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Done in collaboration with @ghoulishhone for the GhostSoap Reverse Bang Valentine's day event!:) They wrote an accompanying fic which you can read here too! It's amazing!! 🥺

Thanks again for working on this with me, you were a great collab partner 🙌 hope you guys enjoy! Take this very flustered Ghost being held hehe

[thanksbutno98]

Take Me Home

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader OC

Summary: You take Simon Riley out on your first date together.

Warnings: NSFW, sexual themes, nudity, allusions to a hand job, talks of porn, swearing, not edited.

Authors Note: It’s been forever since I wrote for Simon and Dove but I’m very happy with this one. Still working on Dove and Indy meeting so hopefully one of the two fics will be up next week :)

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Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

The cracked screen illuminated the otherwise pitch black room. The blackout curtains were drawn shut and the sound of the overhead fan whirled at full speed. A large hand smacked around the bedside table finally grasping the shattered phone and ignoring the call that was coming through. Soon loud snoring filled the room again just to come to an abrupt stop soon after.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

“Hello?” Simon groaned down the line of his phone.

“Get up, I’m taking you out!” Your cheerful voice was so loud on the other end Simon had to pull his phone away from his ear. He could hardly register what you were saying and decided hanging up would be easier so he could go back to sleep.

You two had recently made up from your first big fight. After his inability to sort through his feelings Simon had driven you away with his calloused words and some shouting. He had said loving you and sleeping with you was a mistake; something he didn’t mean. You had been angrier than he’d ever seen and it took weeks for either of you to reach out to the other. It ended with some groveling on his end and shower sex. Things had gone slow since then because Simon was sent off for another deployment and then so were you but a much shorter one. Finally he had gotten home last night. You only knew this because you ran into Price on base who mentioned Simon was quick to head to his flat as soon as they were back.

Rolling over the mattress moaned under his massive frame and he pulled his blankets up and over his head. His phone buzzed again but he sent the call to voicemail. He was not in the mood to be woken up. Sleep evaded him most nights but especially when deployed. So being in his flat and in his own bed was heaven. His first thought when his boots hit the ground was, sleep. Deep sleep, void of dreams and a desire for the blackness of the back of his eyelids.

“Simon!” A loud bang thundered against his front door along with your pretty voice.

“She’s a fuckin’ pest.” Grunting into his pillow Simon slowly got out of bed.

His muscles ached and bones creaked and cracked. Once his bare feet touched the floor he could feel how incredibly cold his flat was; he had forgotten to turn on the heat. It made him miss the warmth of his bed that was calling him back.

“Simon, c’mon!” The way you whined behind his door only annoyed him further.

Your strength with knocking rivaled his own, reminding him you truly were a force to be recked with even being smaller than him. It made his mind wander to the time you got him in an arm bar and he actually had to tap out. Swinging the door open Simon saw you smiling ear to ear with two to-go coffee cups in either hand.

Your eyes went wide seeing Ghost standing in front of you with a pissed off look. His scary and mean demeanor wasn’t off putting to you, it was actually alluring. What had gotten your attention was the hulking man in front of you was completely naked. His muscles rippled across his body and somehow looked bigger on his tattooed arms. The scar on his abdomen was on full display and there was a smattering of purple and green bruises across his chest and legs. Your eyes wandered down to his large semi hard cock that seemed to twitch under your gaze.

“What if Price was with me?” You whispered eyes fixed on his crotch.

“Nothing he hasn’t seen.” The crude half humored reply made your mouth dry. You never thought you’d be jealous of Captain Price but if he truly did get to see Simon like this often in the locker room he was one lucky man.

“If you’re going to be here you have to put a sock in it.” The words rumbled from deep in his chest; a threat hidden beneath.

Your tongue was incapable of moving, eyes still fixed on Simons now fully hard cock. Clearly it liked the attention as you had gotten the first hand experience of watching it grow and stiffen until it was standing straight up. Or at least it was trying to, his heaviness didn’t allow it to come up and meet Simons chiseled abdomen although it was trying. A tight grip on your elbow finally snapped you out of your dumb struck state as Simon yanked you into his flat. Most would say the force was rough but having been subjected to the military for so long it didn’t phase you.

“Need help-“ You gestured towards Simons crotch but were cut off as the coffees were snatched from your hands and placed on the hutch by the front door.

