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[hina-hina]

Perhaps when you’re ready can you write a Ghost and Soft!Reader and their child?😭❤️ I love your writing by the way!❤️❤️

Hello friend!! This is such a cute idea to go along with the soft!Reader series!! I'm so happy with how well received that post is and I'm loving everyones comments and ideas (ﾉ*ФωФ)ﾉ Hope you enjoy this one, thank you for requesting and I'm glad you like my writing!! (I put aside my final paper for class so I could post this today o_o)

I guess this is kinda a series now so chronologically it goes Soft!Reader post, Ghost getting secretly married post, then this one!

|| Ghost and Soft!Reader with a Child ||

Warnings: cursing, labor mentions, some angst

Ghost had been on deployment when you found out you were pregnant

You were shocked an unsure of how Ghost was going to react when he found out

but also really excited

Despite the two of you doing video calls whenever he could, you kept it a secret until he got back from deployment

You put the pregnancy test in a small gift box and wait for him to arrive

You are filled with anxiety all day, worried about what his reaction would be

When he comes in, you can already tell he is extremely tired so you don't want to bombard him immediately

So you hug him when he comes through the door, pull up his balaclava, and give him a few soft kisses

He immediately relaxes, happy to be home

You instruct him to go take a shower and he goes without fuss

When he comes back out in a simple black t-shirt and sweats, his wedding band still attached to its chain hanging from his neck, you feel your heart skip a beat

"Sit down," You instruct

"Awful bossy this evening, aye?" He teases, but does it anyway, small smile on his maskless face

"Hush!"

You present the small box to him, biting your lower lip nervously

He raises an eyebrow, large hands coming up over the box as he shifts his eyes between it and you

He opens it gently, staring at the small device for a moment before his eyes widen

"Your...."

Sets the box aside and immediately stands

"Your being serious?"

You simply nod and his eyes shift down to your stomach before he grabs you into a hug

He would be scared and distant at first, he would need time to process

I do think he would be good with kids

Once you two talk it out, he would become completely on board

Ghost is a girl dad, fight me

Would be so nervous when he goes to appointments with you

He Is so used to the good things in his life being taken away,

When he learns its a girl, he becomes slightly uneasy

He's not sure how he's gonna be with a kid period but knowing its a girl? He is terrified

Nonetheless, he finds himself buying things that he thinks you would like for the baby anyway

would hate it if he had to go back onto deployment before the baby is born

You reassure him you'll be fine and he reassures you he will be back for the birth

An ultrasound picture is placed alongside the picture of you in his breast pocket

Eventually tells his team he's going to have a baby and they are in shock, even more so than before

Imagine you go into labor early and he almost misses it

He shows up still in uniform (minus the weapons bc there isn't anyway he is getting into a hospital with all that on) and black grease paint still smudged around his eyes

But, damnit, he's there

Is scared shitless during labor

He doesn't want anything to happen to either of you

But you deliver the baby and it's handed to him and she looks so small in his hands o(*////▽////*)q

Tears fill his eyes and he feels his cold heart thaw a little more

He gets leave for a little while to take care of you and the baby

He doesn't want to leave you two but you reassure him that you know his work is important

You make him promise to always come back to the two of you

The little girl grows up looking up to Ghost a lot and he feels he doesn't deserve it but loves it anyway

Whenever he comes back, he wants to spend as much time with the two of you as possible

He sends her letters that you read to her before bed

She helps you make care package and includes her drawings

A third picture is put into the pocket, one with all three of you

He brags about all of his daughters accomplishments to his teammates

Imagine one day he decides to surprise her at school when he comes back home

So after you drop her off, you go and pick Ghost up

The two of you go to her school and the teacher sends her to the principal's office

Ghost is waiting there with you, uneasy about being around so many people but when he sees his little girl? He is GONE

She comes in and immediately brights, running to her dad

Immediately drops to his knees to hug her when she comes running at him

Hugs her so close, then stands and goes over and grabs you too

He has never been this happy to be home

[multi-fandomlovers-world]

