Cumulus and Aroura together

Dew, Rain and Mountain together

And Phantom, Swiss and Copia together

As soon as they get into their rooms Phantom practically faceplant on the bed

Swiss laughs and Copia chuckles

Swiss lays next to him and puts a hand on his back rubbing it soothingly

"you ok bug?" Swiss asks with a gentle smile

Phantom hums out a quiet

"mhm"

And nods

Swiss pulls him into his arms and phantom lays his head on Swiss's chest

Copia leaves to go shower and leaves the two ghouls alone

Phantom mutters something quietly and Swiss leans down to try and hear

"what was that?" He asks, placing a gentle kiss to the quint ghouls forehead

"Does your mind ever get too.....much?" Phantom asks, listing to Swiss's gentle heartbeat as he lays on his chest

Swiss smiles, concerned yet happy he's not bottling it up this time

"Yea sometimes it does" he says as he runs a hand through Phantoms hair

"But you know you can talk to us about it anytime right? We're all here for you bug" Swiss says caressing Phantom's cheek gently

"I know" Phantom says quietly

Swiss smiles and relaxed into the bed, the tiredness from today's show hitting him

He starts to drift in and out of sleep until Phantom speaks

"I love you" Phantom says, words slurring due to him drifting off to sleep as well

Swiss smiles and plays with his hair tiredly

"I love you too Phantom"

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Halloween pup

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Buster Keaton - The Haunted House (1921)

[yawnderu]

Sex Pollen — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

girl dinner since my König sex pollen has over 900 notes♡

"That's it, love..." Ghost growls out as he pushes your hips up and down slowly, your warm, wet cunt engulfing his thick dick as his hips thrust up to meet you halfway. Your womb is already full of his cum, yet Ghost is unable to stop, each orgasm seemed to just be making his cock harder and his balls tighter. Being all the way inside you felt too damn good.

"So pretty like this, sweet girl... like you were made to take my fuckin' cock all the way inside that tight little cunt." He muttered between clenched teeth, trying his best not to cum inside you yet. For the first time in his life, Ghost was willingly having sex, and oh God, he can't believe he has been missing out on this. His thrusts were slow and deep, making sure to put your pleasure before his, hitting all the right spots with his fat cock.

"Ghost...—" His name being moaned out by you felt like music to his ears, his eyes narrowing slightly as his grip on your hips got tighter, pushing you faster up and down his dick as your tight walls gripped him, a mix of your cream and his cum coating his length, making a ring on the base of it. Though his face was concealed by the balaclava, you can see his expressive eyes focused completely on your face, basking in the pretty faces you make when you're cock-drunk. You already forgot how many orgasms he's pulled out of you, yet it all feels too damn good to ask him to stop, even when your cunt is abused and fucked-out.

"Fuck— angel, let me cum in you." He pleads for your consent, just as he did the last four times he came inside. "Want to fill you up so good, baby, please." Ghost's eyes roll to the back of his head as you give him your approval, groaning and grunting as he begins to thrust harder and deeper into you, his gloved hands pulling your hips all the way down so his cock is completely inside you as his thick, warm cum fills your womb up.