#modern warfare 2022

[abedofroses]

Q: Is it soccer or football?

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[vvh1sk3y]

Could you write some reader relationship headcanons with Ghost? Thank you

yes! i wrote some "fluffy headcanons" you can see them here if you already haven't :) i will sort of reiterate some stuff from there in this.

character(s): simon "ghost" riley, gen!reader

warning(s): nothing!

simon will literally ask you in the most deadpan voice to cuddle, play with his hair, whatever. he gets shy asking you for affection and tries to play it off by acting tough :,) (after a few drinks though, he's not shy to ask)

his pet names for you are darling, sweetheart, my love.

once you called him "my baby" and simon nearly broke down crying, he just loves you, like, a lot.

getting him to laugh is a challenge, but hearing you laugh at one of his corny jokes, tickling him, or kissing him all over his face, may just do the trick.

simon lives by the "those you know can hurt you the most" mentality and trusts very few people, he was even reluctant to even stay with you at one point in time, but you are one of the only people he is truly himself with and trusts. he's open about his past with you (for the most part) and tries to be honest about how he is feeling.

you are really the only family he has, and he values you more than life itself. you are his rock and he knows you would never leave him, but deep down it is still his biggest fear.

simon can have a short temper at times and he'll have quick moments of anger or be super irritable at times. he keeps his distance sometimes when he's this way, as he doesn't want to upset or possibly hurt you.

he wants to buy a nice house far away from everyone in a super rural area so you and him can just be alone together.

if you ever go out together for any reason, he's always holding your hand. if you're shopping together, he'll grab what he needs to get and immediately hold your hand again.

simon hates when anyone "looks at you funny" as he calls it. he has to fight the urge to punch whoever it is in the face.

his ideal date is either takeout at home and a movie, or a hike in the mountains or in the woods.

the only thing simon will try to keep secret from you is his love of super cutesy stuff. he will listen to totally random cutesy japanese music and if you ever found out, he'd probably just leave the country tbh. (basically him.)

simon found one of your old stuffed bears while going through your shared closet. he found it absolutely adorable and would sometimes go find it just to admire it while you were gone. he very subtly suggested you put it on your dresser instead of just leaving it to sit in the closet. now it sits on your dresser and when you're around simon will grab it and give it a quick little squeeze and put it back down. (you 100% know he's doing this because "why is my bear in a totally different position than it was an hour ago?")

[aliensleia]

cuddling with simon (ghost) riley

he'd be stiff at first. you'd have to ease him into being comfortable.

he prefers being the big spoon. it makes him feel more in control of the situation. he likes being the one to keep you safe.

if you lay your head on his chest, he will gently play with your hair.

when laying on your side, he will lightly drape his hand over your waist.

he will rub small circles on your exposed skin with his thumb. it helps soothe his mind.

he will sneak in a sly booty grab every once and awhile, but nothing too sexual.

[welldonekhushi]

Price purchased a hat online, only to realise he received another product instead of the original he saw.

It seems he likes it *thumbs up*

Original:

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

New Recruit | Simon Riley x Masked!GN!Reader

To keep this as neutral as possible since anon did not specify the gender, this is written in 2nd POV. 

There are some spanish sentences here and although I’m actually learning the language with Duolingo (lmao) I used a translator for this, I apologize if it sounds clunky. I googled how to use gender neutral forms but I’m not sure if I did it correctly sooo.

Also, this is very short because I can’t for the love of god, produce words and a correct sentence in my head at the moment.

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

Warnings: Ghost is OOC, Ghost might have a kink or more than one, Typical COD Pew Pew is Mostly Omitted, Injuries

Summary: A new member joins taskforce 141 for the hunt of Hassan but you are not what the others expect. Something sparks in Ghost when he shares eye contact with you and you two are on the same eye level.

Word Count: 2,3k

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Masterlist

It was already unusual for the taskforce to get a new member. Therefore it was even more unusual to get one in the middle of an important operation in another country. 

It wasn't exactly convenient but when would it ever be?

Fact was that Hassan Zyani, a major of the terror organization Al Qatala escaped their grasps.

They needed to work with Mexican Special Forces to follow his tracks, so if it was one more member or two, it didn’t really matter now. 

Yet it was quite a surprise when Ghost and Soap heard the news.

"Someone will join you in México, a new member of the taskforce. I wanted to introduce the lieutenant a bit later, but Chryso was in the country anyways, so I guess now is as good as ever."

Ghost listened silently to his captain on speaker phone while Soap asked the questions lingering in his head; what kind of muppet name was Chryso? And why would the soldier join them right now when they had something so important to do?

Trusting a stranger in a hostile environment wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do.

Price ignored Soap’s words deliberately and continued: 

“Chryso is already known to the Los Vaqueros and Alejandro and as you're aware they know their way around in Las Almas. Be nice and protect your backs. We will talk later and I’m sure Chryso will answer any questions you have.”

