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

Logan walker:

He’s a soldier boy before he’s a man.

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

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

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

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

“Better?”

Always watching, always remembering.

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

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

A Homebody When He’s With You

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

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

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

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

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

Wakes up early and lets you sleep.

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

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

“How did I get this lucky?”

Lowkey Physical Affection

Rarely initiates in public, but…

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

Loves being near you in silence.

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

His kisses are firm, slow, and rare.

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

Protective but Calm

Never panics — but he notices everything.

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

Keeps one ear open at night, always.

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

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

Love Through Routine

Never forgets dates.

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

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

Has a drawer at your place.

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

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

Leaves notes when he can’t say goodbye.

Folded post-it stuck to the fridge:

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

Always signed off with just: –L.

Quiet, Gentle Jealousy

Never aggressive. Just observant.

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

“something wrong fella?”

He is ready to throw hands.

When He’s Hurt (Physically or Emotionally)

He’s terrible at letting you help him.

Will absolutely downplay a wound.

“It’s nothing. Just scratched.”

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

“…you’re too good to me.”

Emotional pain? Comes out in subtle ways.

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

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

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

“You keep me grounded.”

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

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

Hesh walker:

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

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

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

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

This is love for him.

His Love Language Is Reliability

He never makes promises lightly.

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

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

That makes you slightly feeling tickled.

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

Protective, But Never Overbearing

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

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

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

“Hey, baby. Ready to head out?”

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

Carries a photo of you tucked into a side pouch.

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

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

Casual Domestic Stuff that Feels Like Forever

He shaves in the bathroom with the door open

He always leaves something of his behind when he leaves.

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

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

He Remembers Everything You Say

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

“You said these were gold, right?”

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

"I'm not gonna go anywhere tonight"

Warm Physical Affection

Resting his forehead against yours.

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

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

Calls you things like:

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

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

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

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

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

Keegan p. russ

What Love Looks Like With Keegan.

He’s the kind of man who stays.

Through hell, through silence, through fear.

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t need comfort. He needs you.

When He’s Sick or Injured

He will 100% downplay injuries.

“It’s nothing.”

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

“Don't have to.”

But when you’re sick?

Cold exterior drops a bit.

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

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

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

Everyday Moments Where You Feel His Care

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

Simple messages:

“Yeah.”

“Be back soon.”

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

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

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

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

When you’re stressed?

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

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

No scenes. No words. Just closer.

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

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

You just hear the words,

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

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

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

“Are you okay? Tell me right now.”

Physical Affection That Comes Slow but Meaningful

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keegan is not touchy or loud about love.

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

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

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

How he always walks you to your door.

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

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

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

Thomas Merrick

WE ARE WILDING HERE

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carrying your bags without saying a word.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Calm. Cold. Final.

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

“I don’t trust easy. You know that.”

If You're Sick or Hurt

Wraps his whole day around taking care of you.

Brings water.

Keeps your meds on a schedule.

Reads labels twice.

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

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

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

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

And then he’ll just say:

“He didn’t deserve to go like that.”

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

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

Next week, it’s in your hands.

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

He smells like cedar, gunpowder, and soap.

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

His hugs are solid. Full-body. Protective.

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

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

“See you soon, sweetheart.”

Kick

Ok straight ti flirting.

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

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

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

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

Quietly restocks the things you always forget

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

Smart-Mouth with a Soft Spot man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You send him selfies?

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

His excuse?

“Motivation. Don’t judge my methods.”

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

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

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

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

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

But when you’re overwhelmed or low?

He’s instantly serious.

Just leans in and asks, quietly,

“Alright, what do you need from me?”

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

Pulls you into bed face-first.

Buries his face in your neck.

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

Submissive? Yeah, lowkey.

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

“Told you — I got the best taste.”

You initiate anything romantic or physical?

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

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

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

The voice notes always end with a mumbled:

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

When he’s sick?

He’s dramatic. Whiny.

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

But when you’re sick?

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

Teaches you about tech if you're interested.

Gets overly excited explaining it.

Lets you solder something and says:

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

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

[kortac-sweetheart]

thinkin abt: classic “traitor” sergeant you and tf 141, except you have a different trauma response

cw: angst no comfort (yet), mentions of torture and physical harm, derealization, reader believes they deserve their torture (honestly selfship coded sorry) shout out to hedgehog’s dilemma one of my favorite dilemmas, very VERY canon divergent, no use of (y/n)

pt 2 with kortac maybe? as they slowly rehabilitate you and you learn to open up again

for as long as you can remember you’ve been an outsider. never quite fitting in with your classmates or even your “friends”. your two acquaintances (more like) in elementary school would drag you along, like a glorified pet, wherever they went. only to turn around and ignore you, chatting happily with each other as if you weren’t there.

and when you were older, you didn’t have any friends in class. always electing to sit by yourself and disturbing nothing and no one. fading into the background, like a shadow.

eventually you wind up joining the military, efficiently climbing the ranks until you land sergeant in task force 141. for the first few years of you joining, it’s much the same. that feeling of being other always lingering in the back of your mind, only amplified when observing the others in the team.

how soap easily makes gaz and price laugh, and even coaxing a chuckle out of ghost. how effortlessly they talk to each other, to the way tackling one another in a bear hug in the base halls was no big deal. almost envious at how openly they interacted with each other.

witnessing it makes you feel like you’re in school again. forcibly reverts you to the younger you that endured your so-called friends ignoring you.

but you don’t bring it up. ever. being here and fighting alongside them is already treading thin ice in your mind. already impeding upon their well established relationships. an intruder. an outsider. a stranger. a nuisance.

you linger behind them in hallways, erring from their side and sight around base. sitting far from the others during briefings, eating alone during mealtime. absent from post mission celebrations.

you keep them at arms length despite them being your teammates. it’s not their fault, it’s yours.

if i let them in, it’ll only hurt again.

but they break down your walls slowly, oh so painfully slowly. johnny now jokes besides you in the break room and during meal times, conversation is always pleasant with kyle, whilst simon looks out for you, very, very quietly. and john isn’t afraid to tell you of the good work you do on field, ruffling your hair like a proud dad.

things seem to be looking bright for you.

until they aren’t.

you fall asleep peacefully in your bed only to wake up strapped to an uncomfortable metal chair in the base’s interrogation room. a mole, unbeknownst to the rest of the team had planted evidence framing you and accusing you of betraying them. taking advantage of the thin fault line in your relationships, vulnerable and unsteady, compared to the stalwart trust they already had in each other. then, subsequently tearing that fault wide open, in order to break the team from the inside out.

your tenuous and fragile relationships finally blooming, only to be crushed under heel in a single night.

the light strains your eyes and the tight ropes dig painfully into your flesh, back aching and head throbbing as you await your fate.

three sets of eyes that only started to gaze warmly at you are now long gone. replaced with a plethora of emotions, betrayal, ire, resentment, bitterness, distrust.

you try to plead your case, that you have no idea what’s going on or what they’re talking about. you’ve never heard of any of these people in your life, nor have you ever heard of that operation at all.

but all of it is futile. you can see it clear as day in their eyes. they glare at you with such distain, it’s akin to what they gave their enemies on the field; except much much worse. this time it’s personal, someone they thought they knew.

they don’t believe you.

you realize that quickly. and after that you become borderline unresponsive. shutting down, physically, mentally, retreating into your mind, a desperate attempt to keep yourself safe from your allies-turned-tormentors.

you no longer scream your protests, all cries of agony quieted down until there wasn’t a single peep from you. although your tears never cease.

it angers them. they yell in your face, demanding answers to questions you haven’t the ability to answer. why were you being so difficult? if you’d just answer it’d be easier on you and them.

they subject you to a whole torrent of horrors. the restraints tightening and digging into your flesh, blood seeping into the rope. ghost slashes a knife up the side of your face, from your jaw to above your eyebrow bone. your eye just barely making it out unscathed because you shut it in time. then they start to rip your nails out, painfully, one by one. each time you don’t answer them, another one is torn out.

