#ghost mw2

[ghouljams]

There is nothing Ghost enjoys more than sleeping with you. Not the sex(also the sex) but actually laying down and knocking out with you held tight in his arms. It's the only way he gats any sleep these days. Feeling the rise and fall of your breath, the steady beat of your heart, he curls around you and doesn't let go. You'll wake up in the bear trap of Simon's arms, or you'll wake up to him crushing you under his weight.

Always sound asleep until you start to stir, then he's up grumbling about making tea(a silent thank you for all you don't know you've done to chase the nightmares away)

[konigsblog]

ghost takes turns fucking soap and you. he'll jerk needy!soap off while sliding into your tight holes, making out with johnny messily while you squirm and wriggle, trying to gain their attention. :(

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Y/N, standing on a chair: The floor is hating Simon! Soap: *jumps into Price's arms* Price: *climbs onto the table carrying Soap* Gaz: *lifts his feet off the floor from his chair and continues scrolling his phone* Ghost: *lies down on the floor* Y/N: NO-

[hecateslore]

☆💋

some nsfw, as always mdni

"I'm going to work," You adjusted your top, "So clean up around here." You tied your apron around you waits. Simon was laying down on your bed, hid head in the pillows. He gives you a thumbs up falling back asleep. "You're still getting me tonight?" You asked, already knowing the answer, Simon hummed and you shut your fan's light off.

At work, you finish cleaning up your station, wiping down the counter, and the barstools. Feet hurting from standing almost all night. "I'm leaving babe, have a goodnight, or morning." You're coworker Tasha chuckled, "Later." You said, putting the chairs up. When you finished, you pulled your phone out of your apron, checking the time.

"Hello," Simon answered the phone, his voice groggy with sleep. "Did you forget?" You could hear Simon groaning and grumbling incoherently, "I just woke up," He mumbled. "So are you getting me or not?" You snap, cranky and ready to get out of your work clothes. "I'm on my way." He says hanging up.

-

You sat outside on the curb waiting for Simon to come and get you. playing candy crush on your phone and looking through door-dash to see what was open. You could hear the engine roaring from down the street. Simon pulls up, his long legs at each side of the bike, "Glad you could join us." You mumbled, straddling the bike, you wrap your arms around Simon waist. The ride was short but extremely fast, surprisingly quiet for the wind blowing in your face and ears.

Once you two get to your apartment, Simon parks it in the garage, you hop off and wait for him to get his bike situated, standing with your arms crossed, "Can you hurry?" You whined, your feet still throbbing. Simon finished and you both walked up the stairs, your knees felt heavy, "My feet hurt." You mumbled while walking behind Simon. By the time you get to your front door, you're not even hungry anymore.

-

"I'm so sleepy," You said incoherently, laying in your bed waiting for Simon to lay next to you. "I can see that," He flops on your bed, running his hands on your exposed midriff. "That tickles," You giggled, "It's supposed to," Simon looks at you, dipping his head to kiss below your belly button. "You leaving?" you asked, running your hands through his over grown buzzcut. "Not tonight, or this morning." He mumbled, pulling down your pajama shorts, "Good." You lift your hips letting him pull your shorts lower and lower.

You spread your legs letting Simon's large hand rub your clothed cunt, "You've been mean to me lately." He said lowly, "How have I been mean!?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’re snappy and everything bothers you.” Simon's lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned in closer. "And you were Ignoring me when I called you, Avoiding my texts..." He teased, “Cause you only call when you need something.” You watched him trace the outline of the wet spot that was slowly growing and growing.

Simon pushed your legs farther apart, sticking his long tongue out and licking up your panties,"You know what I need now?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. You shook your head no, Simon clicked his tongue, he grabbed the band of your thong and slowly pulled it down your legs, revealing your wet slit. He licked a stripe, and hummed at your sweet arousal.You moaned softly, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you.