Great, Ghost thought and looked at the flabbergasted Soap who stared at the phone display showing the end of the call.

“He just hung up?? What the hell... I feel like someone just told me my sister got married in secret and I have to meet her husband.”

He raised an eyebrow but the other obviously couldn’t see it behind his skull mask.

“You have a sister?”

Soap blinked.

“No, but if I had one...”

Ghost sighed. He hoped that the new addition to the team wouldn’t mess up their operation and would focus on the task at hand. Catching Hassan.

-

You startled out of your sleep when you heard your call sign.

“They’re arriving in 5, Chryso” said Felipe, the Los Vaqueros soldier who was on the look out with you in one of the abandoned shacks close to the village where intel suggested Hassan Zyani’s location.

Your last undercover mission had taken a toll on your body and you tried to make up for it by napping whenever you could. Felipe’s humming had made you drowsy and apparently your consciousness had slipped away for a bit.

A quick glance at your combat watch proved that you had slept more than an hour and you sat up straight quickly.

“Perdón, you know my last OP still got me fucked up... Did anything move?”

“No pasa nada.”

The man waved his hand dismissively and watched as you stood up and stretched your arms. He had to tilt his head slightly to look up to you. Felipe's eyes wandered over your mask and then he said:

“They’re staying put and keeping quiet.”

You breathed out and rolled your shoulder. Maybe you shouldn’t have slept in such an uncomfortable position...

You were about to meet two members of Taskforce 141 - your new team - and group up with them and the Los Vaqueros to participate in one of their missions. No chit-chat and icebreakers, just business, straight-up. 

This was how work had always been with Captain John Price for the few times you had fought together, so it didn’t exactly bother you. But it was making you a bit antsy that he wouldn’t be part of the operation.

You weren’t exactly keen on entrusting your back to total strangers. Not with your... special circumstances.

Your habit of wearing a mask 24/7 often confused other people and many soldiers had treated you slightly differently due to it. Whether it was done deliberately or subconsciously, it often hampered with the beginning of your new relationships until people finally got used to it. Which usually took a while. Seen by the lack of other soldiers accompanying you and Felipe.

Strangely Price didn’t seem to react much to your mask. Maybe that was why you felt comfortable around him. He didn’t treat you any different, he had just looked at it once and then moved on. 

You hadn’t told him why you were wearing it but if anyone had to know, you would probably feel most comfortable telling him.

And when you had signed the contract to work as a new member of taskforce 141 you had mulled about doing it. Possibly when you would first see him again. You had believed that it would be today.

But he wouldn’t be part of this mission, which he told you 2 days ago. Instead Lieutenant Simon Riley and Sergeant John Mactavish would cover your back. 

You had heard their names before when Price talked to you about joining the taskforce but you didn’t know anything specific about them besides their names and ranks.

And Rodolfo and Alejandro didn’t let anything slip when you asked them if they knew anything about the two soldiers.

They did know more than you but based on the little smirk around Alejandro’s lips they purposely kept information from you, which annoyed you slightly.

But well, Alejandro was a colonel, furthermore the leader of Los Vaqueros and he obviously had to be informed about his allies in such a special operation. 

You knew not to question him and he wouldn’t keep anything dangerous from you, he wasn’t like that that’s what you could tell based on the few days you had spent at the Las Almas base. He kept his soldiers safe, had to in the corruption-filled town. 

And you would meet the other taskforce members soon anyways.

So you decided to focus on the task at hand and ignore everything else. Whether that would involve strange looks and stupid comments about your mask or not.

The Al Qatala terrorist had to be caught by all means. The files you had received told you enough about the threat he posed to basically everyone in this world. He wouldn’t escape your grasp. Not under your watch.

You strapped your black vest tighter and checked your gear.

A low hum announced the distant approach of some vehicles and Felipe looked out the window to see 3 black jeeps drive down the dirt road.

“They’re inbound.”

You nodded and followed him out of the room down the stairs.

-

"I have a feeling you'll fit right in, just like Y/N."

Ghost was still mulling over the strange comment of Rodolfo Parra, when they spotted the army checkpoint and Alejandro explained why they had to evade it and he forgot the words quickly.

However, when their convoy arrived at the other side of the river in their AO, he and Soap exited the truck and a few seconds later when he first exchanged eye contact with you, he remembered the words instantly. 

You had just moved out of the shack, following a Los Vaqueros soldier. Your back was turned towards the convoy when the man told you something and he gesticulated while you checked your back pockets.

Ghost noted that the soldier talking to you was at least a head smaller than you. You were clad in back and his interest peaked when he realized that your head was covered by a hood. Oh...?

He followed Soap behind Alejandro and Rodolfo and walked up to you while the other Los Vaqueros soldiers readied their guns and spread out. 

“No me gusta el hecho de que no tengamos refuerzos” he heard you say through your clenched teeth and your counterpart hummed in agreement. 