(they remember what you said offhandedly. that you didn’t like others being pushy, that you valued your autonomy highly. and what better way to break you than to rid you of it? stripping you of your nails, slashing at your muscles, tightening the ropes until you bled. anything, everything to ruin what little sovereignty you had left.)

despite being swathed deep in the recesses of your mind, you can still hear them. their voices muddied and muffled, as if underwater and you’re left unable to discern who’s words are who’s. not that it mattered anyway. the venom in their tone remained the same no matter who spoke.

“disgusting fucking traitor.”

“you’re such a pathetic piece of shit.”

“aww, cry some more.”

“should’ve never trusted you.”

“what an utterly worthless burden. only served to drag down the team.”

their words seep into your mind like poison through blood. it leaves you doubting, frantically questioning all moments you’ve shared with them. leaves you spiraling deeper and deeper into the dark abyss of your mind. your safe haven, and your cold prison.

did they always think this?

did they always hate me?

what did i do wrong?

i must’ve done something wrong to deserve this.

i deserve this.

i’m sorry.

i’m sorry.

i’m sorry.

i’m sorry.

i’m sorry.

i’m sorry.

i’m sorry.

i’m sorry.

i’m sorry.

i’m sorry.

you still remain motionless, and they scoff, looking down at you as they ash their cigarettes on your bruised skin. you don’t react. soap, frenzied, aggravated and wound up, lands a hard punch straight in your jaw. your head flying back with a sickening crunch before hanging low over your lap, face obscured.

gaz violently yanks your hair back, revealing your battered face. the lighting of the room casting long, tired shadows across it as he forces you to look at them. and you do, but not quite at them.

you don’t stare at them. you stare through them. like they aren’t there, like YOU aren’t there. they see nothing behind your eyes. it was like you were already dead. and maybe, at this point, it would’ve been better if you were.

hours blend into days and days possibly into weeks. your life has been nothing but torment and agony for who knows how long. never allowed a moment of rest or respite, being violently slapped awake if you’ve ever got lucky enough to grasp at increasingly ephemeral shut eye. time slips away into nothingness when your whole life has turned to pain.

they’re starting to grow more desperate for answers; despite everything they’ve thrown at you, you still haven’t “cracked”. and so they turn to more.. permanent methods of harm.

by the time price barges through the door, alarming everyone that you were innocent and you were falsely framed by a mole, your pinky is already severed and falling to the floor.

as if it were only a cruel nightmare, everything ceases immediately. and you pass out as you’re rushed to the base medics.

you’re awake once again, but you’re not quite all there. still safely tucked away in the depths of your mind. everyday is still a blur as your battered and beaten body tries to heal, ignoring the pity in passersby eyes’ and forced to rely on the kindness of base medics for hygiene. as if it wasn’t humiliating enough to end up in such a state.

even in your semi lucid state you still recognize them, the weight of their gait and their footfalls against the floor. always bracing for further injury whenever they draw nearer, clenched eyes, hunched posture, and a deep grimace. turned away out of fear for an impact you can’t ever guarantee is truly gone.

you silently reject their help, withdraw in on yourself to a state they’ve never seen before. you stop talking to them entirely, stop talking to everyone for that matter. whenever they try to sit next to you, you always flinch before scooting away from them, or most times you hobble away from them entirely. they never stop you. and you never look back.

(they wish you would yell at them. slap them, lash out at them, anything would be better than your numb indifference towards them now. with your anger they know for sure that you’re still in there, but, now. now it’s like a wraith is haunting the halls, more of a ghost than the man fool himself could ever hope to be.)

you return to the field as soon as you can. and everyone is surprised that your performance hasn’t suffered as much as they thought it would, considering… everything.

you’re already burdening everyone enough. if your performance were to decline then they would surely toss you aside, and everything would be for naught.

but the higher ups can see the mental toll it takes on you. to be besides them, as if this never happened. everyone can see the way they inadvertently hurt you more, can see the writing on the wall if you continue to work with them.

and so, they set up a transfer. to kortac.

you certainly have no complaints, but your ex-tormentors undoubtedly do. up in arms about the whole thing until they’re told to stand down. to follow orders.

just like they did before.

things were the same in the days leading up to the transfer. you avoid them, taking different hallways around base. never interacting more than the bare minimum, efficiently finishing missions without small talk or celebration. and always rejecting their offers of help with a faraway look and shake of your head.

and on the day of the transfer, they still try to plead for you to stay. to apologize for what cannot, and can never be undone.

you’re fed up with all of it.

clearing your throat and murmuring just loud enough for them to hear,

“forgive me if i’m speaking out of line, but who was the one to call me quote, “an utterly worthless burden?” was it lieutenant riley or sergeant mactavish? perhaps it was sergeant garrick? well… it doesn’t matter anyway. you’ll be better off without a detriment dragging down your team.”

they look heartbroken, stammering out apologies after apologies, but it all sounds so empty to you. until johnny whimpers out “god, we’re so sorry. you didn’t deserve what we did to you, not at all. we’d— we’d do anything to take it back!” he’d go on and on until you cut him off.

“didn’t deserve it? of course i deserved it, i must have done something worth punishing. otherwise… otherwise…” you were trembling, your hands painfully clutching your arms. your head bent over and face obscured from your hair, eerily similar to when you were being tortured. the sight of you so battered and broken burned into their mind.

foolishly, someone reaches out a hand towards you and you jerk back violently, as if burned. hyperventilating and quivering as you dig your painfully throbbing fingers into your arms, eyes wide like a frightened animal. the sight of them, looking at you so concerned, the sight of your missing pinky and your bloodied fingertips, it’s all too much. the room in spinning, the floor is collapsing underneath you and your head feels like it’s underwater, “don’t— don’t touch me!”

your voice feels like it doesn’t belong to you, and you can’t take it anymore. blindly rushing out the door as fast as your feet can carry you. running away from the room— away from them, they don’t move to stop you, rooted firmly in place.

they knew they fucked up immensely, but it was only then that they understood the magnitude in which they ruined you. unintentionally led you to believe that you deserved the hell they put you through, only confirming and fortifying your feelings of being an outsider.

unworthy, burdening, all of those hurtful notions you held about yourself that they had once tried to erase, back a thousand fold.

and they had no one but themselves to blame for it.