It all happened fast as you were man handled out of your autum coat and boots, then picked up like a duffle bag. You squealed as your feet left the floor and you were tucked under Simons large beefy arm, facing the opposite direction as him. Your skirt rode up having your white knickers peaking out slightly and Simon didn’t hesitate to leave a searing smack to the exposed flesh as he carried you down the hall and to his bed. You yelped feeling the sting of a handprint left behind.

“Put. Me. Down.” You kicked your feet trying to struggle from the oafs firm hold on you. You pushed against him, wiggled, and even lightly bit his side as a warning.

“I’m going back to sleep and you can scratch my back as a way to say sorry for waking me up.” Before you could protest against Simon you were launched into the air.

A loud gasp left you as you collided with the soft warm mattress you had never laid in. Unable to gather yourself in the pitch black room, you first felt the mattress sink and then felt Simon’s large hands roughly pulling you into his bare chest. The cool air around you seemed to disappear as his warm body enveloped your smaller frame. He hummed seemingly satisfied with himself at getting you into his bed so he could go back to sleep with you in his arms.

“Miss me?” You chuckled. You cuddled into his ripped chest and let him throw his leg over you as if you were a body pillow.

“Shh.” Simon shushed you and focused on falling back asleep.

All you could focus on was his hard on pressed firmly against your thigh and lower abdomen. With a cheeky grin you reached down and gently grasped it and began to stroke. Carefully you listened to Simon, unable to see his face for any sign of disapproval in the darkness. He laid there breathing steadily.

“Clean up the mess when you’re done.” Simons words were sealed with a soft kiss placed to your forehead as he let you jerk him off. You wanted to do this and be the cheeky little minx he loved and you thought he’d sleep better after getting off.

He was not going to complain what so ever. Exhaustion had left his sex drive low but having you in his bed for the first time did something uncontrollable to his body. Simon wanted to tell you he was only hard because it was morning wood so you wouldn’t get all cocky. But the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him was what had done it. His mind wandered to the two times you had given him a blow job and now he was consumed with it. You two were newly sexual so now he was mentally checking off an arbitrary list in his head of the sexual acts you two were working your way through.

“That didn’t take long.” Your sugary voice giggled as Simon silently checked off ‘hand job’ in his head and was fading fast into sleep. Maybe it was good you stopped by because now he was exhausted, satisfied, and no longer lonely. The perfect combination for a deep sleep.

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The sound of crackling bacon was the first thing to stir Simon from sleep, followed by the delicious salty smell. Letting out content hum his eyes fluttered open as he took in the sight of his ceiling fan. You had pulled open his black out curtain allowing sunlight in. The frigid fall air from before had warmed making the old water heater hiss and clang. Although the heat had been turned on it was a different kind of warmth that hung around him. It was the warmth of your vanilla scented perfume in his bedsheets and that coconut lotion you sometimes wore. The warmth of what having you in a home brought and for once it made getting out of bed in this dreary flat seem easy.

Walking out of his bedroom was a large square room. Simons bedroom door led straight into the living room where there was a single recliner and an old tv sat across from it. There was an old faded green leather couch to the left of the matching recliner and a wooden coffee table sat in front. To the right was the kitchen where you happened to be. The fake marble counter tops wrapped around the wall and made a U shape to the peninsula where bar stools sat. And to his left was one more door that was the bathroom.

“Don’t burn the place down.” Simon warned having seen your poor cooking skills.

“No promises.” You turned to look at the beefy man and felt just as dumb struck as you did this morning.

Again he stood in front of you stark naked only now he had a blank expression instead of the mean one from earlier. You had to gulp down the rock in your throat. Being in the presence of such a huge naked man did something to you. Especially knowing what he was capable of doing with those hands and his impossibly large cock. Part of you wanted him to put on clothes so you could start forming full sentences but the view was impeccable from where you were standing.

“Pervert.” Simon mumbled before walking over to his recliner where a pair of sweat pants had been thrown over the back. Slipping them on you ran your eyes down his chiseled back and bare ass but quickly averted your gaze when Simon turned around. You busied yourself and sat the plate of bacon at the bar for him.

“That’s all?” Simons brow furrowed as he saw a simple plate of bacon that was slightly burnt. He was expecting breakfast or a full meal since he was absolutely starving.