141+Alejandro, Rodolfo and Konig Finding Their S/O Asleep

TW: SFW, Very Fluffy

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Simon "Ghost" Riley:

With his job, he never really knows what time he'll be home. Most of the time, it ends up being late at night

You usually try and stay up til he gets home but tonight you were more tired than usual

You curled up onto the couch and ended up falling asleep with the TV on, playing whatever that was on

When Simon arrived home, he walked into the living room, finding you curled up and fast asleep

He admires you from afar before getting down his knees and caressing the side of your cheek, pushing your hair out of your face

He's fallen back in love with you all over again ❣️

He kisses the side of your forehead as he turns off the TV and picks you up, carrying you into the bedroom

He murmurs how much he loves you, that you are his world

He makes sure he doesn't wake you as he sets you down on the bed and lays besides you, wrapping his arms around you and falling asleep with you in his arms

John "Soap" Mactavish:

Like Ghost, he never knows what time he'll be home either but he will always send you a text, letting you know when he's on the way

You normally are up and waiting for him to come through the door, but you found yourself more tired than nornal

You got yourself comfy on the bed and ended up falling asleep

When John arrives home, he tries to stay quiet, trying to make sure he doesn't wake you up Incase if you are asleep

Once he reaches the bedroom, he sees you are fast asleep. He drops his stuff silently and changes into a fresh clothes

He smiles at the sight of you. To him, you look so peaceful. He caresses the side of your cheek and you find yourself waking up from his touch

He's so head over heels for you (Literally)

"Hey, Bonnie, I'm home. God I missed you so much"- John says, in a whisper voice as you pull him in and kiss him passionately

He holds you and you end up falling back asleep on his chest while he runs his hand through your hair and falls asleep

John "Captain" Price:

If John was at home, he's usually trying to spend time with you or he gets caught up with work or going over reports

He'd been working most of the day and you'd ask him if he could come be with you for a bit so he could take a break

He tells you he'll be with you soon ( 2 or 3 hours later cause he's a workaholic sometimes)

Some time had gone by, you decided to go lay down on the bed and fall asleep

John stopped what he was doing and realised you hadn't come in to check on hin in awhile. While he's on the phone with Kate, he walks into the bedroom, finding you asleep

"John is everything ok?"

"Yeah.. yeah Kate. Everything's great. It's just the misses. I'll talk to you when we get back on base", John says, hanging up the phone with Kate and goes over to lay next to you

He covers you up with a blanket and admires you. You look so beautiful to him. He kisses your cheek

After that, he's wrapped his arms around you and ends up falling asleep next to you.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

If Gaz is at home, he's normally spending so much time with you before another mission comes up. He doesn't want to waste any time and prefers to spend quality time with you

One day, you asked him if he could help fix the sink and he did. You tried to help him out but started feeling tired so you went to go lay down on the couch

"Hey babe, do you ha-" He stops talking, as he sees you peacefully asleep on the couch.

He comes over and kisses your forehead then covers you up with a blanket.

"My beautiful girl" Gaz says before he goes to finish the sink before laying down next to you and holding you by your waist

While your asleep, he's fixated on you and how beautiful you look. Your his everything

He'll think of his future with you and how amazing it would be. Keeping you in his life is what he wants

Alejandro "Colonel" Vargas:

Like Price, he tends to get worked up in his job sometimes but once he's with you, he's all yours

You were spending time together since it was his day off and ended up lounging outside on a nice day

Alejandro was finishing up cleaning up the grill from a cookout that you and Alejandro did

As he was talking to you, he noticed that you weren't saying much so he turned around and saw you fast asleep

He smiled and admired you before picking you up and taking you inside to the bedroom, resting your head on the pillow.