Alejandro coughed and you turned to face them while he introduced you to him and Soap. Your eyes roamed over them and they lingered a bit longer on him, which made Ghost’s heart beat quicker for some reason.

“This is lieutenant Y/N L/N”, the colonel announced and the smirk on his lips suddenly made sense. He just stared and Soap did the same. 

“Just call me Chryso” you said and gave Alejandro an annoyed look that the other ignored and you turned your head back to look at Ghost and you stretched out your hand. 

Ghost’s voice was rougher than usual when he told you his name: 

“...Simon Riley, but call me Ghost.”

He shook your hand with a firm grip. Hazel and e/c eyes met, both hidden in the shadows of a mask. He caught a glimpse of your spirit in the e/c shade and noted that the skin around your eyes was also hidden behind black makeup.

“Nice to meet you, Lieutenant.”

Fuck, he thought when he realized that he could gaze directly into your eyes without lifting or lowering his head. 

And bloody fucking hell, he thought when he realized that in a very strange way he found that mask of yours attractive. Like you were mirroring him, like you two belonged together, like you were meant to be his and he was meant to be yours. 

There were not many things that Ghost found immediately attractive upon meeting someone. 

He considered himself to be more of a “character”-person than someone who cared about appearances first but there were some things that just drew him in...

Pretty smiles for example. Or the hint of a strong character in one’s eyes. But what really invited his immediate attraction was what Soap had called the most surprising and strangest thing ever when he accidentally spilt this piece of information during one of their long scouting sessions; when someone was just as tall as him.

There was just something about someone being his height that created a spark in his chest. 

“That’s a fucking kink” Soap had said back then. Looking at you now and considering the growing feeling in his chest, the scot might have been right.

He let go of your hand before he was holding onto it for too long but he kept his eyes on you even when you had already turned towards Soap to shake his hand.

“Sergeant John Mactavish, but call me Soap.” 

The sergeant shook your hand enthusiastically and grinned from ear to ear. He glanced at him and Ghost’s alarm went off in his head.

“You have pretty long legs eh? How tall exactly are you?”

You blinked and Ghost couldn’t stop himself from groaning inwardly when he saw slight confusion and annoyance in your eyes. 

“Roughly 6′3 if I remember correctly.”

Soap looked at him but Ghost ignored the stare deliberately and when Alejandro told them to follow him, you immediately turned away from them and hurried to fall into the colonel’s and Rodolfo’s step.

“Oh dios, lo dijo.” Rodolfo said and laughed and Ghost cursed himself for not learning more Spanish on the way here when you groaned. He was about 99% sure this was about your interaction just now.

"¿Dijo que?" Alejandro asked, his voice now lower as they moved closer to the houses, weapons raised.

"Una de las tres cosas que Y/N odia a que le pregunte.¿’Por qué Chryso como apodo’? ¿’Por qué llevas una máscara’? y ¿’Qué tan alte eres’?”

Rodolfo muttered and while the colonel laughed quietly you only sighed.

Ghost didn’t understand what exactly was going on but based on the mocking tone Rodolfo used for his last few words, it was probably something bad. He also mentioned your call sign and he was smart enough to know that the conversation was most likely about them. 

As much as it bothered him, they had already reached the stone wall so he turned his attention to the mission at hand.

“Where’s Hassan?” he asked.

“White two-story building at the back”, Alejandro replied and two seconds later they entered the gate and he didn’t have time anymore to think about your height, nor your skull mask that seemed to compliment his own and the fact that your utility straps nicely showed off your thighs. 

-

But all these thoughts and much more rushed through his mind after he had helped you out of the river. 

It had already been hard for him to breathe with his mask but your experience with yours had been much worse, the cloth wasn’t exactly made for missions involved with water and you - in your words “almost got waterboarded back there”. 

Added to the harsh landing in the river and the bullet graze on your left arm, you weren’t exactly feeling your best and you felt exhausted for a moment, so much so that you had to drag your limbs out of the water when it was your turn. 

The soldier in front of you turned around and you looked up at him from your cowering position where you had temporarily bandaged your wound.

Ghost offered you his hand and you took it. 

“Thanks” you huffed and he pulled you up with more force than necessary which messed with your balance and made you take a step forward. 

He could see a waterdroplet on the tip of your eyelashes and his heart stuttered when he noticed how close you two suddenly were. Your loud breathing made his ears tingle and he took a step back, though not letting go of your hand. 

“You good, Chryso?”, he asked, ignoring his imagination where you were panting for a different reason. Jesus Christ, you were injured. And he hadn’t even seen your face yet.

You nodded and he let go of your, pointing at your left arm. 

“I’ll bandage your arm in the car, that wrap is a sad excuse of first aid.” 

You huffed in annoyance but he saw how your eyes turned into slight halfmoons again, showing him that you were actually smiling.