“Knew it would get you out of bed so I could drag you out for a proper meal. It’s almost dinner time, you’ve slept through breakfast and lunch.” Your words only made him sigh.

While he slept you had full reign of his flat. It felt strange being here like this. You’d seen it once or twice before but you were under Simons watchful eyes. You didn’t mean to snoop, well you did mean to but you wouldn’t admit to it. Having hours to yourself you poked around his bathroom to see the bare essential. There was a pack of tooth brushes, toothpaste, deodorant, hand soap and a razor. In his shower was a three in one soap which you were going to toss and replace with actual body wash, shampoo, and conditioner next time you visited. There was nothing but ibuprofen and hydrogen peroxide in his medicine cabinet and his first aid kit under the sink was picked clean. Everything was spotlessly clean which you found surprising for a man who lived on his own.

His kitchen was just as lack luster but equally spotless. He had one fork, one spoon, but a plethora of steak knives. He even had a cleaver, chefs knife, fish knife, and an odd looking one you weren’t sure what the purpose was. They were wrapped up making you realize it was a butcher knife set. Simon had two ceramic plates from different sets, four bowls ranging from small to extremely large and his pots and pans were old and heavily used. There was a bottle of what looked to be expensive bourbon in a cabinet with one nice crystal glass.

Simons living room was the most interesting and that wasn’t because of his lack of decor. You had laid on his couch and flipped through the channels before sifting through his DVR. Being such a stoic man you wondered what he watched and you realized it was nothing. He had nothing saved making you think he might just be a rock that transformed into a human being.

You did notice some past porn purchases that you decided to skim through to see his taste. The weirdest yet flattering part was the films he chose to purchase had women who looked a lot like you. It was a boost in confidence in a strange way, it also struck you as odd because; who still bought porn? It made you wonder what was on his laptop, if he had one.

Simon hadn’t noticed you had picked over his apartment because everything was still where it belonged. You were stealthy and you would later be proud he never picked up on your snooping. Meaning you hadn’t left behind a trace which was something to be proud of in its own right.

There was no attempt to ask Simon what he wanted to do on his first day back from deployment. Although he knew you’d call him boring for wanting to sit on the couch, drink bourbon, and watch tv. Normally in his life before having a woman around he’d watch porn for a bit but you’d checked that box within ten minutes of seeing him this morning. Now being fully rested the thought of sex was beginning to creep into his mind but his empty stomach was a much bigger priority.

“Let’s get kebabs.” Simon didn’t ask it was more of a push for something that was a simple walk down the street. It meant he’d get good food and get to lounge back in his recliner with you in his lap and do absolutely nothing for the day. It would be a dream come true.

“Nope. That’s not the plan.” You were smiling up at him so sweetly he was finding it hard to be annoyed at you. Yet he still found the ability to.

“I’m staying in today.” Simon informed you blandly.

“Nope! Go put on something nice. I’ll take you to get a steak. My treat.” You were laying on all the charm you possibly could.

You realized this morning on your way over you and Simon had never truly been on a date. To you it made sense, dates didn’t really seem like his style. That didn’t stop you from wanting to romance him like you thought he deserved. You assumed he hadn’t been wined and dined in years, if ever. So as his, partner? Girlfriend? Lover? Well, as his something you wanted to treat him right. The notion of steak and he didn’t have to pay for it was all Simon needed to hear, he was in.

“Something nice.” Simon parroted the words back to you as he scratched his head looking perplexed.

That’s when he noticed you were in a cute brown long sleeve fall dress and cream colored socks that came up to below your knees. Your hair was done nicely and you wore makeup. He never really saw you wearing makeup because it was unnecessary in the military, but being a civilian suited you better. At least that’s what he thought.

Nodding apprehensively Simon took a piece of bacon with him and walked back into his bedroom. The room consisted of a queen sized bed, a dresser, and one nightstand on his preferred side of sleeping; although he took up the entire bed when he did sleep. Walking over to his closet Simon slid the double doors open and looked over his clothes.

“Something nice.” He repeated to himself.