(they nearly buckled under the weight of their actions. realizing that they’d never get the chance to even attempt to atone for what they’ve done. that you’d leave forever believing that they had hated you the whole time. and that you hate them now, too.)

pt2

[machveil]

I’m not saying I’m right, but—

I do think John Price, whether he’s your boyfriend or husband, likes to pretend to “meet you for the first time” at a bar or restaurant of your choice. it’s just a little bit of roleplay, you arriving before him. it gets his heart beating and butterflies swirling in his stomach when he walks in and sees you sitting pretty. puts on a charming smile and sidles up to you, offering to buy you a drink. “What’s a pretty bird doin’ all alone?”, voice low and smooth as he speaks, cradling his drink in one hand, the soft clink of ice against glass, “Got someone waiting for you at home?”

he likes it when you break character, soft laughter spilling from your lips as he flirts, “Did I say somethin’ funny, doll?”. as much as he wants to laugh with you, he plays his part to a fault. he doesn’t know you after all, but he’d love to talk to you. uses it as an opportunity to get information out of you, “Mmh, lovely outfit. Tha’ from your favorite brand? Is it? Looking at anything else from ‘em?”, taking mental notes of your answers. he finds himself a little distracted, crow’s feet more pronounced as he smiles, gaze soft as he listens to you talk, nodding along and asking little questions as you go. he offers to pay for your dinner, amused when you playfully decline, delighted when you give in with a, “If you insist.”. asks if you want dessert before the check comes, a deep, rumbling chuckle in his chest when you say he can have dessert back at your place, “Well, how can I say no to that?”

[niccolites]

is possessed by an evil spirit for a moment and i can only think abt brother's best friend soap (heavily inspired by @ceilidho's ask here)

Idk man something about soap having always been a little bit weird with u. he's been friends with ur brother for years, back to when you were teenagers. He's only a year older but you felt the gulf of that gap, exaggerated when he shot up, puberty like a tool he used just to tower over u and make u uncomfortable

Growing up with him as a perpetual shadow, always a little bit too close, always a little bit too intense. Your parents shrug it off when u complain about it, telling u that he just likes u and u could be nicer to him about it, poor guy. Ur brother calls u stuck up when u snub soap, hissing at u to stop embarrassing him when ur rude when johnny tries to give u his seat on the couch where they're playing on their console

only you know that he's only offering u a seat so that he can press in close, a hulking mass in the corner of your eye as hot breath hits the side of ur face while he tries to look down ur shirt. constantly trying to dodge his grabby hands that grip ur exposed thighs or smooth over ur hips - pupils blown out when his hands swallow up the expanse of your skin

u snap at one point and tell him that he disgusts u, that ur not into him at all. he goes red in the face, growling that you've been leading him on, that ur playing games with his head (he is assuming u wearing a blue bra after he yanked ur turtleneck up was to match his eyes, even tho he shouldn't have seen it in the first place)

u end up with ur panties around ur knees as he forces u to stroke his cock, panting into ur throat as u 'make apologies' to him. he forgives u btw, he knows that u have to act this way, that ur brother would kill him if he knew. makes it seem like ur partners in crime, in this together even with his hand manacled around ur wrist to stroke him off

it gets worse after he enlists, and u don't see him for weeks or months. he gets pent up, barely putting a show on for everyone before he's dragging u off slick mouth on urs until there's spittle dribbling down ur chin, whining for u to please let him see his pretty girl (he's talking abt ur pussy), already 2 knuckles deep so ur wondering why he's even asking in the first place

and now he's a hero to everyone else. stuck in the bind of him being the in-love teenager to the kind-hearted man that is risking his life for everyone, do you have to be so cruel to him?

u wonder why, face pressed into the pillows of ur childhood bedroom as he hikes ur ass into the air to rut into u hard and fast

u do what u always do, hissing and spitting at him until he finally gets his way and ur back bows as he barely pauses through ur orgasm as he chases his own. he knows that u have to put the show on, lovey, but he's waiting in the backwing for u. partners in crime right?

[amie-777]

the time has arrived that i write for domesticated Simon

TW: mentions of cutting/dieting (loosing weight)

MDNI

That man has a buzz. It is convenient; no waiting 'till his hair is dry after a shower; easy styled in the mornings; and he looks slutty.

Already stretching the army regulations with his mask, he is required to have his facial hair shaved. Cut down to his skin, so you help him shave it. Every time Price calls, it's trimming time.

You straddle his lap in the bathroom, bent over his jaw to reach the small stubbles. This is what he earns himself; time with you right before getting deployed.

On the mission there are usually long waiting hours, spent eating awful food or playing cards with the cheater Kyle or he'll remember you; how your hair tickled his ear, how your fingers stretched his skin to reach stubborn hair. How you massage some cream into his scarred cheeks and how you press a kiss to his temple climbing down from him.

He honors it. If he were to die out here, he would at least have something to hold onto. Smelling the remnants of your scent, feeling your nimble fingers on his skin.

Ghost's muscles sit heavy on his bones. Meant to fuel him, lift him and his teammates. An absolute beast out in the field. But can’t resist his sweet tooth, whatever you bake and cook, he devours it.

Imagine him having to cut back some weight before a deployment, it's better for his safety to put on a bit more strength. So as a good girlfriend wife you suffer with Simon.

No cookies, icecream, crisps anything. You two mealprep and up your protein, eat loads of veggies and throw longing glances at the chocolate.

It is late at night, when you awake. Patting the cold space besides your side of the bed to confirm that Simon once again is out of bed. Hearing the crustles from the kitchen you go to investigate, finding Simon stuffing his face with his favorite crisps. There is chocolate sauce stuck to his lips and the folded carboard box of cereals lies guilty on the counter.

Stemming your hands at your waist and staring at him.

"I's no' wha' i' looks like, luv."

“Maybe we have to incorporate a balanced diet.” You chuckle and join him eating.

When Simon returns from deployment everything is too loud. It is why you unplug the lamp on your nightstand (it buzzes) and you lower the volume of the TV. You let in fresh air and don't wash the sheets. Lay out some clothes and prepare a light meal.

He comes through the door and it is like everytime. He is in shabbles, duct tape holding him together. Nicks on his body and blood seeping from the holes. There is gun greese residue on his hands, MRE’s stuck behind his molars and that awful grainy granola bar from Soap in his pocket, pokes his thigh. Suddenly he is there, standing in the doorway. “Luv.” You let him arrive, let him take off his muddy shoes and let him drop the bags by the door.

You massage the eyeblack away; use a make up removal that doesn't trigger his sensitive skin, and you wash him under the warm shower. Cup a hand to collect the water and rinse off the longer hair, careful not to let it drip onto his face. For the new wounds you apply a wound healing cream that doesn't sting his nose. Turn him so he doesn’t see himself in the mirror, help him dress.

And then you let him rest, as long as he needs to.