He gently spread your lips apart then swirled his tongue around your clit. Your hips bucked gently as he slid two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. You let out small whines of pleasure, sighing his names every time he hit that sweet spot. You reached down, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to your pussy, Simon groaning and slurpingheavily, his tongue never leaving your sensitive nub.

Your moans were getting louder and louder, But then were rudely interrupted by Simon's ringtone blaring by the side of your head. You let out a frustrated groan, Grabbing his phone a tossing it at him harshly, already knowing what was going to happen in the next few minutes. "Yeah?" Simon said clearing his throat. You slid your panties back on and walked to your bathroom, watching Simon go under your bed to pull the duffle bag out.

"You're leaving?" You leaned on the bathroom's door post, "I have to drop some stuff off." Simon said, pulling out the Armalite, inspecting it. "And I'm the mean one." You scoffed, "Don't start," Simon said, placing the gun back in the duffle bag. "You only prove my point more and more," You shake your head in shame. Simon sighs annoyed, "I'm staying at johnny's tonight." He lifts the bags and swings it over his shoulder.

"Leave my key on the counter." You ordered, Simon chucks the key at you and it falls at your feet. "Dick." You yelled watching him leave your apartment.

-

You scrubbed the bars counter, scratching the granite-if that was even possible. You head was hung all work day, Not as cheery as you usually were, which was what happened every time Simon would leave then eventually turn up again and then leave one more time.

Your shift was over and you waited for the Uber to pull up, You sat with your head in your hand, debating on whether or not to text Simon to tell him to come over, and that you didn't mean anything by what you said.

You sat in the backseat listening to the audio book your driver was listening to, something about two forbidden lovers who ran away together. It made your eyes roll even harder than they ever did. Simon still on your mind, hoping and praying he'd show up, You expected him to show up to your job like he usually did, but when he didn't it made your frown deepen even more.

You sat on the couch, the tv off, staring at your phone waiting for a message. You snatched your phone off the table, your brain still playing ping pong with the idea of calling him.

So when his line was ringing your heart pounded in your chest. "What?" Simon answered the phone, his attitude on ten. "Where are you?" You said softly, "I'm at johnny's like I told you." He said as if you were a headache. You bit at your acrylics, "Are you coming home?" You muttered, Simon sighed, "Dunno know." He replied, "Can you?" you responded wearily. "I'll see." He sighed again, hanging up.

You waited all night, there was no text message no call, nothing. You cried all night (drama!!! like girl he's gonna come back jesus christ.), You woke up with puffy eyes and dried tears in the corners. You throat was dry, you looked a mess. You got ready for work, putting loads of makeup on and fixing your hair, listening to sad love songs. You ate a quick snack (a quick quick snack !) and went on with your day.

Not one text message or call, not even a bouquet of flowers like he normally does.

[bi-writes]

ghost always gets what he wants. (18+, blood kink, dark)

right now, what he wants is sitting across the pub from him. she's smiling, swinging her legs a little as she talks to the bloke next to her. he's leaning into her space, making her laugh, buying her drinks and keeping her smiling and a little drunk. he's putting it on heavy, ghost can tell--actively listening to her, engaging in the conversation, never letting her add her drink to any tab but his own.

ghost tilts his head to the side, running his tongue over his teeth under the mask. that man wouldn't know what to do with that kind of a girl. she's all woman, soft skin, wide hips, a pair of tits he knows would feel like welcome weights between the palms of his gloved hands, pouty lips that deserved to be kissed and bitten and sliding along the length of a cock that can fill her up and choke her from the inside out.

that's what pretty girls like her deserve--to be fucked spineless, to be reduced to nothing but a teary, whimpering mess. a muppet like that would never know what to do with her, how to touch her, how to make her sing.

she's a soft thing. a pretty thing. and he wants her, so he will have her.