“Whatever, lieutenant.”

You walked past him, waving your hand in dismissal and he followed you, a small grin on his lips, definitely not sneaking a glance at that ass in those wet black cargo pants. 

-

“I’m really curious... What kind of muppet name is Chryso?”

Alejandro snorted. “Y dale.”

You sighed beside Ghost while he secured the re-wrapped bandage. Soap looked at you through the front mirror.

“We had this guy in my unit, Turner, he was a huge biology nerd. When he first met me, he just said ‘Chrysocyon brachyurus’  which is the scientific name for the maned wolf in South America.”

Soap tilted his head in confusion when Alejandro laughed. “Okay...?”

The colonel tapped the steering wheel. “They have really long legs, hermano. Really long.”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Prompt{ Naughty }: 6:“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

Character: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Fandom: Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare ii

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI,Sex against the counter top,P in the V, Cream Pie, implied breeding kink { you can’t tell me this man doesn’t have a breeding kink.} Light fingering, quickie.

A/n: I wrote this while at work on my two breaks. I also feel like ass so I apologize if this sucks.

Spotting you in the kitchen Simon slowly walked towards you, he didn’t know what you were doing but at the moment he really didn’t care. He just wanted you and with you two being alone he damn well was going to take advantage of it.

“Hello love.” He grasped your hips, your fingers slowly running up your thighs then towards your breasts. He couldn’t help but feel a little pleased hearing that moan escape your lips.

“S-Simon…can’t you wait two seconds…you think being a soldier you’d learn some discipline.” You nearly jumped feeling him give your breast a squeeze.

Snorting, Simon nuzzled his nose into your neck. His teeth nipping the skin. 

“Now how can behave myself love when you’re wearing such a pretty dress.”

Feeling warmth creep up your neck you nearly jumped feeling his hand slide under your dress, his fingers moving near the hem of your panties. “Simon, I have to stuff the turkey soon.”

Scoffing he pushed his fingers into your warmth, your fingers clutching the counter top as he pressed into you, your teeth sinking into your lip. You could feel him straining in his jeans, you honestly wondered how long the man was thinking about it.

“You know Y/n.The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

Shivering, you felt a shiver run up your spine as the man gave your ass a squeeze. “If you want I’ll stop darlin.” He whispered. “Just tell me and I’ll stop.”

Chest heaving you could feel yourself growing more warm and you did not know if it was the turkey cooking in the oven or Simon pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy. “No! Don’t stop, just make it quick.”

Chuckling deeply, he rubbed your clit. The man loved hearing you moan, those little whimpers falling from your lips. “That’s my girl.” He whispered pushing your dress passed your ass, hiking it up on your hips. You shivered hearing the zipper of his pants. It did not take long for the man to be inside of you, thrusting deeply as you were pressed into the counter top.

“You feel so good love, now don’t hold back on me.”Simon whispered against your neck as he quickly thrusted into you.

You had wished he would take his time, keep it slow but with your family and squad 141 come over soon you knew that it would have to wait for another time.

A cry tearing your throat from a hard thrust, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Simon not making it easier for you with one hand playing with your breast, messaging the nipple while the other rubbed your clit. Your fingers clutching the counter top so tightly your knuckles turning white as your husband chuckled deeply. His voice deep as he whispered how good you felt, how much of a good girl you were for taking him.

“I’m going to fill you. You’re gonna take all of me love.” Biting your neck you cried out his name. Your walls clenching around his cock as he continued to thrust through your orgasm. Your juices coating home, your thighs.

Another whimper when you felt him squeeze your breast. His other hand pulling away as he wove his through yours, holding your hand as he finally released in you. His cum coating your walls, a shiver running down your spin. You never felt this full, you nearly collapsed against the countertop. Simon chuckling deeply as he placed a kiss to your neck.

“I can’t not wait for you to have my child.” He whispered removing himself from your warmth as he pulled your panties up then fixed your dress.

The man giving you smile, it was always rare to see Simon smile. He seemed to only reserve those for you and you hoped it would be for your child too. Biting your lip you shook your head quickly fixing your har as he tucked himself away in his jeans just in time for the doorbell to ring.

“Let’s hope that keeps you satisfied until everyone is gone….let’s hope Soap won’t say anything.” You muttered squeezing your thighs wondering if you should change.

Giving your hips a squeeze, Simon kissed your head then walked towards the door. “I’ll him if he did.”

A chuckle escaped your lips, you knew that was a lie but you also knew Simon wouldn’t let him off that easy.

[emberphantom]

I’m sorry, and I hope I’m out of the loop on this, bc there’s NO way the GhostSoap fandom is overlooking this bit of dialogue from the last MW2 campaign mission: 

Soap: I just need a weapon. 

Ghost: Make one. 

Soap, softly: Aye. Like old times, huh Lt? 

Ghost: Seems like yesterday... 

Soap: It was yesterday... 