Simon felt worthless being this craddled. But he has been fighting for far too long, and it feels so good to nuzzle in your neck. Let himself feel how his heart slows down. What he doesn’t let you do is feed him, he will be babied but not to this degree. And the food you give him is filling, not upsetting his stomach, and absolutely giving him back his appetite.

If you keep going like this, luv? You’ll be married twice at least.

Thank youu for reading. (I have the gut feeling that this is awful and that I haven't done Simon justice yet.)

[luboy7rt]

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

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

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

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

Elias Walker:

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

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

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

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

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

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

David ‘Hesh’ Walker:

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

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

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

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

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

Logan Walker: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keegan P. Russ: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thomas A. Merrick:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kick:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riley: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[soap-ify]

Ah yes, hugging Simon.

It didn’t come easy for either of you at first, though small brief hugs sufficed, a second lasting before he’d be quick to pull away, becoming stern once more. Only if he could somehow pour all the care he had for you within those hugs.

It wasn’t easy for Simon to handle so much love from someone, especially someone as sweet as you. It was almost terrifying in a way, his hands were not made to hold fragile things, only made to hit and break. Long washed blood still permanent on his palms, running alongst the calluses on his fingers, visible to no one but him. His eyes saw what you didn’t, a monster incapable of intimacy.

It was a miracle how you didn’t give up. Sometimes he wondered if something was deeply wrong with you. After all, who in their right minds would want to persist in being with him?

The hugs never ceased, and eventually, Simon felt himself warming up — the tense shoulders relaxing even if just a bit, his breathing growing all the more calmer. Better. His arms would still be not hugging you properly, just loosely wrapped around your waist, afraid to hug you even if you weren’t fragile.

“Just let go, Si.” Your words were so healing, a kiss from an angel onto each wound of his that he loathed since the very first day. You made his days better with your hugs.

“I’ll try, love. For you.”

[bunnybeaches]

John was trying to be as quiet as possible. He knew that he had gotten home late and you should be in bed at this time. Swiftly he unlaces his boots, hangs the boonie hat onto its hook, and drapes his jacket over the couch.

He does his best to avoid the creaks in the floor as he makes his way to the shared bedroom. He was hoping to find you all peaceful in bed, but unfortunately that’s not what he found.

He found you, his poor baby, with tear stained cheeks and a heating pad clutched to your tummy.

“Oh love bug, what’s wrong?” John gets onto his knees so beside the bed.

You let out some mumbled noises, “My period started and the cramps are really getting to me.” You look at him with needy eyes. Your periods are always bad and normally John is there. But since he was working late he wasn’t, which obviously made you sad.

“Oh honey c’mere,” John scoops you into his arms, “What can i do or get you? your wish is my command baby.”

“Just want..just want snuggle and some tummy rubs?” you whisper so quietly

John gently sets you back down on the bed, he was getting ready to put you in a hot bath, but cuddles and tummy rubs will do. You immediately curl into his touch as his big hands rub your tummy.

“John..thank you.” you murmur with closed eyes. This man always knows how to perfectly help you. Your cramps slowly die down, not fully but they get better.

You fall asleep snuggled in the arms of the man you love and soft kisses all over your temple.

[howtotwirlaknife22]

You look back at the ghosts during backshots:

Inspired by @gloomwitchwrites ‘s 141 HCs

MDNI, NSFW below the cut

Merrick: Groans and slows his pace to put his rapidly approaching orgasm off as he leans in to kiss your shoulder.

Hesh: Smiles back sweetly and leans over you (mounted groundhog position), interlacing your fingers together as he thrusts slowly.

Logan: Shoots you a cocky smirk and begins to pound into you harder, gripping your hips as he leans in to give you a quick kiss.

Keegan: Growls and wraps his hand around your neck, pulling you onto your knees and back into his chest (teaspooning postion) as he keeps his hand firmly placed there.

Kick: Chuckles and wraps his hand in your hair, tugging it so you’re forced to look back at him as he whispers the filthiest things to you.

“C’mon baby…keep those pretty eyes on me.”

Rorke: Slaps your ass hard enough to leave a handprint, gripping your ass and spreading your cheeks as he makes direct eye contact with you, threatening to stop if you break eye contact.

[ll7esxs]

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The first "I love you" in the relationship [requested]

characters: Logan walker, Hesh walker, Keegan russ, kick

notes: SFW content, kinda chessy for me since i love angst more than this shit but whatever man whatever this fandom wants

Logan walker:

yeah you are the first who is going to say it don't argue with me.

Logan struggles with words and would never rush into saying it.

tbh i think logan has never had partners in his life :(, he kept training not knowing anything about love.

sometimes i think hesh is the one who couraged him to date and elias too, telling him that he has been more than 30 years serving for this country and even though.

elias controlled and balanced the love and working with his mother.

It happens A late-night moment at home, when he’s quiet but seems lost in thought.

I think when you have been dating for months? like more than 8 months.

You’re curled up against Logan, watching, but he’s barely paying attention. His mind is elsewhere—probably thinking about a mission he can’t talk about.

You run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. He sighs closing his eyes, leaning into your touch and getting out of the blurred world he was in.

"I love you, you know that?" you said lifting your head up to look at him.

Logan freezes,oh boy even his body tensing slightly against you, you can feel that already.

Logan’s eyes widen slightly, like he wasn’t expecting it—even though he’s felt it for a while.

He takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words but failing.

Instead of answering right away, he gently pulls you into his arms, holding you tighter than usual. After a short pause, he finally murmurs, “…I love you too.” which made you smile into his arm, you were proud of that to let this sweet boy speak of his feeling.

Later, he shows it rather than says it—staying close, kissing you, covering you in blanket when he thinks you're asleep, and making sure you’re always safe.

because words aren’t enough, but he hopes you can feel it.

Hesh walker:

he will say it first, But he blurts it out impulsively.

hesh is the one with partners but i see he had 3 or 2? and they weren't that serious they didn't reach that level with him.

but since he is a grown ass man (28) he found you

going out with him for classic dates.

It happenes in a playful moments while teasing each other.

in the kitchen, you kept arguing playfully talking back to him gahly! he thinks to himself how did i get with a woman like this.

"god you're impossible...I love you" he said with a soft shrug hands on his hips looking down smiling.

he said it without thinking, The moment he realizes what he just said, he freezes, eyebrows raising slightly like "Well… guess that’s out now."

and you had butterflies and bugs in your stomach like hello? did this handsome just tell me that??

"oh my god david?!" you said with a happy chuckle, heart already out of your chest "you just said this!!".

you wanted to step closer to him, He watches your reaction closely, trying to act all cool and confident but is secretly panicking inside.

you shaking your head while holding his face, which lead him to hold both your arms. "I love you too!"

his grin turns soft, and he pulls you in for a tight hug, whispering, "Good. ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere."

totally forgetting about the baking yall been making out. (wtf did i just type)

Keegan russ:

bro why is it so hard to write keegan, like this man is a hella mystery.

you are the one who said it sorry, cuz Keegan is way too guarded to say it first.

why i think he thought about his job first before you like he hates it if you are involved with someone like him, what if something danger happened to you because of him?he is way too cautious.

but because of those damn eyes of yours the weakest thing he will do is keeping you with him.

how did it happenes? late night walking, this man adores these times secretly especially after he has been with ya.

i think he ended up with a talk active partner? but no that much, he is just a listener and a talker sometimes.

you like it when he talks, his creative words and the sarcasm he is using making you say unbelievable about him.