He didn’t own any nice clothes. Well not nice enough to be standing next to you in that pretty dress with you all dolled up. He’d look like an oaf, a disheveled mess next to someone so put together and beautiful. Simon didn’t even own a pair of slacks or a dress shirt that wasn’t military. Pulling out his only pair of unstained jeans lacking frayed cuffs he swapped them for his sweat pants. Making his way back to his dresser he slipped on a white t-shirt, socks, and then went back for the only expensive piece of clothing he owned. Which was a black leather jacket. Leaving the balaclava behind as when he was home there was no need for it. He didn’t have to hide his face because no one would recognize him either way. He felt like a faceless man shifting through crowds because he was never home long enough to be recognized.

Simon stopped by the bathroom to check his hair which he thought looked fine and didn’t bother shaving the stubble that had slightly grown in. He sighed deeply realizing just how out of his league you were in so many ways. You had a large enough wardrobe to get dressed up, a fully furnished flat, stocked fridge and pantry, hell you even knew your neighbors. Then there was him. The aloof recluse who hadn’t shopped for clothes in years, lived off take away, and scared his neighbors away just by exiting his flat.

His appearance would have to do. This was all he had. So he met back up with you in the kitchen but you weren’t there. You were standing by his front door with knee high brown boots and the plaid mid thigh length coat that hung open. God, Simon found you beautiful and part of him felt bad you would be standing next to ugly old him.

“You look so handsome!” You chimed giddy as ever. You were practically hopping up and down and had lightly clapped your hands at the sight of him.

It took Simon completely off guard and he stared at you blankly. No one called him handsome. He couldn’t remember the last time any one had beside you when he had you on your back in bed. And he thought you were just saying that because you were suppose to while having sex. But the way your eyes sparkled, you looked proud of him somehow. It made a new feeling he didn’t have a name for bloom in his chest. It felt good but in an embarrassing kind of way. Like when your mom leaves you a note in your lunch box saying she loves you but you can’t let any of your friends see it out fear of ridicule.

After sharing how handsome you thought Simon was he stared at you for what you felt was an awkward amount of time. You watched as the gears turned in his head as if he were deciphering something complicated. You glanced down to double check you didn’t have cum on your dress or something from the way he stared through you.

“Don’t be daft.” It was easier to swat the compliment away than analyze why it made his chest tight.

“What? Can’t call you handsome?” You asked, confused if that was something that could upset him.

“Don’t need to tell me what I already know.” The cocky response had you rolling your eyes.

Pretending to be confident in his appearance was easier than telling you he didn’t believe you for a second. Honestly, your comment made Simon relieved that he wasn’t going to look like a fool next to you. From what you said maybe he’d fit in for once and not stand out like a sore thumb. Maybe it wasn’t handsome that you meant to call him but average. And he could be happy with average because then he was something people wouldn’t point and whisper about.

“Okay, I see compliments go straight to that thick head of yours.” Your teasing didn’t seem to phase the man as he laced up his black boots and was ready to go. What got him was you taking your fist and knocking on his skull as he was bent over tying his shoe.

“Yup, empty.” You teased further.

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“That was good.” Simon stated as you two began to walk down the cobblestone street. He stretched his arms back and then rubbed his stomach as if the movement would clear up more room.

You had just treated Simon to an expensive steak dinner and watched in awe as he ate an entire 30oz ribeye, whipped potatoes, greens beans and then finished off your food. He commented he had never been somewhere so nice and you let him know this was one of your favorite spots; so he should get use to it. There was no doubt he had an appetite but you were beginning to have your suspicions. He seemed incapable of leaving food to go to waste. It was almost impulsive that he’d eat everything in front of him, as if he didn’t know where his next meal would come from.

You knew his childhood and adult life were traumatic and he’d lost his whole family but he never mentioned the conditions he grew up in. After seeing his sparse living arrangements with no real touches of himself and now getting him out for a real meal his person screamed impoverished. It made you sad. A nagging thought that he didn’t know or choose nice things because maybe he felt undeserving or didn’t even know where to start. So what you saw as just a sweet dinner was now turning into a determination to knock his socks off.

“I’ll get a cab.” Simon stepped up the the curb but you quickly caught him by the elbow and tugged him back toward you.

“I’m not done with you yet, Riley.” You flirted and started to pull him down the street.