He pushed your hair out of the way and kissed you softly on your temple

"I love you, mi amor. Mi vida"

He forgets that he needs to clean because he's focused on you. You're his love, life and treasure. He ends up laying next to you and cuddling with you

He runs his hand over your shoulder and through your hair, looking at how beautiful you are to him. He ends up falling asleep next to you

Rodolfo "Second-In-Command" Parra:

Once he's away from work, he's all yours. Work isn't his priority once he's home

He knew that you had a long day at work this day so he ended up taking care of you. He gave you some tea as well as ending up making lunch for you and him

He listens to your long day and gives you plenty of kisses and hugs to help brighten your day

Once he hears you go quiet, he stops everything and goes to check on you

He comes into the bedroom to find you fast asleep on the bed. He leans against the wall and smiles, admiring you from a distance for a second

After this, he'll cover you up with a blanket and end up laying next to you. He caresses your cheek or back. Around this time, he's thinking that you're the only one for him and that's all he wants

"Soy tan afortunado de tenerte. Te amo mucho (I'm so lucky to have you. I love you so much)"

Konig:

Once he's done with work, the only thing that is running through his mind is going home to you and spending time with you

As soon as he gets home, he calls out for you but no answer. He reaches the bedroom, to find you asleep peacefully

He smiles and pushes the hair out of your face, taking off your glasses that you left on and placing the book on the bed stand

He lays next to you and pulls you close to him, leaving no space between the two of you but is careful enough so you don't wake up

He hears you hum softly and snuggle into his chest

"Maus, you are my greatest love and treasure. I love you so so much" he mumbles against you and kisses your cheek

He lays there with you, not moving an inch and daydreams of his life with you, how he'd want to be with you and only you.

After some time, he ends up falling asleep next to you and feels whole, knowing he has you

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Play the Song: Part 6: A Little Quieter

Task Force 141 needs a new sniper and despite their complaints, they're assigned Flash, a joke-making, ABBA-listening, 20-year-old sharpshooter with better aim than the whole team combined. In other words, Ghost is practically handed the love of his life but he needs time to adjust because she's a firecracker.  

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Warnings/Tags: !graphic depictions of panic attacks!, references to suicide attempts (no descriptions), references to SA (no descriptions), Age gap (20/30-32), gore, descriptions of injury/blood/wounds, swearing, weapons, justified angst, tooth rotting fluff, I can fix him he just needs a hug, warning for an excessively bad taste in music, slow burn, protective ghost, family dynamic, big brother soap has an attitude problem, father figure Price, wholesome brother Gaz, touch starved Ghost, eventual smut, praise, thigh riding, unprotected (wrap it up people), size kink, oral f receiving, ghost will do anything to get his dick sucked, idk I’m sure it will get dirtier as I go, shifting POV

A/N: Here is the long chapter I promised you! Sorry its so late... I may have indulged in a glass of wine.. or two.. so after I re-edit tomorrow it might be an entirely new chapter. OKAY IM DONE TALKING NOW ENJOY!

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Side note: All of these characters are fictional! Please don’t be weird about their real life actors, leave them out of this and be respectful!

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★Flash

Flash wakes quietly, eyes blinking open to see a dark expanse of a desert, and she has a blissful few moments of tranquility before her dreams come rushing back.

Her cheeks flush when she turns to Ghost, there was no way he could tell what her dreams had been about, but the thought of him somehow seeing the rated R images her mind conjured up horrifies her. Being so busy at the academy, even with her own room, leaving little time to indulge in more carnal desires. It had been years since Flash had even kissed someone, meaning it took an embarrassingly small amount of action to light the candle nestled between her thighs. In her defense, Ghost wasn’t much better, when he had stood between her knees that first night, Flash could see the way his hands shook with nerves and the uneven rise and fall of his chest. If it hadn’t been for his tense posture when leaving the bathroom, she would have guessed he’d, well, relieved himself. The thought of him getting off to her has Flash pressing her thighs together in embarrassment. Jesus, she needed to get her shit together.

Once she’s collected her thoughts enough to focus on their surroundings, Flash notices the music is playing again, this time at a lower volume. She smiles softly at the image of him turning on her music and flipping through the songs.