He had insisted on walking you home—not out of obligation, but because it was simply in his nature.

When you reached your doorstep, you turned, your fingers curling around the doorknob. The soft glow of the porch light cast sharp shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw, the glint of something unreadable in his eyes. (lord have mercy i got too much in details)

“Well, kid," his deep voice rumbled through the quiet, rough yet familiar, "guess I’ll see you around.”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips, warmth flickering in your chest at the easy finality in his tone. He turned, hands tucked into his pockets, ready to disappear into the night like he always did. (bro is batman but he never tell you that)

“Keegan?” The name left your lips before you could think twice, barely above a whisper, but it was enough to make him stop.

His shoulders stiffened for the briefest moment before he turned back to you, his lightened gaze steady.

You didn’t wait any longer—you just walked up to him, arms wrapping around his neck. His eyes met yours, and God, it was so hard to be honest while looking into them. It seemed just as hard for him.

He was stunned, motionless, but his gaze remained stoic, unreadable.

“I love you,” you murmured, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He took a moment, then let out a stiff chuckle. “Must be the champain messing with your little head.”

“Shut up. I said it… I love you.” The second time, your voice was firmer. That’s when his eyes softened, a rare smile tugging at his lips—your first time seeing him like this. Gentle.

For a long time, he doesn’t speak. The silence stretches, heavy—almost unbearable.

Then, finally, he whispers—so quiet you almost miss it.

His fingers close over yours, grip tightening as if grounding himself in the moment.

He exhales, then presses a lingering kiss to your knuckles, the warmth of it seeping into your skin.

“…I love you too.”

Then he went to the shadows of the streets and after that time, you never see him again...

im joking bye.

Kick:

Kick is always aware—sharp, cautious, both in his military work and personal life. Nothing slips past him.

He never talks about his partner. He’s a ghost, a skillful one. Never caught, never seen unless he wants to be. Have you seen the kill list? He’s needed, and yet the feds can’t find him.

He doesn’t have trust issues, not exactly—but he’s careful. Always watching, always a step ahead. Especially when it comes to his relationships.

He even hesitated to date you, afraid you’d get hurt because of his work—afraid that if anything happened, he’d never forgive himself. Not even in death.

But he went for it anyway. Because he knew how to protect you. He kept you far from enemies, tracked every possible threat—all without you even knowing. He was secretive like that.

Man fuck the enemies he thought, he is in his 30s and we live one time why don't just have a partner in ur life?.

Not even the gang knew he had a partner. Only Merrick, who one day casually let it slip in front of him—like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

So he said it it just slips out casually not knowing the effect he will do on ya.

He said it during a random completely unromantic moment.

He doesn’t even realize what he said until your eyes widen. "Oh, damn. Did I just say that?"

You shrugged, still shocked. “Uhm… yeah, you did!” You shook your head, trying to process it.

He tried to play it off, acting like it was no big deal. “Well, yeah, of course I love you. Have you seen yourself?”

You couldn’t find the words. Your eyes softened as you looked at him, still stunned, heart pounding in your chest.

But when he saw you getting emotional, the act dropped. He smiled—small, genuine—and muttered, “Alright… yeah. I love you. For real.”

And later, he proved it. Small, silent acts of devotion—fixing things for you without being asked, making sure your coffee was just right, staying up just to watch you sleep peacefully.

[cheeseatlantic]

yuhh one look give em whiplash!!! beat drop with a big flash korean korean korean think fast!!!!

CoD characters as parents!

price, gaz, ghost, soap, alejandro, rudy, graves, valeria, keegan, hesh, logan, ajax, kick and könig… 😞

Price would be a very nice dad, as in would be the dad that LOVES his kid’s friends, takes them as his own and if a friend comes to his house they are eating at least a snack. but a partner? quokka fluffy price is being brutally stabbed and his cold captain comes into play, silently judging your kid’s partner and you have to hit him and scold him to be nice. eventually warms up and the two go on fishing trips together.

Gaz carries around two pink sparkly backpacks for his two daughters, loves them. And those bags have all the essentials, snacks, toys, change of clothes and hand sanitizer. Doesn’t matter where you go the backpack is coming too, and he insists on carrying it too! You just watch him take over and you just relax. Probably cried on the first day he dropped his girls off at school.

Soap, this man holds his son like a dad holding a fish, funniest shit ever. Accidentally swears in front of his son, his son is like a parrot and says the swears everywhere and Johnny thinks it’s funny, until you get mad at him for teaching the kid how to swear. Definitely makes explosives with the kiddo in the backyard, keeps them safe of course but scares the shit out of you.

Ghost? GIRL DAD THROUGH AND THROUGH. Him with a teenage girl is a dangerous combo, any boy looks at her funny to Simon and he’s pulling up to pick his little girl up in full tactical gear to scare off any potential boyfriends/girlfriends. Definitely helps her with school projects, except he’e massive and somehow accidentally makes minor mistakes. Or has stickers on his face, has his nails painted occasionally or plays princess dress up and drinks his tea pinky out and legs crossed, little plastic princess heels made for a four year old on his big toes.

Alejandro would definitely encourage your kid(s) to do extracurriculars, and at events he will be the absolute loudest person cheering. With signs, and everything. Let’s use soccer as an example he would be a soccer dad, got the van and everything. Makes sure the kids respect you, if not they will get a scolding and a firm tap with the slipper, he would never hurt him.

Rudy would be the most tolerant dad ever, want to stay out late? Maybe if he knows who his kid is out with, sure. A sucker for puppy dog eyes though, one time his kid saw someone selling bunnies on the side of the road and looked at it for a second too long, few years down the line you have a rabbit the size of a small dog and Rudy absolutely adores it.

Graves is the daddest of all dad’s if that makes sense. Does the weird throat thing at ungodly hours, the hand thing when the kids have snacks in the car and carries them around on his shoulders, probably cream abuses them (aggressive lotion application)… Makes sure his kids get outside and they will have a strict screen time limit until like middle school. Caught him playing Barbies with your daughter once.

Valeria is the definition of protective mother, she would be strict but means well. If one of her men lets say scares your kid she is yelling at the man until he cries. Definitely keeps her kids out of her line of work, but never her line of sight. HELICOPTER MAMAAAAAA

Keegan would be the type of dad to stay up with your baby when their fussing at night, or as you guys call it ‘the night shift’. When the baby starts babbling he just nods along, tells you that “Look at ‘em! Planning world domination, definitely my spawn.” Would tell them to take swimming classes and all that survival shit to be safe when their older. Made the baby a tiny version of his mask and carries a rattle wherever he goes in his pocket. (mandatory)

Hesh would definitely make Riley reveal the gender with a tennis ball filled with pink or blue pigment, trained Riley to bring him clean diapers, pacifiers and everything. Him and Riley are basically teaming up to raise this kid, and you don’t really have to worry about much.