Simon looked at you confused but slightly amused. He was stuffed and ready to go lay down and unbutton his now tight jeans. He wanted to see what you were up to and what a night out looked like for you. That way he could try and become accustom to the way you lived. You shuffled him into different shops but couldn’t get Simon to try on a single thing or more than glance at a shirt you held up to him. It ended up feeling like torture for the both of you. Simon was appeasing you by following you around and you just wanted to get him something nice but he wouldn’t stay still long enough for you to even guess his size. After a bit of bickering you seemed to give up and decided on a different route.

What he wasn’t expecting was to end up at the cinema where you got the fancy reclining seats where you could get drinks served to you throughout the movie. This was a new experience but a nice one. You happily ordered drinks for both of you and even some popcorn to split. Simon couldn’t remember the last time he went to see a movie but getting to make out with you during it was a pleasure.

After that Simon assumed the next stop was home but again he was wrong. You dragged him to some fancy ice cream shop instead of the normal one he would have stopped in. He had internally been wracking up how much money you were spending and it made him sweat a bit. Each time he offered to pay you swatted him away and told him this was your idea so he wasn’t allowed to pay. No way in hell was he going to spend this much money normally, it felt unnatural. But as he ate his overly priced ice cream he had to admit to himself it was better than his local shop.

“Good?” You asked in between bites of your own dessert.

“Damn, good.” Simon confirmed. You two had walked around so much and so far you ended up back near his flat without having to take a taxi.

“Your parents ever take you out for ice cream?” It was a prying question that went straight over Simon’s head.

He had no clue you were trying to spoil him because it was so obvious he’d never been before. For you, you saw the way his eyes became wide at these new found things. There was no smile when he realized his seat reclined back at the cinema or that they brought drinks and snack to you. But there was a content eir about him that with each little gesture you gave him he was getting more and more comfortable.

Simon was so rigid when you first sat down to dinner but by the end of it he seemed to relax exponentially. Then the cinema was amazing because he put the moves on and started by having his arm wrapped around you then soon his tongue down your throat. Finally the ice cream parlor he walked in so casually and knew exactly what he wanted. You jokingly called is death by chocolate and he told you there’s no better way to die.

Simon thought you were going to do all these things today with or without him. You had mentioned you needed a day of pampering but you hated doing it alone. So this is what Simon assumed you meant although it really wasn’t. You’d tried to make this romantic and special for him because it was your first real date together.

“Fuck no.” The thought of his parents made his skin crawl. The times he went out for ice cream was when he saved up enough money for him and his little brother to get the cheapest option at the local shop.

“Cinema?” You asked, tossing your empty paper cup in a near by trash.

“No.” Simon was starting to feel annoyed by your questions. His family was a sore subject and he didn’t appreciate you bringing it up.

“Anyone ever take you out?” The final question had everything falling into place in a snap second.

Take him out? Like a date?

“Is this a date?” Simon blurted out, stopping in his tracks and looking down at you.

You were staring up at him looking utterly offended for some reason. After all your efforts to romance him he didn’t even realize it was a date. You could pull your hair out from how frustrating this man could be at times. What, you just dropped that much money because you felt like it? Well you did. But it was mainly to show him you cherished him and he deserved to be dated. Not just a fuck when you two had time.

“Of course it’s a date. What else would it be?” You were floored he hadn’t realized you took him out on a date. The first thing you said to him on the phone was that you were taking him out today; he couldn’t be that thick.

“I’m suppose to pay for things if it’s a date.” Simon took the last bite of his ice cream before tossing it out and turning back to you.

He looked mad at you for some reason which only ticked you off more. Simon was internally furious he hadn’t put two and two together. He thought today was about what you wanted to do so he happily went along with it. If he knew it was a date, which he doesn’t do, he would have paid for everything. You were his, partner? Girlfriend? Lover? Well, you were something to him and he was the one who should be doing this for you. If he even knew where to start.

“Do you live in the 18th century? Women nowadays can pay for things. Or is my money no good?” Your sarcasm wasn’t appreciated and left Simon feeling emasculated.

“I’m the man.” The argument held no weight to you. In fact it was so outdated you wondered is Simon even believed it. (he didn’t)

“A thick one.” You retorted.

“Better than a sneaky little witch.” Simon shot right back, the conversation developing into child like insults. His response had you laughing in disbelief and the fact he called you ‘sneaky.’

“I don’t think I could’ve been more obvious, Simon. C’mon it’s our first date let’s not get into a pissing contest.” You laughed lightly hoping the mood could shift for him.