you exit the bathroom, a skip in your step as you shuffle outside. he said he would get a car, take you home, and you bounce on your toes as you wait by the curb, looking around the empty parking lot for your ride. but after a few minutes, you turn your head each way, and you realize no one is here, and there is no car coming.

you fully spin around when a dark figure comes out from behind the alleyway. big boots crunch the gravel underneath, and when he comes under the light of the streetlamp, you take a small step back.

the light cuts an angle over his face. you swallow, taking in the breadth of him, tilting your head to look up at him as he steps closer. his mask covers most of his face, and the eyeblack clouds his skin, but you can see the determination in his eyes. it is in the rigidness of his shoulders, the way he stands--and it is the pass of a tactical knife over his chest that you understand the danger that one person can impose.

he wipes one side of it over his dark jacket, stepping closer, until he's in your space, hovering over you. your lips part as he brings the knife down, pressing the other side of it against your throat. you tense a little as he meets your eyes, passing it over until the blood against the sharp edge wipes off, staining the skin of your neck.

he pauses when he sees the hint of a smile on your face. he narrows his eyes, expecting fear, expecting something other than the interest that sparkles in your eyes. like you are all-knowing. like you see everything he is, everything he is not, and like you know what it is he wants.

"i see you," you whisper. "all the time."

ghost sniffs, glaring, and you keep your eyes on his as he drags the knife down your chest, the tip of it moving down between your breasts.

"you're not very subtle," you finish. "quite obvious, what it is that you do...why you do it."

ghost tilts his head to the side, clicking his tongue, and you almost giggle.

"is tha' right, swee'eart?"

you nod.

"been waiting," you say softly.

"for wot?"

you smile.

"for you to make your move," you murmur. your eyes flicker down, eyeing the blood on the front of his jacket. you look up into his eyes again, pursing your lips, and ghost bites his tongue hard enough to draw blood. fuck, the same thing he sees in his dreams, it's in your fucking eyes. you're not afraid, and it angers him, repulses him, and fulfills him all the same. "hmm...you didn't approve of him?"

ghost growls, "was a right muppet. cried like a baby."

your tongue darts out, wetting your lips, and ghost follows the drag of your tongue hungrily. you are not the screaming, soft, doe-eyed little thing he thought he might like to have.

you are silent, deadly, a wolf in sheep's clothing, and he does not just want to have you. he needs you. he needs you to live under his skin. he needs to taste you, to have you flood his mouth, to chew and eat and swallow and breathe.

he would say you are his match made in heaven, but he knows this does not exist, because if it did, he wouldn't be real. and neither would you.

"ooof," you scrunch your nose. "i hate cry babies."

you almost make him laugh.

he steps closer, sliding the knife lower until it rests at the curve of your waist.

"you don't need that, you know," you whisper, and he leans in, the front of his mask brushing against your lips.

"no?"

"no," you echo, smiling wider. "if you wanna feel up my skirt, all you gotta do is ask. it'd be nice to have your name first though."

"ghost."

you giggle, "your real name, baby."

"'s ghost."

"that what you want me to say when i'm in your bed tonight?"

"who said you'll be in m'bed?"

you reach up with one hand, dragging the tip of your finger down the strong line of his jaw. he towers over you, shadows you, and the knife is sharp against your skin, but all you want is to be a little closer.

you close your eyes when you feel his hand. the tips of his gloved fingers graze the skin of your upper thighs, and you suck in a soft breath when he drags that hand up under your skirt. you put both hands on his chest as you tremble slightly, holding onto him for support as his big hand fondles one side of your ass. his fingers creep lower, and he groans audibly.

"no knickers, swee'eart?" he mutters, and you just giggle breathlessly. "how long 'av y'been waitin' for me, huh?"

you open your eyes, tilting your head back and holding back a whine when you feel his thick fingers prodding at your folds, soaking up the slick there and teasing your cunt. it's sick--you must be sick, you must be awful, you must be so dead inside, you have to be, but it's so hard to care.

you gasp when he grips your throat, forcing your eyes on his, and you hold him there.