I can’t imagine being on comms with them. They’re so fucking annoying (affectionate). like can y’all not go FIVE MINUTES... 

[abedofroses]

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[kissyghosty]

i know this has probably been done before but. here's my little take on a soapghost wingies au hehe

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Ghost would have more raven-like wings: sleek and shear. However, they're in very rough shape. There's many feathers missing and the remaining ones are very worse for wear. He doesn't let people see them and likes to forget they're there at all. if someone were to stop and look at him, they'd notice that notice a blue sheen to them in the light, but few are able to see them beyond "plain and black" in the rare chance they're exposed.

ghost prefers to keep his wings tucked away behind/inside clothing. very much a "if i can't see it, it doesn't exist" mentality. a lot of people doubt he even has them at all. he has a horrible habit of plucking feathers when stressed but manages to hide them in disposal bins so no one is aware.

Soap has wings like a Red-Winged blackbird: they're very shiny and bright! he loves showing them off because yeah. he will purposefully flap them in peoples' spaces/faces to irritate them. theyre bright and colorful like he is :]

as for little silly habits!! i like to think there's some sort of lil display of affection/trust in giving shed feathers to people the person cares about a lot. so soap does that to ghost a lot. ghost may be oblivious to what it means--he might even take it the wrong way at first, seeing it as soap showing off

ghost would wrap himself in his wings [while alone] as a sort of comfort tactic. he hates them, he really does, but it's something he can't fight when he's mentally exhausted.

for some, preening is a huge matter of trust. ghost falls in this category, to the point where he hasn't let anyone help him shed feathers in many years. instead, he harshly drags his fingers through his feathers to get rid of old ones.

soap lets others in the 141 preen his wings, as he trusts them. his go-to is gaz [very thorough and efficient, doesn't mind being slapped in the face once or twice, and good company]. as he works his way up the trust ladder with ghost, he does preening for ghost. ghost is worried he's gonna be horrible at it and accidentally hurt soap so he's hesitant to for a while. eventually, he warms up to it and he ends up being very gentle and considerate.

once soap and ghost are close, soap will drape his wing[s] over ghost while sitting next to him or laying next to him. ghost about cries on the spot.

ummm that's it for now i can add on later lol. just brainrot

[applesconez]

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley

[vvh1sk3y]

Kissing headcanons for Ghost (and whoever else you’d like)?? 🥺 thank you, you’re the best!

character(s) simon “ghost” riley, gen!reader

warning(s): kissy kissy smooch smooch (sfw though)

simon kissed a girl a few times when he was 15/16 and well, that was it. he won’t talk about it or admit that he hasn’t kissed anyone since he was a teenager.

the first time you kissed him, he didn’t have his mask on. he didn’t initiate it nor did he exactly expect it. he sat there with his frickin eyes open and didn’t move his lips.

as time went on he got much more comfortable and initiated it far more.

he likes when you hold his face or when he has his arms around you while you kiss :)

simon likes it when you kiss any part of him, especially his tattoos. especially his tattoos.

if he has his mask on for any particular reason, don’t try to lift it to kiss him. he’d much rather have it off.

he refuses to kiss you in the morning because he’s afraid his breath is bad (dental hygiene king)

[aliensleia]

just a medic. (simon riley x gn!reader)

Summary: Simon (Ghost) Riley finds himself infatuated with Bravo Team’s field medic.

Warnings: Mentions of military lingo,and  death.

A/N: Hey! This story was inspired by a headcanon I found on TikTok made by the user @/nicoledawsonwrites. I hope you all enjoy and please reblog/like if you did, it really helps my account reach more people! This story has the possibility of multiple parts. Also, sorry if some military jargon is inaccurate. This is just for fun! - Aurora

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 He noticed. He always noticed.

Ghost paid close attention to your every move. Some would classify such behavior as creepy or stalker-ish, but he didn’t see it that way.

No, he was keeping a watchful eye over you. Making sure you didn’t make any stupid mistakes, and if you did, he’d be there to help you.

He will never forget the first time he saw you. Bravo Team and himself were responsible for a capture or kill assignment targeting a known terrorist organization leader. As he walked up and down the jet’s floor, barking orders at his men before the landing, he caught a glimpse of you. Your small frame contrasted against the bulky gear and muscular bodies surrounding you. He glanced down at your vest, noticing your medical equipment bag and your military medic patch. 

Field Medic, Ghost thought to himself. He had never seen you before. You looked young, making him wonder how quickly you climbed the ranks in your training to be where you currently are.

The mission was unsuccessful, many casualties and injuries were sustained during the fighting. Throughout the chaos, he found himself wondering where you were. He couldn’t shake the thought of you, weaving through the bodies on the battlefield, attempting to save as many as you could. 

Back at the base, Bravo Team and Task Force 141 were debriefing the unfortunate events of the mission. Multiple casualties, many injured, and the leader of the terrorist organization had escaped with no sign of where they were heading. The mood in the boardroom was grim, but General Shephard had good news concerning the well-being of the injured soldiers.