You were annoyed in a way but it occurred to you he might have never been dated or treated properly in a relationship. This might be a foreign concept and once he was truly ready to talk about it you would ask him. But for now you would continue to date him because even without a title of what you two were; you were dating in some capacity.

“So this was all for me?” Simon clarified before he spoke as he didn’t want to put his foot in his mouth.

If this is what you wanted as a date he’d be more than willing to take you out and do this every once in a while. You nodded your head waiting for his anger to dissipate. But now he knew it wasn’t for you. You had down this all for him.

“Spoiling me like some child is what you think I want as a date?” It felt wrong to questions you.

Because you had actually hit a bullseye on the perfect first date for Simon. He didn’t even know this was what he wanted until the realization you had catered to him all day sunk in. If it was left up to him you two would’ve sat in his flat all day but this was so much better. It tapped in to his childhood somehow and felt like some of those painful memories were now wrapped in velvet bandages ready to start healing.

“You don’t seem like someone who’s been taken care of properly. So you don’t do nice things for yourself. I just wanted to do something nice for you because you deserve it.” Your words were sweeter than the ice cream he had just eaten.

Simon wanted to take what you said as condescending but he couldn’t, no matter what way he looked at it. It felt like real love, true love, a kind love that didn’t leave behind an ache in his chest. It made him uncomfortable yet a feeling of home came along with it. Or of what he thought coming home would have felt like if his life were different.

“Well, take me home then. That’s how these things end. Right?” Nodding with his head down the street you watched with a smile as another wall of his crumbled into rubble.

“Are you the type who kisses on a first date? Cuz I might take advantage of that.” Snagging his large mitt of a hand you forcefully tugged the giant Brit down the street towards his flat. He wanted to say something rude and mean but you somehow completely disarmed him, making him blush at the implication.

“I put out on the first date.” Simon quipped finally for once feeling a sense of normalcy.

Is this what I felt like to actually go on a date? It could be this easy? You made it seem like his life didn’t have to be shadowed in pain, loneliness, and hiding away. With you here he was able to feel and act like civilians do, enjoy his time home instead of waiting for his next deployment. The glimmers of a peaceful life you continued to show him had Ghost fading away and left Simon Riley here with you. A man instead of a figment.

“Lucky you, I put out too.”

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[a-gromova]

Green Light

[snailvi]

Viking Ghost brought to you by my boyfriend's drunk garctic phone prompt on my birthday

[notagayman]

"Poor lad, never seen a kid look so.. tired before."

Guys what if I said I wanted to make a Cod army cadet au

Price would've been discharged because he had his leg amputated and he ends up getting angsty being in his house and doing civilian life. Cue Laswell telling him to become a Cadet leader and then a few months later he has two kids he's incredibly worried about (Ghost and Soap). Gaz joins a year later and by the end price ends up looking after all of them in some way or another.

(I made a really big thread on twitter about it I might just screenshot or copy and paste it here)

[casperagender]

only my second time drawing ghost but i swear it feels like i've done it so much more.. muscle bear ghost for the soul... we all need and love it♡

if anyone recongizes the scene i referenced i love you!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

[sstormyskyess]

wrote some more robot!ghost for @glitterypirateduck's ghost challenge!! i used prompt #81 and pushed robot!ghost in a river >:)

[tiny suggestive warning!]

The sixth month of your service as Ghost's technician was coming to a close, and along with that, autumn was just starting to peter off into winter. The air was colder and the wind bites just a little harder than it did before.

Your breath is visible in the air when you stop to catch it, having exerted yourself on your morning run. Your feet have taken you off base today after deciding to work yourself a little harder. If things went as planned, you would be following the task force off base within the next couple weeks for a longer mission, one where Ghost wouldn't be able to visit as promptly. So, to make sure nothing catastrophic happened with you too far away to address it, you would be going with them.

You wipe the sweat off your forehead as you make a detour into a small cafe on your way back to base, the bell above the door jingling when you push it open. Despite the fact that the little shop was packed for the afternoon rush, things were rather quiet. It was a tad confusing, to be frank.

The cause of this awkward and uncomfortable silence is made clear once you spot a certain hulking man standing next to the front counter, arms crossed over his chest.

You walk over to him with curiosity in your eyes. "Ghost? What are you doing here?" Why would an automaton be in a cafe of all places? Or anywhere that serves food for that matter?