"answer me. how long 'av y'been waitin' for me?"

you soften, smile, bare your teeth for him.

"my whole life, baby."

[tanked-up]

~~~~~~~

“Friends with benefits”

[hauntedbubbles]

That's my boys!

[bunnys-kisses]

okay, okay, okay! i know we're still on the jailhouse rock au (we will come back to this), but in the process of staring at simon's tattoos i came up with another idea.

it's the classic biker au, you met him after you cursed at him for running a red light and almost running you over. while at the time time you thought nothing of it, you see his bike in the parking lot of a grocery store and reminded of what almost happened, you take your keys and key the side of his bike.

but as you were going to put you key away, you were met face to face with the six foot two behemoth that was simon riley. the lower half of his face was obscured because of a face mask, but the sternness in his eyes made cold sweat go down your back.

"whatcha doin' there, girlie?"

you frowned at him before you said, "you almost ran me over a few days ago mister motorcyclist. you should be watching where you're driving, people use the streets too." you stood up a little straighter. it wasn't your finest moment, keying a strangers car, but the fear that raced through you when he ran that red was still fresh in your mind.

"well then." he said, then looked to his bike, "i guess i should apologize." he leaned in close to your personal space and said, "i'm sorry, but you have to look both ways, little girl." then ruffled your hair.

you felt rage build up inside of you. you actually stomped on his foot to get him away from you before you walked away. you refused to be talk down to like a little girl. this wouldn't be the last you saw of simon.

a few months later, your older neighbour was moving out to live in a long term care facility after she had a pretty bad tumble. but on moving day, you weren't expecting to see heavily tattooed men with amazing body strength move boxes into the apartment. and then you saw simon again.

he recognized you and smiled under his face mask, "well. if it isn't the girl who keyed my bike."

"well, if it isn't the man who tried to kill me." you replied. you would've never guessed that you'd soon up in simon's bed with him holding your legs open as he thrusted up inside of you.

"that's a good girl, we could've done this instead of you ruinin' my bike." he purred as he gripped your thighs. the muscle under his palms riled him up.

"shut up and fuck me you idiot." you groaned as you clutched onto the pillow under your head. your heart was racing as you felt his cock deep inside of you. you wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, but you were too busy feeling his cock in your throat.

"anything for you, love. you just lie there and let me take care of everything." he chuckled lowly.

eventually you two would make amends, even become lovers. one day you'd be mrs. simon riley. but not at that moment, at that moment you wanted to make sure that he didn't feel like he won this battle. <3

thoughts? feelings? want more?

[prettyoatmeal]

Having brain rot rn and thinking about grabbing onto Simon’s love handles.

Giving him a taste of his own medicine as he’s done to you so many times - reaching out to that softer part of his waist and pulling him back into you.

Just can’t help yourself when he’s right there, all that man in front of you. All that soft, luscious pudge that’s accumulated along his waistline that’s just waiting to be grabbed onto.

Sure it’s a little awkward because of how massive he is, but putting a few kisses on his back saves the moment.

[vampyre-boyfriend]

Ghost:"Damn, you tried sending your husband to his death. That shits cold"

Farah:"but he lived. What's your excuse?"

Ghost:

Farah:"Did you give Soap the orders to die? No? But he's still fucking dead."

Ghost:

Alex:"damn my wife is hot."

Gaz:"she's verbally torturing our teammate, control yourself."

[ghouljams]

Ok... hear me out... Fallout au, yeah? Former Vault dweller Ghost, probably from a failed vault 75 clone where they were trying to create perfect soldiers, who managed to claw his way to the surface after things broke bad in the vault, only to be hit with a stimpak that wasn't really a stimpak and turned into a ghoul. He takes it in stride, Ghost is a soldier through and through his mission was to escape and now he's out. He can handle some cosmetic changes, especially when they're easily hidden with a mask. He tends to keep to himself, too volatile to interact with the general population and wandering from settlement to settlement looking for anyone else that's escaped the vaults.