“Due to _________’s quick work, it’s looking like the injured will have to endure minimal recovery time. You boys should see them in a matter of weeks.”

That was the first time he heard your name. 

Now, you were Bravo Team’s assigned field medic. Ghost saw you often on base, walking and conversing with other members of your team happily. To him, you seemed too young and carefree for your line of work. He had never spoken to you, and planned to keep it that way. Ghost had a way of scaring people off.

At least that was his plan.

While on a mission in Switzerland, Bravo Team and Task Force 141 were ordered to invade a terrorist intel base in hopes of retrieving information on the group’s leader. Things got messy, and Ghost was too preoccupied to notice a bullet had grazed his left bicep. The mission was labelled successful, as no casualties were counted and intel was found of the terrorist leader. However, Ghost was left with a blood-soaked shirt and much-needed medical assistance

In the plane on the way back to the base, field medic _________ stitched up his arm. This was when Ghost began to really notice you.

As you took care of him, Ghost couldn’t help but watch you. He watched your gentle fingers clean up his gash. He watched your nose scrunch as you focused on threading the stitching needle. He watched you place your hand on his uninjured arm, gaze into his eyes, and say “This is going to be painful.” before you begin stitching his wound.

He laid in bed that night thinking of how soft you were with him. How you seemed to deeply care about his well-being. Ghost hadn’t experienced anything like that in a long, long time. It was nice that someone appeared to care for him. He found himself wondering what it might be like if you only cared for him in that way. But before his mind could venture too far, he reminded himself of who you really are. Just a medic.

Ghost continued to be taken care of by you after missions. He liked it. In fact, he liked being taken care of by you a little too much. Over his many battlefield injuries, he began to learn your little quirks. He knew that you hated the smell of the sanitizing alcohol pads you had to use so often. You said it reminded you of some bad memories as a child. He knew that you always had a difficult time threading the stitching needle. You said you used to have trouble with it in training as well. But most importantly, Ghost knew that you cared for him. After everytime you took care of his injuries, you’d grab onto his arm, look him in the eyes and say “Please be more careful. I don’t like to see you hurt.”

Those two sentences were enough to send Ghost into a blushing fit beneath his mask. Everytime you said those words to him, he’d think about it all night long. In his uncomfortable bunk, he’d lie awake replaying the entire scenario in his head over and over again. Eventually, just the memories of you became too little. He wanted to be with you all of the time, but more importantly, he wanted to keep himself safe for you. He couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you through his actions.

Ghost tried to keep his mind clear of you, he really did. But, he couldn’t help but look at you every chance he got. You were quickly infiltrating his every thought. During team meetings his eyes would always drift to your seat in the room.  He started matching up his meal times with yours, just so he could watch you eat in the cafe. When he went on missions, he tried to exhibit self-preservation. He no longer took life-threatening risks on the battlefield for the sake of a win. He was still the same soldier, just a little safer. 

Then, Ghost’s world came crashing down.

In the jet on the way back from a mission in Al Mazrah, he found himself sitting next to you. It truly wasn’t intentional, but Ghost took full advantage of his position.

“So, how’d you end up here?” Ghost said, placing his elbows on his thighs as he adjusted himself in his seat.

This was the first time Ghost had tried to make conversation with you outside of you fixing up his injuries. He was trying to be polite, something he was not used to being.

“Um, I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with my career.” You said, unsure of the situation. “So, I ended up enlisting.” Ghost had never tried to have a conversation with you, so why was he engaging now?

Ghost nodded his head in response, nervously fidgeting with the fraying strings hanging from his gloves. 

“How old are you?” Ghost asked, trying to keep his voice down so the men surrounding the two of you wouldn’t hear.

“Old enough.” 

The teasing tone of your sent chills down Ghost’s spine. He looked over at you and saw the small smile you were giving him. 

I’m so fucked. Ghost thought to himself. The suggestive tone in your voice had wrecked his mind and body, sending him into flustered shock.

He looked over at you once again. Now, you were distracted. The several rolls of bandages in your medic bag were on your lap and you attempted to organize them. Ghost noticed the thin layer of sweat on your arms and face, glistening in the low light of the jet. Your lips parted and you breathed heavily while attempting to focus on your task at hand. 

Ghost was really glad he wore a mask. Otherwise, his blushing cheeks would have been obvious. He tried his best to position himself in a way where his growing erection wouldn’t be noticeable. 

He was in deep shit now.

Ghost hadn’t been attracted to anyone like this in his entire life. This wasn’t just some schoolyard crush. No, he was infatuated with you. Not only did you give him loving attention, but you were also insanely attractive. 