“Do you like the music?” She murmurs, stifling a yawn with her hand. Ghost turns quickly to look at her, he must’ve not noticed her earlier fidgeting. He clears his throat before answering. Flash finds his embarrassment endearing.

“I’m usually too busy to think about listening to music,” He drums his fingers against the wheel once before continuing. His voice is softer this time, “Yes I’m enjoying it.”

Flash feels her smile grow at his admittance, giddy at the idea of him opening up, to her no less. She wants to press, to ask him about his favorite genre, if he has one, or if he’s ever listened to ABBA (a personal favorite of hers). But she schools her excitement, knowing pushing would get her nothing. She chooses a safer response.

“I’m glad.” She resists the urge to reach out and touch him, fingers itching to peel the mask up over the cut on his chin and patch it up herself, the blood has soaked through the dark material and wound a path down his neck. She instead settles on resting her head against the seat to watch him as he drives, doing her best to ignore his exposed forearms and the way they flex whenever he makes a turn.

“Me too.” This new side of Ghost has Flash melting into her seat, the gruff man that was shoving her to the side just the day before was peacefully sitting next to her listening to Fleetwood Mac. Oh, the wonders of the world.

_____

Even in the dark, Flash is still able to see the rough outline of the compound. The area is dimly lit with small orange lights glowing around the perimeter of the concrete building, giving it an almost halo effect. It’s a lot smaller than she was expecting, dwarfed by the staggering height of the academy, the compound and its attached airport were pitiful.

When Ghost stops the van in front of the building he’s quick to step out and start towards the compound, leaving Flash scrambling to collect her things and jog after him.

“What’s with the rush big guy?” She says, feeling more at ease after their less than life changing conversation.

“I have things I need to do.” His tone is short and as soon as he finishes, Flash realizes that the sort of comradery that they had going in the van was no longer an option, her smile falters a bit, but she doesn’t let it ruin her entire mood.

While they were still in their friendship arc, Ghost had told her about Gaz. He’d mentioned that they might get along well, as long as she didn’t take his title. It took her a few minutes of pestering and promising to be silent for the rest of the ride to get Ghost to admit that Gaz is the proclaimed baby of the group. Supposedly, Price let him have first dibs on seconds. She made a bet that she’d have his spot in less than three days, and she was ready to get her 20 dollars.

Ghost holds the door open for her and watches as she thumps through the small space with her bag. When she turns to thank him, he’s already made it halfway down a hallway to their left. Flash huffs a breath in his direction and turns back to survey the large room in front of her. It's cozier than she was expecting. Although the room is made entirely of concrete, a handful of mismatched rugs make it feel less industrial. To her right, opposite the hallway of doors, is a small kitchen, separated from the rest of the room with a curved counter space. It has a small stove, fridge, and a table that looks like it's been taken out of an REI magazine with its bench seats. Further into the space, there’s a cobbled together living room, two worn armchairs facing a hideous orange loveseat.

There's three men there now, watching a black and white film on the small tv perched atop a rickety wardrobe. All three turn to look at Flash when the door closes loudly behind her. She gives them a sheepish smile.

“Hi?”

“Flash!” Soap jumps over the arm of the loveseat and walks towards her. “I thought we agreed Ghost was going to leave you with the cargo.” He teases.

When he gets close enough, Flash shoves his shoulder.

“And I here I thought I’d finally found my team.” She retorts and relishes in the pinch of his brow. He opens his mouth but a hand clamps down on his shoulder before he can speak. Vargas, or Alejandro as Ghost had called him in the van, steps around Soap to smile at Flash.

“If it isn’t our little Protector de Fantasmas.” He says slyly.

It takes Flash a moment but when she’s able to decipher what he said her body stiffens.

“Relax Rubia, word spreads fast around here.” Alejandro leans against Soap’s shoulder with an elbow, much to his annoyance. “He told me you had two of his men down before Ghost had recovered. That’s some impressive work.”