Logan would be very interesting, would give your baby a whole apple to eat if their growing their teeth in but makes them wear an apron and keeps the area extremely clean if their painting. Frames every little painting and probably does those cute little crafts with them like the pumpkin butt thingy.

Ajax is probably the funnest dad quite literally ever, installed a whole play place in your guys’ backyard just because, makes sure to make the kiddos childhood as memorable as possible which means doing stupid shit with them and occasionally ending up at the doctors for a broken arm or something. Definitely freaks out when they get sick and buys everything, just piles the medications at the store in when you ask him for medicine.

Kick is totally becoming a soccer mom, Lululemon insulated mug, the van and a cooler with snacks in the back. Probably known as the ‘cool dad’ at your kid’s school. Definitely feeds into brainrot and such to keep the cool dad status. Your kid probably turned into a partial iPad kid.

Seeing König with a baby for the first time was absolutely hilarious to you because he was so big and the kid was so small, definitely refused to breathe on the baby incase he hurt it. But once he started holding the baby he turned into a jungle gym, let’s the baby use his mask as a baby blankie, made himself a new one. Spends way too much on the baby… A concerning amount.

i really feel sigma rn guys

[machveil]

thinking about Vampire!Simon Riley, who has a copy of your front door’s key, waiting for you to text or call him saying he can come in. even though he has a key he still plays by the vampire rule that he needs permission to enter. you can call him silly and sweet all you like, he just stares dead at you holding back a smile, “Gotta be a polite guest, lovie.”

he is your husband of four years

[ghostedbunnie]

simon riley x reader (suggestive)

//

imagine meeting ghost on your summer vacation. enjoying your trip, sightseeing to your heart’s content and now drinking a mojito in the bar at the resort.

when suddenly you see this big guy dressed in all black and with a black mask covering his face. you think he must be hot under the scorching sun but he doesn't even appear bothered.

you get talking to the older lady running the bar and she notices your stare. "oh did he catch your eye?" you almost choke on your drink, quickly trying to deny it but she ignores it. you find out he is a handyman of sorts here on his days out of deployment. she tells you the story of how he saved her from a gang fight and while you're focusing on her the chair next to you screeches a bit and then the big hulking beast of a man sits next to you, one hand resting on the back of yours the other holding a beer that feels out of place in this exotic paradise. even more so when you never see him lift his mask to drink.

"bit rude to talk abou' me behind my back, innit?" he says, eyes pinning you in place.

"as if you're one to talk, your manners were left in the military, you big oaf." the woman laughs and then turns to you. "he's just trying to look rough, lots of bark no bite that one." you lock eyes with him as she says those words to find his mask pulled up after he took a sip and his tongue runs along his teeth at the last bit. he pulls the mask down right after letting you see only what he wanted and hiding the scar bisecting his lip and another one on his chin.

"she can find out f'r herself, can't you, luv?" you're glad you can use the excuse of the sun and heat for why your cheeks redden and your heart beats out of your chest.

[gunnrblze]

BEGGING SCREAMING for more keegan, logan, kick and hesh hcs

Maybe they are secretly in love with y/n

Ooh, that I can do. Ghosties secretly in love with you, how do they do? (•﹏•;)

Hesh- I think Hesh is the type to probably tell you his feelings, depending on who you are, though. If he works with you, it seems more unlikely to me that he’d readily confess. He has a lot of responsibility and probably wouldn’t want to risk that, especially if you’re not the same rank as him (bro is both a big rule follower and a big rule breaker too, just depends on the rule)

Howeverrrr, working with you aside, he’d pine for a while before he ever confessed regardless. Type to text you a lot, keep a steady little conversation going all the time. Pays very close attention to you, someone who will bring up a thing you said you were mildly interested in seven weeks ago…very in tune with you as a person. He’s a lover boy, but he would let his yearning go unsaid for years, would just be the Guy That Is There For You lol (he’d do anything for you just ask-)

Logan- secretly-in-love Logan strikes me being similar as Hesh in the way that if you do work with him, he’d probably be cautious of doing anything about it. But I think he’d be a bit more forthcoming at least with others. A situation where everyone but you knows he’s head over heels feels likely lol.

Logan would be his normal self for the most part, however when he can afford to be distracted, you definitely distract him, regardless of where you may be. I don’t mean this in a stalker-ish way at all, but I think he’d be the type to just watch you a little lmao. Not crossing any boundaries, but if you’re near, he loves to observe you, listen to you, etc. He’s a quiet guy, so he’d listen to you yap for three days straight if he could. He’d try to seek you out when he could, he just wants to watch you and be near (it would drive him fucking insane but he’s been there done that so he’ll make due)

Keegan- now this guy secretly in love might show it a little more non traditionally, as in not much at all. Typically, somebody can usually tell when a person has feelings for someone, even if it’s hidden well, but I think Keegan could genuinely have his feelings fly under the radar due to both how little he divulges things to people (word will NOT get around with this one lmfao), and the fact that I imagine he’d just be good at hiding it. Doesn’t let his eyes linger for too long, won’t necessarily treat you any differently, etc.

However, his down fall is the closer you are to him, whether physically or emotionally. His mood might shift in accordance to yours, albeit very slight since he’s not all that expressive. But if you really pay attention, you can see Keegan mirroring you, looking out for you, silently taking care of things for you, etc. Acts of service mf.

Kick- this guy in love, regardless of the secrecy status, strikes me as the type to just desire your closeness, in any sense of the word. Whether that’s him being in your general vicinity as much as he can, getting to know you more personally, expressing himself more deeply to you, etc…he desires all of you that he can get.

He also strikes me as a professional piner like Hesh lol. If there’s anything more important at stake, he can and will bottle his feelings up for as long as necessary. But make no mistake, he will stick around as much as he can (imagine a leech). He also tries to impress you a little bit, but not foolishly so. The way a man might flex his muscles for a woman to show off, but in a more subtle way. He’s a very intelligent dude, so maybe he slips a lil something self indulgent into conversation to gauge how much you give a shit about it lol.

[aaraseli]

soap x fem!reader

you narrowed your eyes at the stars outside the kitchen window, your nail tapping on the glass resting in your hands.

its a quiet night, leading on from a quiet day. thoughts swarmed your head instead of processing, and you didnt click out of your gazing until a voice interrupted it.

"what're you doin' up?" it was gravelly, the tiredness making his accent more prominent. "it's late." he walked up to you and took the glass from your hands, discarding of the rest of the water-his adam's apple bobbed as the liquid smoothed down his throat.

"johnny," you looked over. a pause. "no reason. i couldn't sleep."

he gave a small head tilt. "you're supposed to drink milk for that, no?" that received a huff of a laugh from you.

you looked back at the window, but not for long before your gaze returned to his. he was staring. his eyes were half lidded, a faded blue-like the sky coming to life again after a storm.

"why are you up?" you explored his face with a practiced pattern, every detail of his skin noticeable with the moonlight.