Ghost went straight to his bunk when the jet arrived back at the base. Truth be told, he was freaking out. He didn’t even know how to regulate his current emotions, he couldn’t add in this now. As he laid in his bed, Ghost thought of all of the ways he could put an end to these feelings.

He couldn’t find a solution.

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Happy Ending | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Note: This has been ghosting around in my head for some time now because of the song "Wallpaper" by Megan Cromwell. I noticed that whenever I don't have the pressure of a request in the back of my head for a story it's much easier to write. That's why I wrote this rather easily and quickly. I just wanted to post something again lol. So yeah, have some good ol' super dramatic angst. I'll be more active again hopefully.

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Unrequited Love, Mentions of NSFW Stuff, Trauma, Reader has some Issues

Summary: Ghost wants a happy ending but not with you.

Word Count: ~2k

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Masterlist

Call sign: Vigil

"We can't do this anymore."

You had known from the start that sleeping with him was a bad idea.

Generally, people advise you against sleeping with a co-worker. Because it makes things complicated. Even more complicated when you're both in the military.

Because technically you’re not allowed to fuck, your actions could be clouded by emotions, potentially risking not only your but the lives of your fellow operators as well. But that little clause in your contract was printed in that tiny font, and so you decided to ignore it.

It didn’t stop you from getting involved with your lieutenant. You were never a big fan of rules after all. Your rank as a sergeant after so many years of service in the military said enough about that.

But at the start, you truly believed that a physical relationship with him wouldn't cause trouble to you or anyone else.

You thought you had it under control. At least in the beginning.

Yes, you had been attracted to him since your first meeting when you had signed your contract with Taskforce 141. Mysterious men were your thing, and he embodied such a man with his skull mask.

So yeah, you did allow yourself to daydream about him, and have some dirty thoughts every once in a while. It wasn’t like you were the only one.

You were attracted to him and you knew he was attracted to you. It was mutual and actually pretty obvious.

You could feel his searing gaze on you just a few days after you had joined the taskforce; the way his eyes trailed up and down your body. The looks he gave you were charged with want.

But attraction doesn't necessarily lead to a romantic relationship, right?

He was a good-looking man in your opinion; tall, rugged, buff, with muscles and fat in the right places, just the way you liked it.

His face couldn't be considered conveniently attractive yet that made it so much better for you. The arch in his brows, the dark eyebags, the scars on his cheeks, his cheekbones. He was your type. And his rough appearance fuelled the fire in your lower stomach and your imagination.

What was the harm in joining him in the sheets and having a bit of fun? It wasn't like you loved him.

That’s what you had asked yourself.

It was much better to get rid of your pent-up frustration with him instead of a toy or a rare one-night stand when you were off-duty.  And damn, was he good in bed.

Rough, fast-paced, keen to try out every possible position, and not shy of pleasing you. You could've expected it. He was a man who wasn't afraid to get down and dirty. Dirt, blood, sweat, and other fluids... It didn't matter.

Short summary: It was pure ecstasy every time.

You two had lots of fun together in lots of different positions and locations, and that was all it was. Just some fun.

No strings attached, as you both declared at the start. Just fuckbuddies.

"I'm not a relationship kind of guy, Y/N" he had told you after you had spent your first time together.

You had snorted because shit, you weren't either. Both of you were too broken and bruised by the baggage of your pasts. Your traumas would probably weigh you both down in the long run. So you were fine with the line he had drawn between you.

It was okay. No emotions, no obligations, no lovey-dovey shit, just a means to an end.

Just a meeting in your room after a mission, a phone call on your days off, then a quick meet-up in a hotel. Just pleasure. Not love.

Until it wasn't just that anymore.

You two had settled into a routine where he would join you in your room late every other night.

After you had pleasured each other enough, he would leave soon after, and somehow - with time, you began to miss the warmth next to you on your bed.

The feeling came slowly creeping, and it took you by surprise.

You never asked him to stay; you didn't dare cross the line. To ask for a bit more affection. But you wished.

That he held you just a bit closer during the act. That he remained next to you just for a few more minutes after it. That he kissed your scars, your lips. That he touched you as if you were something, someone precious to him. Someone important.

Sure, you liked it when he treated you like an unbreakable object when his grip left bruises on your body - in a way, they satisfied your need for more. They marked you as his. But just for once, you wanted to be treasured by him. To feel that you meant something more to him.

You didn't know when your feelings for him had turned into a fluttering mess in your chest. He wasn't just a means to an end anymore. You valued him. Not just as a soldier who had your back. Not just as a friend. But as a man, a partner. A man you wanted close to you. For the rest of your life. No matter how long that would be.

Because Simon had done something no one else had been able to do before.

He made you wish. For a future. A future with him.

He made you wish to be better, to be a little less broken. To pick up the pieces that had once made you whole. You wanted to be better. A better version of yourself. For him. To have a chance to be truly happy. To get that fairy tale life others dream about – you once had dreamed about when you were younger, your shoulders lighter.