Everyone knows better than to bother him, than to even talk to him, the skull wards off anyone stupid enough to think otherwise. He doesn't say much, doesn't have to, but he pays the girls he rents well and they always come back for more. Just make sure you don't try to take more than he's agreed to. You don't need to know how Ghost earns his caps, but the blood soaking his boots while you stare down the barrel of his gun feels like a guarantee. He won't be taken advantage of again, long gone is the hopeful vault dweller eager to see the sky. Ghost is a one man raid, he's the new world's boogey man, and you're quick to take your hand out of his purse.

[miserycanary]

I imagine Simon’s the kind of guy to flex his biceps and let his kids hang from it.

[hecateslore]

☆💋

pt.1 & pt.2

mdni.

"Come and get your things." You hung up the phone. Slamming your screen on your countertops, tired of waiting for him to apologize or to come back, waiting for him to return your calls.

Simon opened your front door, his clothes and duffle bags that were hidden around your apartment on display in front of him. "Get it out of here." You kicked the last bag and it slid over near the others.

"I told you I would see," His voice was filled with annoyance, "My fucking God." He muttered, bending down to check the condition of the guns. "I have another bag around here." Simon said standing to his full height. "You don't." You crossed your arms, imitating a wall made of stone.

"Move, or I'll move you." He said calmly not breaking eye contact, " Try it and see what happens." You narrowed your eyes, Simon sighed, "Don't be difficult." Simon's calm demeanor slipping as you became more and more stubborn, "Take what's here and leave." You commanded, Simon's lips kissed his teeth.

"You're impossible." He scoffed, "You're a liar and a loser." You bit. Simon only nodded, "A loser who bought almost your whole outfit." He rolled his eyes at the low rise jeans you had on, your stomach and lower back seen from your tight and very low cut blouse.

"You left when we were about to have sex!" You shouted, "Because of work!" He exclaimed. You pout your glossed lips, Simon let out a big sigh, "What?" He exasperated watching your eyes water, "You're being a dick." You whinged.

"Here we go.." Simon huffed, "Don't here we go, me." You huffed, "You're the one who left me with my pants down"

"It wasn't on purpose," Simon interrupted. "It doesn't matter!" You snapped, "Just get this shit out of my house." You motioned to the mess of bags and clothes. "I'm leaving and when I come back you and this better be gone."

Simon with his arms crossed in the door way, his eyes watching your figure move past him and walk out of the door.

-

When you come back the bags are gone from where you put them, Your stomach drops and a frown begins to form on your face.

Did he really just leave... That quickly?

That was your train of thought until the giant mans head perked up from the couch, Some relief set in, "Why're you here." You said immediately. "Dunno." He shrugged flopping back down. "Are your things gone?" You interrogated him.

"I'll leave." He said casually knowing he wasn't going anywhere in the next coming days. You bit your tongue, "where'd you go?" He said from the couch. "I went out." You murmured taking steps closer and closer to the couch.

"Out hm?" Simon sat up, spreading his big legs wide. "That's nice out attire." he cocked a brow. You took a set next to him on the couch, staring straight ahead at the tv. "Any guy's hit on you?" His fingers danced on the hem of blouse, You snapped your head to look at him.

"Mind your business." You spat, Simon only smirked at your response, "I don't want to." He widened his legs, "You still mad?" His large hand found your leg, giving it a squeeze, "Leave me alone." You mumbled, "Why?" He whined playfully, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. His hand on your chin while he placed big sloppy kisses on your cheek to annoy you.

Those sloppy kisses eventually stopped and turned into a slow and sensual make-out session on the couch. Simon's t-shirt laid on the floor next to your while he ran his hands up and down your bare sides, pulling back sometimes to cup your breasts through your bra.

Simon pulled it down exposing your hardened nipples, then took one into his mouth. Moaning at the taste of your salty skin, You let out a small whine at the feeling out his hot mouth on your chest.