“I didn’t end up here by getting lucky.” She says and immediately regrets it. Flash is so used to defending her position that she doesn’t even recognize his words as a compliment, but from the earnest look on his face, she can tell he means it.

“Luck has nothing to do with it.” He says with a half smile and Flash returns it in full, hoping it would smooth over her harsh comment.

Soap clears his throat and shoves Alejandro’s arm off his shoulder, supposedly done with their conversation. He turns away from her to gesture at the third man who is hovering a few feet away from the group.

“Flash, this is Gaz.”

He’s younger than she expected, and cuter too. He looks like a cover model for an airport magazine, bronzed skin and perfectly straight teeth that make her flush when he smiles. A classic case of too handsome to be human. She wants to ask him what position he played on his high school rugby team but decides against it at the last minute. First impressions are important.

“Hi.” She says and sticks a hand out, kicking herself for being so formal.

He takes her hand but instead of shaking it, he pulls her into a hug, clapping her on the back a few times. Flash is so close she can smell the remnants of his cologne, she can’t quite place it, but it brings her back to the Hollister across from her favorite smoothie shop.

When he releases her, the bag hanging from her hand weighs a few more pounds, and her cheeks burn a bit hotter.

“Welcome to the team Flash.” Gaz bumps against Soap’s shoulder a bit rougher than necessary. “I’m excited to have someone to talk to from this century.”

Soap shoves him back and gives him a pointed glare,

“What the fuck do ya’ mean?”

“I mean,” Gaz gets out between his laughter, “I don’t always want to hear about your suffering during the potato famine.”

Flash laughs loudly at this, once again basking in Soap's wounded expression. Maybe she would have to become allies with Gaz instead. Alejandro shakes his head at them before interrupting their squabble.

“I’m heading out if this is what our conversations have divulged.” He grabs his things from the endearingly rustic table and salutes Flash. “See you soon Rubia.”

She salutes back and ignores Soap and Gaz’s offended looks, watching Alejandro leave through the same door she and Ghost had entered through.

“Let me show you to your room,” Gaz says, apparently done with his pestering, and Flash realizes halfway through a yawn, how tired she is.

“That would be amazing.” She says with a sleepy smile.

Gaz leads her and a moping Soap down the same hallway Ghost had disappeared through and stops in front of the second to the last door.

“This will be your room for now,” He gestures to the solid oak door and grimaces before continuing, “The building was not built with the expectation of women so the bathroom is shared between two rooms. I’m sure you and Ghost can figure out a system.”

Flash’s eyes widen at his words. She’d be sharing a bathroom with Ghost? Jesus have mercy on her poor soul.

“Ghost? You mean I can’t share with you? Or Price?” Gaz seems to catch onto her panic and lets out a barking laugh.

“No sadly I have to share a bathroom with this pig of a man,” He says and kicks Soap in the foot. She almost feels bad for him. Almost. “And Price got the only room with an attached bathroom.”

Flash curses and takes a steeling breath. This is far from the worst thing she’s endured. But the idea of sharing such an intimate space with such a private person has her heart racing.

“I’m sure it won't be much different from your dorms.” Soap says and Flash can’t believe she’s gotten both pity and reassurance from the two. She really must have drawn the short straw.

“I had my own rooms at the academy.” She grumbles and both men look at her in disbelief so she awkwardly pieces together an explanation, “When you’re young and better than a lot of men, they like to find ways to keep their ego inflated. Nothing too bad ever happened. It was more of a precaution.”

Flash feels awkward opening up to two people she’s known less than a week, but it gives her a sense of relief to finally tell someone. Soap gives her a sad smile and Gaz rests a warm hand on her shoulder.

“You won't have to worry about that here then. Go in and get settled, we already ate but you’re free to have whatever’s in the fridge.” Gaz gives her another one of his dazzling smiles and turns to leave with Soap.

Flash is quick to shut herself in the room, already blinking back tears. So this is what they meant when the other recruits talked about finding a family. All of her years of training suddenly feel worth it.

