#modern warefare II

[xoecoe1]

a date with you captain !

[konigsblog]

if you have been sent personal information about someone else, it should be a no-brainer that you delete the request and block whoever is sending the information. if you respond to the request, you're then making that information public.

[caiobsessed]

Chai bot #4:

Character: Simon "Ghost" Riley

Prompt: Sister's Boyfriend

Link: https://chai.ml/chat/share/_bot_900b7735-fc18-4f2e-b6c6-559cc37945ae

[phil-gravey-but-not-daily]

Y'ALL I'M LIKE 50% SURE I JUST HAD THE MOST AMAZING REVELATION ABOUT THE LAS ALMAS EVENT EVER!! ((MW2 SPOILERS PAST THIS POINT))

WhAt if graves had an identical twin, and that's who was in the tank instead. (Ik, I sound crazy, but hear me out)

He could have switched with the twin sometime when they were transporting back to the base from the deep water mission. (there's no way they could've transported all that way with no stops, especially after being surrounded by water, they'll have to stop at some point to do bodily functions(idk I have no idea of how military stuff works)or during a vehicle transfer) I say this because previously, we see graves doing little fidgeting, shifting positions, tapping his fingers against his vest(see cutscene after they catch Hassan), and he has these little habits that he portrays very often. However, as soon as they see Graves again after Deep Water, all of those mannerisms seem to have mostly disappeared, like without a trace. And also Graves seemed to have bonded a lot with the 141, especially with soap, (he gives little fist bumps, shoulder bumps, heart to heart hugs, and he compliments soap multiple times) and he was far too attached for him to just have turned on them just like that.

And another thing, you know who knows graves well enough to notice if he were to be replaced? That's right, his Shadows. The entire mission, what you hear from the shadows, pretty much all implies that something was off, and there was something wrong with their boss, who they spend every mission listening to, talking to, and being around. It would explain how we could’ve seen Graves pilotin g the tank but him to appear alive later on.

And I know, you're probably wondering, why a twin? what's the purpose? Well we know that Graves got attached to the 141 (to soap at least) so much so that it would've been hard to turn on them like that, so instead, Shepherd sent the twin in, and pulled graves out.

Anyways thanks for listening to my rant, buh byeeeeee!

[amikoroyaiart]

Captain MacTavish and his two cats.

[helcef]

many thoughts abt @mizushibart ’s metalhead/skater ghostsoap au

[gurlidk-slay1]

Ghost lost a bet and soap and gaz are loving it🤭🤭🤭

[kinky-thirsty-reader]

~So sweet our boy keeping his food warm with the mask~

🍴Aching Cravings-series🥴#1

-hope you like this one <3 Took me so long and i just keep doing the same style I wanted to change haha :’) I want to do quantity and here i come doing pixel art with every single draw I beggin. 

IMAGE EDITED (I felt like I just put a background and edit really quickly and it looked bad so i change it a little c: hope I make it better)

[liemeo]

what a lad

[141wh0re]

Out of Pocket Shit w Y/N pt. 2

*Y/N drifting the Humvee in the desert of Urzikstan, Tokyo Drift thumping over the intercom*

*Soap sitting in the passenger seat, hand firmly gripped on the handle*

Y/N: I WONDER IF YOU KNOW HOW THEY LIVE IN TOKYO

Soap: IF YOU SEEN IT, THEN YOU MEAN IT, THEN YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO GO

-Later in Price's office-

Y/N: Cap-

Price: Not a fuckin word, Sergeant.

Soap: But Cap-

Price: *deep inhale* Who the hell left you two with the bloody keys?!

Ghost: *glares at Y/N, mouthing* not a fuckin word.

Soap: It was Gaz!

Gaz: *bewildered* I DON'T EVEN HAVE ACCESS TO THE BLOODY KEYS! IT WAS GHOST.

Ghost: 👁️👄👁️

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[princessdimondheart]

Tells | Ghost x Secret Wife! Reader

Pairing: Ghost x f! Reader

Warnings: blood, wounds, pregnancy, 🥺

Edited: No

A/N: I really wanted to do my own take on this idea. Hope you like it.

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Johnny wasn’t sure how he hadn’t realized it before, after being introduced to his Lieutenant’s wife. There were small, subtle tells that gave away Ghost having a significant other, but he never put the pieces together. Honestly, Johnny was a little upset because he’s in the SAS- he should be able to see things like this. 

The first time he noticed something was strange with Simon was when they were gathering their gear right before going to another mission. They were placing the last of their equipment into their bags. Simon had not put his black skeleton gloves on yet so his wrists were exposed. Johnny didn’t notice anything different until Simon rolled up his sleeves like usual. And there it was. 

A hair tie. 

He didn’t think much about it. Maybe he found it laying around the base. No. That would be weird and there weren’t that many women frequenting the same places as Simon anyways. 