You pushed his head away softly, getting up to pull your jeans and underwear off. Unclasping your bra quickly, you straddled his clothed groin, grinding down on him.

You moaned softly, Simon eyes never leaving your breast bouncing up and down with each thrust of your hips. You bit your lip trying to suppress the moans that slipped past your teeth.

"take these off. " You whined into his mouth. Your lips hot and wet with yours and his saliva. You pulled the belt loop of his jeans, yanking it down. "You're gonna rip them." Simon heeded, chuckling at your sexual frustration. His pants came off teasingly slow, making you whine even more.

Both of you are naked on your couch, grinding into each other, breathing into each others mouths. Simon's deep moans are heard throughout your apartment.

Once he's finally over you two grabbing at one another, He grabs the bottom of your thighs and places you on the couch. His knee's on your hardwood floors while his head lowers to your pussy.

He lapped at your clit, sucking it and humming, making your cunt vibrate. You grabbed his hair, now over grown since the time you two spent apart. You moaned out his name, practically drooling at the sight of his brown eyes looking up at you. His crooked nose covered in your arousal.

Once he's finished, he runs his cock up and down your slit. The tip bumped against your clit making your body shiver with excitement. Simon slid his cock in nice and slow, teasing you with every inch.

His eyes dead on yours while, you force them open, but the pleasure was too much. You sighed at the feeling of him finally filling since what felt like forever. "Feel good?" He said smug, smirking at the sight of you panting and coming undone beneath him.

"I know it feels so good." He cooed, watching your eyes close, and you mouth fall slack. He pounded into your fast and harsh. His thrust deep and hard. Your moans were high pitched each time he fucked into you. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you, catching his mouth in a messy wet kiss.

"Cum inside me," You begged, desperate for all of him, "please Simon." You whined again, your gloss all over your chin and your eye makeup smudged into your inner corners. Simon grunted into your ear, his head hung between your neck and shoulder. You kept on and on until you came on his cock and Simon reluctantly said no, forcing himself to pull out and empty his load onto your stomach.

"Are you staying?" You asked softly, while Simon rubbed your lower back, "Just for one day." He reached up and rubbed your cheek, "Why not more," You pressed, "You know why." Simon sighed, knowing where the conversation would lead to. "You can't say no?"

"You have me for a whole day," Simon tried to cheer you up, "I want you for the whole week," You push harder. "Drop it." Simon deadpanned. You bit your tongue, resting your head on his chest, still not over the events that took place.

[crestapex]

Ghost: Bloody hell, I lost my pen.

Y/N: You can borrow mine?

Ghost: Thanks.

Soap: I lost something once.

[bressynonym]

prime cuts 🥩🔪

[emryaxar935]

Ghost x Fem!Reader

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"Look its not my fault he has his issues." You sigh. Price had called you out for having problems during missions. But the thing is its not your fault. Ghost keeps nagging you the whole time and even after that he's bitching about your position.

He was your Lieutenant so you had no choice but to deal with his shit 24/7 no matter how much you wanted to back hand him as he sat judgingly next to you during a sniper mission... You weren't about to just throw away your military placement because of him.

"I know... Just try to shrug it off the best you can. But don't ignore him! He's still your Lieutenant."

Price warned you now letting you take your leave back to the shooting range.

You entered grabbing your sniper and reloaded it. You had to practice. Maybe he'd get off your back if you pleased him enough with some improvement.

Now steadying the sniper you aimed to one of the farthest targets and fired hitting the human shaped target in the collar bone.

"Eh could be better..."

"That's something we can agree on." A deep British accent sounded from not to far behind you.

You rolled your eyes and refocus your sniper again on the target. Before you could shoot however a large hand pushed down the front of your sniper.

"Your position is bad."

You've had enough of his shit. Couldn't he just let you improve in peace?