She bites her tongue as another wave of emotion rolls over at the sight of her room. It actually looks like a bedroom. A large bed takes up most of the space, framed by two small nightstands, and a plain oak wardrobe rests against the far wall next to a full mirror. It's simple, but the warm light spilling from the bedside lamp ties the room together with a gold bow.

What she see’s next though, has her heart leaping into her throat. Her iPod has been set on the nightstand, next to the carefully wrapped shape of her headphones that she’d so carelessly left in the van. He’d been in here?

Flash sets her bag on the bed before walking carefully through the door to her left, not wanting to risk a creaking board under the carpet. They definitely didn’t hold back this time. A long counter with two porcelain sinks stretches the distance of the bathroom, across from it, there’s not only a standing shower but a large clawfoot bathtub. It's been years since Flash has taken a real bath and she nearly caves at the sight of it. The door at the far side of the room keeps her focused. Still stepping lightly, she stops right in front of the door and raises her fist to knock against it. She hesitates at first, her fist only gliding across the wood surface before she’s knocking harder.

There’s no answer at first, but when she knocks again she hears a muffled come in. Flash falters for a moment, she hadn’t prepared for him to actually answer. She takes a deep breath and turns the handle, pushing the door open.

The breath she’d taken is immediately knocked from her chest when she sees Ghost writing at a desk. He’s dressed down to a tight black shirt and a pair of jeans, an outfit that despite its conservativeness, has Flash feeling like she needs to cover her eyes. The balaclava is crooked at his neck, obviously hastily put on, and the thought of him sitting just a room away without it makes her stomach flip.

“Can I help you?” His rough voice has whatever sad excuse Flash had for interrupting him flying out of her head. She recovers quickly though.

“I wanted to thank you for bringing my things in.” She says quietly and he just shrugs, not looking up from his journal.

Flash hovers for a second, looking around his room in hopes to find another conversation starter. Ghost’s room is nearly identical to hers, sans desk. His bed is rumpled but the rest of his room is in near perfect condition. When her eyes land on the small stack of books on his wardrobe she sees her opportunity.

“Could I borrow a book?” He does look up at this, wordlessly glancing between her and the stack. “I forgot my charger and I have a hard time falling asleep without my music. Maybe if I read I can bore myself to sleep, not that you’re books are boring! I just mean it might be relaxing.” She knows she’s rambling but she’s to distracted by the tilt of his head to care.

“Go ahead.” He says, waving a careless hand toward them and returning to his task

Flash quickly walks to the stack, grabs the first one, and retreats back to the doorway. It’s clear that he’s waiting for her to leave, but she can’t bring herself to shut the door behind her.

“How does your chin feel? That guy hit you pretty hard.” She says hesitantly.

“I cleaned it.” Ghost huffs in an uninterested tone.

“Are you sure? It looked bad from where I was sitting.”

There are a few seconds of silence and during them, Flash watches Ghost relax a bit further into the wooden chair.

“I’m fine Flash” His voice is softer now, and when he says her name, a warm shiver runs up her spine.

“Okay then, well, goodnight?” It comes out as more of a question and she kicks herself for being so easily affected. He doesn’t respond right away and she’s about to close the door when he finally speaks up,

“Goodnight.” She almost misses it, but when she hears his quiet reply she practically slams the door shut, running through the bathroom and throwing herself onto the bed.

It takes a tremendous amount of strength to peel herself from the covers to clean up in the bathroom and it takes even more to not look at every product he has next to the sink and in the shower.

When she's finally settled, old western novel in hand, she doesn't even make it through the first page before nodding off.

______

Their little dance goes on like this for the next two weeks. Despite her constant protesting, Flash is left at the compound to train with Price while Soap, Gaz, and Ghost run through several small busts. None of them memorable enough to recount when she comes barreling into his room upon his return. Her presence has become more bearable. After seeing their team's appointed psychiatrist, he’d been put on a heavier dose of anxiety medication. When Price found out, he insisted that Ghost also make a point to talk to the doctor about his problems. Claiming that their team needed him at his strongest. That's where he is today. Sitting in the conference room, now a makeshift therapy room.