"the bed shook when you got up." he said, leaning his hip against the counter. "thought you were going to the bathroom or somethin’, but you just disappeared.”

"i got distracted,"

"with the stars?" his eyes were slightly more open.

"with the stars." you nodded.

his lips curved upward into a small smile, a genuine smile, that made his cheeks rise. his voice was quiet, like there was someone else in the room. yet it was just you two, your breathing filling the space like a melody.

"c'mere," his fingers hovered over your hip, guiding you to face him. once you did, his fingertips traced subtle shapes over the fabric of your sleepwear.

your arms rose and wrapped around his neck-his skin warm. he swayed you both in a rhythm, remaining eye contact.

"there's no music." you placed your hand on the back of his neck.

"think of your favorite song." he shrugged. you smiled. "okay." you whispered.

the two of you stayed silent as you danced, the sound of the refrigerator humming filling in for music.

"i ever tell you how pretty you are?" he gripped your hip.

"once or twice,"

you tilted your head back and forth.

"¡ need to tell you more. get it in that pretty head of yours." he pressed his lips to yours.

“you do that,” you muttered against his lips.

[luboy7rt]

How Team GHOST Would React To You Being Brainwashed (Headcanons) (GN reader) (Elias, Hesh, Logan, Merrick, Keegan and Kick and Riley)

(Note: This is just what I (My headcanons), enjoy reading!)(Could be seen as Platonic, Romantic?)

(Reader is in the infirmary after the Federation brainwashed you, after months of not seeing you, how would characters react to you being so different)

Elias Walker:

- Elias went silent as he sat in your infirmary room, his arms crossed firmly. Elias is a hit..  saddened, he knew Rorke before he got brainwashed.. he never wanted it to happen to someone he knew so well, someone he cherished.

- Elias stares into your dull eyes as he sat next to you, his jaw subtly clenched as he would force himself to give you a reassuring smile.

- Elias would talk, talk a lot despite the fact he never talked much, he would catch you up on everything and anything, telling you stories about the memories You have shared together that you might have been brainwashed to forget.

- Elias would simply spend time with you, your body chained down due to your Brainwashed state, but.. Elias wasn't able to ‘get over’ it, like he did with Rorke, He wasn't able to not visit you. He had a chance to help you, he was willing to spend his time doing so. He never got the chance to help Rorke, he regretted not trying more to save the man in the past… But the past was the past and you were his future, you were more important and the current, he decided to focus on the present.

- Elias would pull up your covers if you weren't able to or didn't/couldn't move due to your brainwashed state. Elias would personally care for you, and when he couldn't he ensured it was a trusted friend, teammate or medic to care for you.

- Elias would give you headpats, he gently murmurs when you flinch back due to the trauma you have experienced by being Brainwashed and tortured by the Federation. Elias would respect your space but also wants to gently get used to his touch again.

- He would read You stories, his voice is great for it. (If you are his child, or if he raised you it's because he wants to remember the good times… and make you remember that he's here. or He would hum a soft song he hummed to you when you were very young or maybe humming a song Ms Walker would always hum before she passed) Elias would even read out loud or hum gently even if you are sleeping, he saves the stories about Team Ghosts and stories about you, or the others for when you are awake and ‘listening’.

- Elias would be there for physical therapy, every moment, whenever you needed help but couldn't voice it. Elias would be there, and he gets really good at just guessing what you needed.

- Elias wants to be the first person you see in the day, not a medic, despite the fact he knows you have false memories, or your memories were messed with, he wanted that trust you once had for him, he wants you to understand you were safe with him.

- Elias gives you a forehead kiss when he arrives to your side and one before he leaves, just to make a habit form so you can expect affection from him or if you're not that close he would pat your head instead.

David ‘Hesh’ Walker:

- Hesh falls asleep on the infirmary bed next to you every night, emotionally exhausted as you were the first experience of someone he knew so well being brainwashed. Hesh would refuse to leave your side, willing to stay put until he knows you are aware again.

- He does cry when he gets frustrated, knowing you were in pain, knowing he couldn't help.. knowing your memories were messed with, he tries to hide it, but his hand is tightly holding yours. He's on his knees by your infirmary bed, his face buried into the mattress as he murmurs ‘I got you’, ‘you'll be alright’ multiple times over and over again.

- Hesh tries to encourage you, to get up.. to move about a tiny bit.. to strengthen your limbs once again. Hesh takes you walking around the base when you are mentally aware enough to not attack him or others.

- His hands gently clasped around yours, after days of ‘waiting’ for something.. anything from you. Hesh began speaking to you, rambling on about any topic he could think of. Trying to comfort you so he talks about any topic that you had brought up to him before you went missing, it could be about a hobby you were telling him about or a story, or anything. He remembers, and will remember for you until you could hold onto the memories again.

- Hesh usually re-does your bandages, ensuring your wounds are disinfected and bandaged in clean bandages. He asked a medic to show him the ‘right way’, (he knew how to do this already, but asked the medic anyway to ensure he did it right). Hesh does this so you can get used to his touch once again, he flinches when you flinch at his touch because he isn't used to you flinching because of him.

- Hesh sneaks in your favorite snacks for you, despite the fact you weren't supposed to eat it, but he did sneak it in for a bed-time snack, trying to coax you with your favorite snack, so maybe it would trigger the memories of all the nice times you both have shared over snacks.

- He watches movies with you, Hesh didn't really care he was uncomfortably curled up in the chair next to your infirmary bed, ends up with Riley on his lap so you three could watch movies together while you recover.

- He tends to get frustrated and cry, but only a tiny bit, a few tears slipping from his eyes when he watches you, his heart hurt for you. Of course, he has seen a lot in his time as a soldier, he lost many friends, but he hadn't ‘lost’ someone like this before. He wanted to protect You but he couldn't figure out how.

Logan Walker:

- Logan didn't react much physically to the news you were back at base, back in the infirmary. He was told what had happened to you.. But he didn't visit at first, letting the rest of the Ghosts members visit you.

- He did visit at night though, when there wasn't supposed to be visitors, he snuck in. Silently sitting on the edge of your infirmary back, staring back at your dull eyes. At first he was surprised you were awake but he simply sat there.. so you wouldn't have to be alone again.

- Logan would stay the whole night, tapping your arm.. He ignored if you flinched, he understood what happened to those who have been brainwashed by the Federation. He tries to respect your space, doing just soft taps to let you know he was there every once in a while.

- Logan formed a habit to spend every night in your infirmary room, as if he was ‘guarding’ it for you. Ensuring no one came in, no matter how many times Elias tells him to allow you to sleep.. He does, but he's going to be around while you do.

- Logan simply wants to protect you, ensuring the Federation couldn't get you again, even though there is a slim chance of anyone getting into HQ, he likes to think it eases your mind, even if you couldn't or didn't voice it. 

- He'd sit there for hours, moving to sit next to you.. sometimes he would lay his head on your forearm, to sleep near you. Sometimes he would shift his head onto your chest to simply hear your heartbeat to ensure you were alive.