"Ugh you know what?! I don't have to put up with your bullshit!"

You turned around swiftly and wacked him with your sniper as if it was a baseball bat. He stumbled back allowing you to slip past him to leave the range.

"God you are so insufferable!" You yelled as you busted through the iron door to the range and walked out.

Ghost was somewhat shook by your outburst. It wasn't the pain in his head from the collision with your sniper. It was the fact this had never happened before. You never yelled at him not once. You were usually quiet aside from an occasional huff of annoyance and snarky comment. But this was different you had reacted violently to his criticism.

"Hey uh saw a pissed lookin (Y/N) walking away from here... What happened?" Price asked leaning on the wood rail support next to Ghost.

"I said she had poor positioning with her sniper..."

Price knew there was more seeing him holding his head.

"And?"

"And... She hit me with her sniper..."

Price sighed sharply shaking his head.

"You two and your constant battles and bickering. Give her some space for now we have a mission tomorrow and I don't need my Lieutenant getting a concussion before hand."

Price stood up straight and walked away.

"Yes sir..."

You and Ghost didn't talk for the rest of the night. Getting ready for the day ahead you weren't excited to face him again. You were actually kinda scared. What would he do when you were face to face again? Would he get payback? He's probably pissed at you... There was nothing to do but shake the thought away as you layed down and stared at the ceiling. After a while of thinking things over of the days events you finally fall asleep not so thrilled to work beside Ghost tomorrow.

You woke up still feeling tired you didn't remember how long into the night you fell asleep, but to the feel of it you had at least 2 hours of sleep max. You groaned as you sat up.

"Time to face Ghost..."

Getting your mission gear on you head out to meet with the others at the planning table. Outside the room door you can hear Soap and Ghost were already in there. Great you thought putting your head down on the way in. You didn't want to make much contact with him at the moment so you keep your distance and sat in the corner as you waited for the others.

"Oh hey (Y/N) didn't notice you came in your very quiet." Soap greeted you from the other side of the room next to Ghost. That had made Ghost aware of your presence now.

"Yeah hi Soap." You looked up to Soap for a second before looking away again not wanting to make eye contact with Ghost who seemingly stared at you. What is his deal with staring at you?!

Finally your saving grace that took Ghosts piercing eyes of you was Price and Gaz finally showing up to the party. You got up to join them listening in to Price as he explained your positions.

"Alright and (Y/N) you'll be sniping with ghost over on this building got it?" Ghost nods along but you, you were annoyed.

"Why can't I be on the ground this time? Put Soap up on the roof with his boyfriend." Your words laced with hate as you turned to glare at Ghost.

"He's not my boyfriend." Ghost barked back with that iconic deep and threatening voice of his.

Soap laughed awkwardly in the tension you caused.

You all exited the planning room heading to the chopper. You, Soap and Ghost were the only ones on this mission Price and Gaz would be monitoring from base tonight. Getting settled in you sat between both of the men as the chopper took off.

"You put them on the roof together on purpose didn't you?" Gaz commented looking over to a defeated looking Price.

"Yes I did... They have to learn to put aside their differences and work together." He sighs heading back to the planning room with Gaz.

You had all gotten to your positions after drop off. Setting up your snipers you and Ghost sat beside each other silently. Though you could feel his eyes on you the whole time.

"Is there something you need Lieutenant?" He didn't say anything for a little bit.

"(Y/N)?"

"What?!" You snap at him.

"Look Im sorry ok. I know your mad and I get it Im an asshole..." He looked away. "I don't say the things I do to annoy you. I do it so you are safe."

You turn your attention to him confused by what he meant. He looks up at you making eye contact as he explains. "I just don't want you to make mistakes here... This stuff is serious and you could get hurt.. Or worse and we can't afford to lose ya... You know?"