His glowing red LED optics focus on you when he hears your voice and he shrugs in response to your question. "Getting drinks for the others." His voice is plain and deadpanned as usual, explaining himself as though it were obvious and well-known that he served as the task force's personal coffee delivery boy.

You make a little 'oh' noise and glance away from him. Those damn eyes of his continue to send a shiver down your spine every time he stares at you so intently. Expectantly, almost.

The silence is palpable for a few moments before you try to start a more substantial conversation. "So, um... do you do stuff like this often? Getting food for the other guys, I mean."

His voice box makes a low, metallic rumble in response and looks at the queue on the tiny monitor showing what orders were coming out next. "Pretty often. Don't get tired and don't have to work out daily. Got plenty of extra time," he says before glancing over at you and nodding toward the counter. "Might want to get your order in, mate."

Oh. That is what you were here to do, isn't it? You mosey over to the waiter and give them your order, feeling Ghost's eyes on the side of your face while you speak.

When the both of you get your orders--one cup of coffee for yourself and a variety of teas and coffees for the boys--you and Ghost head out together and start on back to base. Conversation flows somewhat easily as you walk as you exchange small stories with each other; most of his consist of various past operations, yours are generally about your clients over the years.

About halfway back, catastrophe strikes.

The two of you are on your merry way when you hear the sound of car horns blaring only a little ways away. All of a sudden, a car is swerving and coming directly toward you. You freeze at the sight and aren't able to react until it's almost too late. Lucky for you, you have a 6'4" automaton bodyguard, one that's able to quickly shove you out of the trajectory the speeding car is taking.

The result is him flying over the guardrail along the side of the river you're walking next to, right into the water.

"Ghost!" You look over the edge, eyes wide in shock. You turn your gaze to the driver of the car that nearly crashed into you. "What is wrong with you?!" You bark at them before trying to find some way down to help Ghost out of the river. You curse under your breath when your search comes up short and resort to climbing over the railing and sliding down the steep drop to the lower walkway.

Luckily, he's already swimming to the side, albeit a bit slow. You take hold of his hand and drag him closer the best you can, helping him onto the concrete footpath.

Now, usually, water wouldn't be an issue for an automaton as advanced as he is, but the fact his chassis was crumpled up by the car hitting him, water was able to get underneath his waterproof outer casing and into his circuits. You call up Price on your phone and he's there to take the both of you back to base within minutes (not before getting the culprits plate numbers and information, though--that person was really going to get it, you already know).

Ghost is stumbling by the time you make it back to your office and get him laying on the workbench to be treated. You have to tell Soap to shut up when he makes a stupid comment about just putting him in a tub full of rice, and he promptly fucks off when he hears the venom in your voice.

You're quick to remove his damaged chest casing and set it to the side. He's instinctively resistant to the action after recently experiencing high levels of trauma, and his hands shoot up to stop you multiple times as you open him up, but eventually he gets too weak to hold you back anymore.

A grimace sets upon your face when you see the water sloshing around in his most fragile parts. Towels first, then you can really take care of him. "I'm gonna wipe you down first, okay? The fabric will probably feel strange or hurt a bit at first, but it's all necessary, okay?" You reassure him while you get the towels out of your tool cabinets. He gives you a strained, glitchy grumble in response.

When you start patting him down, his limbs twitch and he groans softly, his eyes flickering. "Fuckin' hell--" he hisses, his voicebox chopping his words up and his back arching off the table involuntarily. It makes you falter for a bit; it almost sounded like a groan of pleasure instead of pain...

But there's no time to speculate about whether or not your patient was a masochist. Even if your face started to heat up a bit, both from the shame of thinking about him like that and from the inappropriate thoughts passing through your mind. So unprofessional, you scold yourself.

But after that day, you can't get the thoughts out of your head. Yet another thing about that man that captivates you. This was starting to become a problem.

more robot!ghost on the masterlist!!

[spectralmagpie]

Getting ready for a shower 💦

Spice version on my Bluesky

[retrokid616]

laudnas form of dreed

but delaha less

[konig-is-bbygrl]

Ghost is a tough nut to crack.

But once you crack him, once you get down to Simon Riley, he’s putty in your hands.

“Please, baby, please. Just let me eat it. Please honey…”

His voice is so wrecked as you hover your cunt over his mouth. Just beyond his reach.