Could he be using it to snap at his wrist when or if he got anxious? Nah.. Ghost stays focused on missions. Johnny doubted Ghost would let anxiety pull a fast one on him in the field. 

Oh! Simon is definitely growing his hair out. Johnny wondered if his balaclava was comfortable with long hair. So he pointed it out. 

“Growing your hair out L.t.?” His lips curled into a little smirk. 

Simon looked up from the full magazine in his hands. Only his eyes gave away his confusion. “No? Why?”

“Your hair tie.” Johnny nodded to his right wrist. “Never took ya for a purple-wearin’ kind of guy, sir.”

Ghost blinked at his Sergeant and then glanced to his aforementioned wrist. Sure enough a bold purple hair tie was bound to his lower arm. Simon was sure he had removed it before leaving home earlier that day. 

“Oh… must have forgot.” Simon spoke absentmindedly. He was remembering his wife. He had gotten home before her and when she came he helped her remove her ponytail, completely forgetting about the hair tie once their kisses got the better of them. 

Simon didn’t say anything else, so Johnny shrugged it off and continued filling his bag with ammunition. Not even two minutes after he forgot what they were talking about when Captain Price called them over. 

~~~~~

The next time something was different with Ghost, Johnny wasn’t even the one who noticed it first. It was Gaz who pointed it out. 

After a long and hard mission, Task Force 141 had finally arrived at base. The team desperately needed showers, so right after hoping off the helicopter everyone went straight to their barracks. 

After their most loved showers everyone went to the mess hall for some real food and not the field MREs they had been eating for the past few weeks. There Kyle had already gotten his portion of food and was digging in. Soap and Price were sitting across from him too, but no Ghost in sight. Simon came in almost halfway through their dinner and sat next to the young Sergeant. The food on his tray was not being eaten. 

That’s when Kyle smelled it. A fruity smell was wafting from the freshly showered SAS powerhouse next to him. Ghost smelled of fresh cut pomegranates and some other fruit notes. It took him by surprise. Kyle would have normally pictured Ghost as a strict standard-issue soap kinda user, not a fruity one. 

“Did they change the regular soaps, sir?” Gaz took the risk. 

Johnny had finished chewing and looked up at his L.t. and Kyle with a questioning look. Then he leaned forward on the table to take a sniff. 

“Is that pomegranate, L.t.?” Johnny chuckled. He’d take any chance to tease his superior. 

Ghost gave them a subtle glare. He had hoped no one would have noticed his mistake. He’d been in a hurry to leave home and well…

“I grabbed the wrong bottle.” He deadpanned then turned to Price, who was shaking his head in disapproval at the two, to ask about any new leads. Clearly, the conversation was over. 

~~~~~

The third time was when their mission went FUBAR. Ghost and Soap had gotten separated from Captain Price and Gaz when their enemies tried to ambush them. In the chaos Soap was shot in the leg, but with Ghost’s help, he was able to escape and hold out until it was safe enough for them to head to the rendezvous point for extraction. 

Now that they were relatively safe, Ghost was searching his packs for supplies to help Johnny with. Johnny wasn’t particularly paying too much attention to what he was doing since he was bleeding out and moaning in pain, but he definitely noticed when Ghost used a tampon to plug the gunshot wound in his thigh. 

“Fuckin’ hells, Ghost! Where’da fuck yous get a bloody tampon from!?”

“It’s an essential tool for survival.” He honestly had no idea how that slipped into his med pouch. Johnny guessed it was so if Ghost had said it. 

~~~~~

Next time they were somewhere in Africa, most definitely melting with the heat. A great bonding experience for the two of them. Their only relief was a slow moving breeze. Soap and Ghost were staking out one of a known terrorist cell’s many compounds. All was quiet for now. 

“Johnny?” Ghost didn’t move from his position, eyes dead on his scope. 

Johnny looked over. “Yeah, L.t.?”

“Once we’re done here, I’m taking you somewhere important. Keep your schedule clear.” Simon’s deep voice sounded out softly. 

“Oh… alright.” He didn’t know what to say. “Okay. Definitely, Simon.” 

He looked back towards the compound. Simon had glanced at that moment to see his little smile. His eyes crinkled. 

~~~~~

True to his word, after their stakeout mission was completed, Simon hauled Johnny into his car and began to drive them to who knows where. All Johnny knew was that the drive took several hours from their base in London to wherever they were in the countryside. 

They were nearly at their destination when Simon pulled them into a long driveway and pressed a button controller on his shade that opened the metal gates. Going through, the road was surrounded by open pastures on both sides. When Johnny looked around more closely he noticed a few horses, and, was that a cow? They were grazing on the lush grass. Was his L.t. taking him to a farm?

“Where are we, sir?” He had to ask. 