You had never see this look in his eyes before he looked lost. He wasn't normally so fragile seeming, always tough and hard with expressing much especially because you cant really see his face.

"You matter a lot to this team. A lot more than you think really... You matter to me too. Im sorry I upset you but Im willing to improve on my communication with you... If you'll let me?" You stare into his eyes for a second realizing how he is feeling right now you could see it.He does mean what he says. You drop your sniper sliding over to give him a little hug. He flinched not expecting it but accepted it anyway hugging you back.

"Alright Ill try to get along better. And uh sorry for hitting you with the sniper yesterday..." You giggle nervously as you sit infront of him." It fine. I had it coming for a while now... So we ok now? Or are you still mad?"

"Oh I'm still a bit mad but if you can prove to treat me better Ill possibly think about forgiving you." You punch his shoulder playfully giving him a genuine smile. You could tell he was smiling to because of how the corners of his eyes creased slightly.

"Aw you two are adorable." Soap chimed through your guy's ear pieces.Ghosts eyes widened then turned to slightly angry.

"Shut it MacTavish"

Soap laughed on the other end and made some more mockery of Ghost as the day continued. Back in the fight again you and Ghost took out some reinforcements of the enemy that tried to get to Soap. Ghost left you alone this time focusing on the targets more.

Soon after Soap emerged from the building carrying a bag that would have our next hit as to what our next mission would be. Going down the buildings fire escape you run to get to the chopper once more along with Soap to return to base and celebrate a successful mission.

You had all decided to go to the bar for some drinks to wind down.

Arriving you at it to together at a big booth and talk amongst one another laughing at occasional jokes about training with rookies.

It had been a while into the time you've been there that you lost count of how much you drank you definitely felt woozy though enough so that the others noticed.

"Had a bit much there did ya?" Ghost laughed pushing your glass away from you.

"Should take her back to base. She's lookin a bit out of it at the moment." The others nodded watching Ghost get up pulling you with him.

"Ill be back... Or not depends on if Im willing to stay up any longer."

He lifted you up into his arms and left as you were close to passing out from exhaustion.

Ghost set you down on your bed and helped take your vest and boots off so you weren't uncomfortable.

As he undid your vest you had put your arms around his neck pulling him into a strange hug.

"Uhh (Y/N) Im trying to get this vest off... You mind?"

He tried to pull away but you held onto him, stuck as if you were glued to him.

Ghost stops and allows you to hug him as he sits down next to you.

"Do you hate me?" You mumble into his shirt.

Ghost finally detaches your arms and pulls you up onto his lap. "No I don't hate you at all. I am actually quite fond of you." You smile softly pleased with his reply. "Your not going to let me leave are you? "You shook your head and moved your right hand to tug on the bottom of his mask. "(Y/N) you know Im not going to take it off right?"

You frown and stop hugging him and look down at your lap. He looks at you not understanding why it upsets you so much but he wanted to make you happy in some way.

"Only half way ok?"

Looking up you smile again as he pulls his mask up onto the bridge of his nose.

"Happy?"

You nod quickly taking in the features of what you could see. Ghost closed his eyes for a second. He was tired and wanted to sleep. He felt pressure against his forehead and opened his eyes slightly to see you close resting your forehead against his.

You moved closer. Ghost wasn't sure what to do. Did he want to push you away? Or did he want you closer? Ghost thought for a moment then accepted it pulling you against him as he leaned backwards onto the wall. He hadn't been offered this kind of affection before and wanted to know what it felt like.

Ghost closed the space between you two. He was gentle as he kissed you. Rubbing your back softly before pulling away. Ghost liked you and all but didn't want to get carried away. You were tipsy at the time and knows it would be wrong if he kept going. Resting your head on his shoulder you fall asleep in his arms.

"I guess I'm stuck here for the night."

Ghost smiles pulling his mask back down and puts his head on yours as he to falls asleep.