- Mentally Logan is breaking down, unable to handle the fact you were no longer the you he knew well. Not taking well to the fact your memories were messed with, so he tries to make you remember, using the rare photos he has of you and the team to try and show you.

Keegan P. Russ:

- Keegan broke in the moment he got word of your return, scaring all the medics as he kicked down the door (he didn't have to, it was unlocked, but he didn't realize It) as he stormed in. He would say your name, as he walked over to you. He sorta aggressively grabbed your shirt, to check your now bandaged wounds, just simply checking you over himself to just see you were alright, his gloved hands firmly checking over each of your now bandaged wounds.

- After a bit, he would grumble and sigh as grab the chair to the side, dragging it, the noise being loud, if you flinch he would place his hand on over your collarbones as if to keep you down, murmuring a soft shush as he did so.

- His hand would hold yours, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles as he would ensure no one else was around before being a bit affectionate with you. “You better be fuckin’ alright” Keegan would mutter under his breath.

- His hand stays firmly on your body, your chest, your arm. Your hand, he doesn’t care if you're brainwashed, he silently cares that you're alive. He’s willing to put up with you, he didn’t need you to remember (despite the fact, that he silently wishes for you to), he just needs you to be aware he’s there. Silently holding you, protecting you. He won’t admit it out loud, but all his actions while being around you are to protect you from further harm.

- He stays with you for a few hours every day. Leaving for missions when he needs to but he always usually returns to your side to inform you about his day. Aggressively challenges you, pissing you off with his snide comments, riling you up to do something.. anything. That's all he wanted, to get you back to your usual self.

- He would.. be a bit more patient than usual, sighing as he settles in the chair next to you. Ends up with his legs kicked up on your bed, his hand tightly holding yours, murmuring insults under his breath at the world.

- He would end up putting your favorite shows on, informing you of anything you couldn't remember, he knows it all. You're favorite character, favorite moment, anything you question about yourself, he probably knows it. 

- He plays music too, any music you like. As if trying to subconsciously make you remember anything. He would mutter the lyrics under his breath, having learned any songs you used to like in the time you weren't around. 

- His hand rests on your chest, feeling your heartbeat. He silently counts along to it, to ensure you were alive, well, and your heartbeat was beating at a decent pace.

- Keegan was willing to get you revenge as well, working his body to its limits on every mission to get rid of any Federation soldier in his path, he cared for his teammates a lot, and knowing what you went through, he would make them regret it

- Keegan is angry, angry at the world, the Federation.. Maybe a bit at you, despite knowing it was stupid. It wasn’t your fault you were captured, maybe he was also angry at himself, but he simply kept that anger for himself and any Federation soldiers he comes across in the future.

Thomas A. Merrick

- Merrick is surprisingly gentle, his hand resting on your shoulder as he sits on the chair next to your infirmary bed. He shifted the binders of work he needed to do on the floor by his seat as he checks up on you. 

- He tends to just quietly work by your side. It was a win-win for him, he gets to stay by your side while also finishing up on work. Sometimes he would talk when you are awake. Sometimes just telling you about things you had missed while gone for the months you were tortured and brainwashed.

- He would also apologize for all that you went through, he feels bad. He understands he couldn't control what happened but he regretted not moving fast enough to save you.

- Merrick would check up on you as well, checking your bandages, it's not that he didn't trust the medics, he did. But he felt like sometimes he just had to see for himself you were okay.

- He would be there, he would call himself stupid if he wasn't, he liked just talking to you, it reminded him of what your relationship was like before you were brainwashed..  or just talking to you. He didn't need you to speak back if you didn't feel like it, or couldn't.

- He would take you on walks, leading the way, or showing you around HQ again, even if you couldn't remember the way around. Merrick gladly will show you around, as many times as you need. He would also remind you of funny stories, and explain where it took place to try and get you to remember.

- Merrick is saddened and pissed off, but he understands, he couldn’t be sad forever. Yes, he will grieve the past version of you that he knew very well. But he simply kept that quiet and helped you recover. Merrick knew he would like the you, you are despite you being brainwashed, and he will continue to support you through it all. But on the field? Suddenly he gets more scary, yelling a lot more, and aggressively taking out Federation soldiers.

Kick:

- Kick is there, by your side while he has a break in his work, his hand firmly holding your forearm as if to ensure he doesn't ‘lose’ you again. He doesn't talk the first few days of your return, he glances away when your dull eyes meet his.

- He would also pick up one of your hobbies, even if you forgot all about it, if it was a video game, he would play the game and remind you all about it, what you liked, which characters you liked, show you your account and make his own. If you liked drawing, he would attempt to get into it. Basically just picks up any hobbies you had, to try and re-teach you, wanting to see the passion/love you had for it return.

- He’s a bit overbearing, wanting to see everything, every injury, every one who enters your room, he just wants to ensure you are okay.

- He uses a military drone to ‘entertain’ you, even if you don't react much and just watch, he's happy, talking you through his own hobbies for hours at a time. He just is trying to spend time with you, he almost lost you, and he wouldn't take his time for granted anymore.

- His hand is usually resting on you, your shoulder, forearm, knee anywhere you feel comfortable with. 

- He would sometimes tell you about his day, or something stupid Logan and Hesh have done as of late. 

- He would sneak in food, whatever you liked before getting brainwashed, he would cook it himself for you, the cost doesn't matter, if you liked it, he buys or cooks it. Leaves a note that he did indeed bring you food for the medics incase they needed to know but he does it before he leaves so the he doesn't have to face the medics.

- He also brings you your stuff, things you liked or like to do, will bring you books, papers, yarn anything really you want or can do. 

- He frowns when you don't react to the things he brings, as he sees you don't have the passion for any thing you used to like. He doesn't like seeing you.. Brainwashed, doesn't like that you don't respond, and only respond to orders. He will be here while you heal, understanding you would never be the same person he once knew.

- He tries to hype you up, oh you sat up for the first time since getting back? He's hyping you up, you talk for the first time since being tortured, you got this! He's hyping you up every step of the way on your journey to heal.

- He’ll do something stupid just to see you smile, he would make Logan and Hesh do something stupider to just see you smile, encourages stupid shit to Logan and Hesh, saying that yeah.. that would make you smile. But ends up just laughing at the two, and using them as his own amusement while ensuring he would be by your side the whole time.

Riley: (Honorary Dog mention) 

- Riley is sat by the side of your bed when he isn't with Hesh, firmly sat there to protect You.

- Barks for medics when you ‘need’ it, swiftly learns that when your hand brushes against his tail, he needs to bark loudly for a medic to check up on you.

- He waits for you to be ‘better’ so he could get you to play fetch with him, but for now.. until you heal, he is willing to wait by your side. 

- After a few months of your healing journey, Riley sets up to lay on the bottom of your bed instead of on the floor.. flops his head by your handcuffed hand so you can pet him.

- Riley is very loyal, staying put for hours at a time, when he wakes up, his eyes glance at you. To ensure you were alive, awake, and aware. If you sleep too long he chomps (lightly) on your hand to wake you up.. if you don't, Riley goes running off to the first Ghosts member he could find to drag them over to you.