“You’ll see, Johnny.” Simon had slowed down so as to not spook any of the animals grazing. 

Two minutes later and the car pulled up to a nice two-story cottage home. It was made from stone and appeared to be like a fairy tale type of house. Johnny quite liked the look of it. He noticed that the lights were on. 

Simon opened the locked door, then took off his skull balaclava. It was clear that he was comfortable enough to forego it. “I called ahead, so dinner should be ready soon.”

Dinner? Who’s made them dinner? Johnny didn’t question him and just nodded. Simon stepped inside, none of the wooden boards squeaked when he walked in them unlike when Johnny stepped on them. His steps alerted the person in the kitchen. A delicious smell was coming out in soft waves. The person poked their head out to see who was there. They weren’t worried because they knew that only Simon had the extra key. 

“I’m home.” Johnny noticed a softness in his voice that he hadn’t heard before. Simon’s large frame was blocking his view of the person. A dog suddenly burst from the kitchen barking at Simon before realizing who he was. It sat down when he started to pet him, his butt wiggling with the fast beat of his tail. Cute. Then the dog, a German shepherd, turned to him and started sniffing him with caution. Johnny let him sniff his hand and after a bit he licked his hand and wagged his tail. Approved. 

“Welcome home, Simon!” The person’s voice was distinctly feminine. Johnny had moved closer to Simon and the kitchen, so when the woman fully came into view he saw her right away. 

She went in for a hug and that’s when Johnny noticed a small, yet significant distance between the two. She was pregnant and her baby belly was making it a little harder to hug her. But that didn’t stop Simon from embracing her as tightly as he could. When her hand came up to rest against Simon’s shoulder, Johnny noticed again the large diamond on her ring finger. 

“L.t.?” The two lovers separated to look at him. 

“Johnny, come meet my wife.” Simon gave him a knowing nod which Johnny instantly returned. 

He almost couldn’t believe it. His L.t. had brought him home to see his little family. Johnny almost choked up upon realizing the significance of Simon trusting him with this information. Right then and there, Johnny gave Simon a mental promise to help keep his family safe, no matter what.

Bonus: 

“Oh! The baby is kicking! Want to feel ‘em, Johnny?” Simon’s wife asked. 

“Oh, sure! If that’s alright with you?” She took his larger hand in answer and placed it near the top of her baby bump. A few kicks hit his hand. They were rather strong kicks too. Definitely a football star, or another SAS kid, in the making. 

“Woah!” Johnny exclaimed. Then, turning to his L.t. who was watching them interact, his mouth turned into a wide grin. “Does that make me their uncle, Simon?”

“Don’t push it, MacTavish.” His wife giggled. 

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[konigsblog]

frustrated mornings with simon riley

simon will refuse to let you go in the morning. large, burly arms wrapped around your form, holding you close to his figure while he snored. even through sleep, his grip was iron; impossible to break free from, despite how he let his guard down.

you wanted to get up, the birds chirping was your awakening, the sun rising up and peaking through the blinds nearly blinding you, straight into your eyes, hiding in his chest. simon's aroma is specific; tobacco sticking to his clothes, a slight scent of musk and cedarwood from his cologne, comforting.

a small sound of frustration brought you back to reality, his eyes slightly open as he tiredly gazed at you; eyes full of adoration. simon only gripped you tighter, small giggles as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, huffing at your hair - the shampoo essence lingering. his touch was smoothed, playing with his hair gently as he fell back into a slumber.

the man now atop of you, impossible to push the weight off. he's too heavy - from muscle mass. you whimper, pushing him off before he grabbed your wrist. “no..- five more minutes, love..” he grumbled, and you knew it wouldn't just be ‘five minutes’, instead another hour or two, maybe three, maybe you should just spend the day together in bed, why not?

is there any place like home? home is being under his grasp, his body caging around you, protecting you from his nightmares that kept him awake at night, staring down at your and brushing the hair from your face as he checked your pulse for what felt like the a millionth time to simon. he couldn't control how his chest rised and dropped rapidly, cuddling into you, finding comfort in the fingertips running down his back, massaging the muscles from his aches and begging you to stay longer.

no place you'd rather be than with simon, protecting eachother from the wild nightmares and fears that took over one's mind, leaving eachother with swollen lips as you'd told eachother how much you truly need and love one another through words and tender kisses. kissing him 'til he passed out atop of you, the weight of the world atop of you - simon.

[caiobsessed]

Chai bot #4:

Character: Simon "Ghost" Riley

Prompt: Denying A Kiss

Link: https://chai.ml/chat/share/_bot_6d3d84cb-ebb4-4a99-94c5-d7b24f596950

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blood stained - 👻

a vague comic about ghost’s past still haunting him despite all the years that has passed

[poiverine]

I’ve cracked the code

bonus Nikolai

[amikoroyaiart]

sweet kisses