His wrists are bound to the bed and cock is hard and angry red.

Teasing him is so much fun, because he starts to beg.

Tears gather in the corner of his stormy blue eyes, his voice high and wrecked as he pleads for you to sit on his face.

When you finally do lower yourself down onto his face, he eats you like a man starved for days.

He moans and pleads against your pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes baby… yes, grind on my mouth… yes baby… please cum on my tongue… please let me taste it…”

When you do finally cum on his mouth, he moans and growls against you in such a pleasured way, he cums just from eating you out.

Just my thoughts <3

[journen]

So, yeah. 😂 Them in 80s workout gear. I imagine they wear this to a costume party. Johnny bought the costumes and Simon had to go along with it lol.

[thanksbutno98]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley Master list (on going)

This is a Ghost x reader!wife fic. It’s a bunch of domestic fluff and angst.

Unmarried

Frostbite

Frostbite Pt. 2

Letters to Us

Take Me Home

Melody

Whipped Cream

Married

Fathers

Flour?

Flour? Pt. 2

My Love, Ghost

There’s Something in My Closet (NSFW)

Double or Nothing

Fae

What if I stayed

Crutch (NSFW)

[mushroomking1819]

I would like to clear things up about Ghost and Soap

First, Ghost sees Soap as a brother

 Second, in the military you can’t date fellow soldiers, let me repeat you CAN’T date fellow soldiers

Third, We don’t exactly know Ghost age he could be 38 or 37 those are my guess but who knows, but if am right and Ghost is 38, Soap is 26 so that would be a age difference of 12 years

Fourth, if you bring up in MW 2 ( the “newer” one ) when soap says “ Tho I think he likes to be called-“ and the Ghost says “ that’s enough “, Soap was probably going to say Ghosts real name Simon

 fifth, And if you bring up when Soap says “ I love the Ghost “ he is clearly joking

Sixth, AND if you bring up When Ghost says Jonny instead of Soap, like I said before Ghost sees Soap as a brother because of how much they been through

 Seventh,

just read this

 Eighth,  I get why people ship them I do see something but I DO NOT ship them not at all, if you look at the Games and Comics and so on you would see with knowing Ghost sees Soap as a brother very clearly.

Thanks for reading my points you can comment on anything that I miss or Reblog this I could care less but I hope this clears up some things 

[mellounir]

I'm a fool for lingering touches and stolen glances

[notagayman]

Simon's social worker made a habit of her welfare checks.

The boys always had stains on their clothes even if the laundry baskets were full, there was odd clumps in their hair, the place stunk of cigarette ash and as she'd walk around the kids would walk in front. Simon would try to block parts of the wall, and whenever she did ask him to move he'd hesitate. Sometimes the kid would even go out of his way to talk her into going to another room.

Even though the kids were scrubbed clean and the house was shuffled into something that at least resembled neat, she knew there was something wrong.

At every visit the boys mother would be missing from the house. If she ever asked about her absence Mrs Riley was either 'shopping' or 'going for a walk', one time she'd only been rewarded with a shrug. The only time she'd seen the woman was after she arrived early to the visit, and Mrs Riley was stood outside the house and smoking. She'd soon scarpered.

Mr Riley was an entirely separate issue. She rarely spoke to him, she never had felt compelled to. He hovered at every single visit, lingering to the side wherever she walked in the house. Occasionally, he'd go over to remind the kids that they had homework, or to go brush their teeth, that they had some crisps they hadn't finished eating. Once or twice he'd pulled Simon away into the hallway, gripping his back in a way that made her throat ache. He always, as she'd written down many times, did this when they were in the middle of speaking.

The house itself always felt.. rushed. Clothes were swept underneath the sofa, drawers and tables constantly shuffled with vases or pictures facing out. Most of the time she'd find holes or scratches behind whatever object was shoved in front.

The worst she'd managed to find was two small handprints behind a hastily stuck drawing. She'd never had such a sudden sink in her stomach before.

[casperagender]

i love how easy it is to tell if you're drawing ghost or not no matter the animal if you just add the mask... i am currently on a mission to draw ghost as animals and have of course started with the lovely deer..🦌 reqs would be super cool!!!

this is still a wip but i wanted to share my progress so far... who can tell i love deer...