His attention made you excel, it made you stronger, faster, harder. You were just better when he was around. A better soldier, a better woman, a happier person.

And you thought, no, believed that he understood that. That he helped you to be better. That you needed him. Not just in your bed, but by your side. As your other half.

You both were people of few words, so you thought that through your actions, your eagerness during missions, and your gentle touches during your time together, you conveyed all these feelings. That he got it, saw how you felt about him.

But you never spelled it out. Never said; I've come to love you.

Just let these feelings simmer under your heart, hoping that one day he'd get what you felt for him.

"We can't do this anymore, Vigil."

You'd love to say that it came as a surprise when he, one day, called you to meet up and told you these words.

But you knew subconsciously. Felt it. Long before he actually said the words, they were coming.

His calls had been less frequent, his visits rarer, and to your confusion, his eyes began to look different whenever you saw him. They looked clearer, and happier.

Only after you saw him at the party after your successful operation in Chicago did you understand. He did look happier.

But not because of you.

And only then did you realize that your brain had played a trick on you. You were so consumed by your feelings for him that you didn't realize how big the rift between you two had gotten.

He laughed.

Simon Riley laughed heartily for the first time since you knew him. Not just one of his usual chuckles that he reserved for your or Soap's jokes.

No, true deep laughter that came from deep within his chest.

And all because of a joke that the woman next to him had told him.

You didn't know her; you had never even seen her face before. She was a complete stranger to you, and yet Ghost rested a hand on her hip as if she belonged to him. As if she was his fucking girlfriend.

Soap looked at you, then who you were staring at.

"That's Ghost's new lass, I heard. Can't believe that guy found someone before us, eh? Surprised me too, I tell ya."

His words were like poison, and you tasted bile in your mouth. So much made sense to you now.

"Why not? I thought you liked it?! I enjoy it every time."

"That's not relevant anymore. I'm just telling you, Y/N. This thing is done. I won't come here anymore."

"But-"

"Let's just forget this happened, alright?"

"...."

"Okay."

You hadn't even been able to argue. Or tell him your feelings.

After all, you were the one who said you could never be in a relationship with him or fall in love with him. It was pathetic to get back on your words and admit it in front of him.

So you just shut your mouth and accepted his words for the time being.

A tiny voice in your head whispered that you could tell him your feelings later when he calmed down a bit. When he started to miss you.

You knew the whole situation with Hassan was getting to him and the others, so you cut him some slack. You thought he would change his mind. Believed it. Blindly.

But now, here you were. Looking like a fool. Feeling like one. Being one.

And the thing was, you couldn't even say anything to him.

He was the one who made you happy. Who made you want to be better. Less traumatized, more whole.

You could see in his eyes that she was that to him. Not you.

So, what right did you have to intervene?

You wanted him to be happy, after all.

How could you deny him that? You both had gone through so much.

She seemed to be the complete opposite of you. She basically glowed in the room, her smile radiant, and her aura was light as if the world had blessed her to never know hardship.

Her frame was soft, and her skin unblemished, untainted by the cruelty and darkness that existed in the world.

You couldn't help but compare yourself to her.

Your cracks, the marks of your trauma, made themselves known through various scars on your body. Your hands were rough, covered with old blisters; so unlike hers, and you were all jagged and sharp edges, while she looked so cute and bubbly.

You could see her appeal, and it hurt to think that way, but in another world, in different circumstances, you could see her as your potential friend. She just had the appearance and aura of someone who people gravitated toward. A soothing soul.

In that sense, you could understand Ghost. Why he searched her side. But you fucking hated it.

As lovely as she seemed, right now in this bar; you couldn't help but despise her.

She took him from you.

A voice whispered in your head. The ugliness of that thought made you want to throw up, because didn't it prove that you weren't completely right in the head?

Ghost wasn't your property. He had his own free will, and just because she appeared didn't mean she stole him away.

After all, he never belonged to you anyway.

This was probably why Ghost didn't chose you, you thought to yourself. Your ugly jealousy and possessiveness were rearing their heads.

I wouldn't choose myself either.

You felt like crying, but you couldn't even do that.

You hadn't cried for years now, and although the pain in your heart was worse than any of the bullet wounds you had received during your career, not a single tear welled up in your eyes.

You were truly broken. And the man who could fix you wasn't at your side. He would never be.

You looked at the two of them once more. An ugly thing clawed at your chest, begging to get out. Your vision turned red. You clenched your fists.

You had to get out of here. Now.

"You okay, Vigil?" Soap asked next to you, noticing that you seemed a bit off.

"Yeah. I just- think I didn't turn my stove off. I got to go."

You mumbled before you turned around and hurried to the exit of the bar. Soap tried to protest, but you were out the door before he could even finish his sentence:

"But you just arrived- Damn... off she goes."

He sighed and looked towards that woman and Ghost. They made eye contact. As if Simon was already looking at him. Or you.