Comforted by the notion of doctor-patient confidentiality, Ghost lets the hard set of his shoulders relax against the green armchair of the psychiatrists office. Opposite of him sitting at a large oak desk, Dr. Marks, a balding eccentric psychiatrist who he’d been becoming more familiar with over the last two weeks. The doctor sighs as he flips through the various medical records in Ghost’s file before closing it entirely and shoving it to the side of his desk.

“And you said that your only side effect has been trouble falling asleep?” He didn’t want to admit it, but the pills have been helping. He’s only taken them a handful of times since having the dosage upped, but they did their job a bit too well. With a clearer mind, Ghost is able to identify his source of panic much quicker, but that also meant that nights spent alone were filled with images that he simultaneously craved and loathed. That had been their topic of conversation this past week, Ghost’s unflinching desire for domestic life.

“Yes.” Ghost mutters.

“I can prescribe you a light sedative, nothing too strong, and in a small amount. You can refill it as you run out.” Dr. Marks leans back in his rather antique looking leather chair and rubs a hand against the silver scruff on his jaw, giving him that same sad smile. “I’m sure you can understand why.”

Ghost gives him a curt nod, not wanting to open up more room for discussion on the subject.

The doctor seems to pick up on it and swiftly changes the topic, already used to Ghost’s aversions to that certain page in his file.

“Have you thought any more about what I told you last session?” Dr. Marks asks softly.

“I’ve thought about it, yes.” Ghost says, avoiding eye contact by picking at the rough linen fabric of his own armchair.

“And?”

“It’s not going to happen.”

When Ghost looks up he can see the pity in the doctor's eyes. It’s seemingly the only way people know how to look at him like he's something that’s needing coddling. Except for her, and that’s his problem.

“There is still an opportunity for happiness, it’s in there Simon. When you’re ready to bear it, it will find its way back to you.”

“How can it find me if I can’t even find myself.” Ghost sags further into the cushion of the armchair, choosing to observe the dark wood grain of the desk rather than the eyes staring straight through him. He already regrets opening his mouth.

“You’re a lot closer to finding yourself than you think. Sometimes we need assistance though, and that’s okay.”

Ghost huffs a quiet laugh at his words and stands, ready to be out of the suddenly stifling atmosphere. Dr. Marks stands with him, reaching a hand across the table. When Ghost takes it, rather than shaking them, the doctor rests his other hand on top and gives their clasping hands a gentle squeeze.

“You’re still young. Don’t let your past control your future, it can be suffocating but you’re stronger than you think.” Dr. Marks gives him a kinder look now, one that has Ghost’s throat tightening. He needs to get out.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. I’ll let you know when the prescription comes in, I don’t have a small enough dose I can give you now but it shouldn’t be too long.” It’s again followed by the same ‘I feel guilty but don’t know what to say' look that he dreads so much.

Ghost gives him another nod and covers the space between his chair and the door in just a few strides, opening and closing it quickly without looking back.

Before he even reaches the doorway he can hear her laugh. A bright sound that warms his chest and leaves him a bit breathless. When he does walk into the room he sees Flash, Soap, and Gaz sitting around the kitchen table arguing over a card game. From the looks of it, Soap is losing, he’s slumped back against the wall glaring daggers at Gaz while drawing cards from the main deck.

Ghost turns to look at Price who is sitting in one of the two armchairs facing the kitchen, watching the three with a smile on his face. He strides over and takes the chair next to him.

“How’d it go?” Price’s eyes don’t leave the group.

“Better. I’m getting something to help with my sleep.” He says with a sigh.

Price does turn to look at him now, brows furrowing.

“We won’t have any problems will we?” Ghost feels the burn of shame on his cheeks.

“No. Small doses.”

“Good.”

They go silent after that. Both turn to focus back on the rowdy group. Ghost finds himself zoning in on Flash. Her laughter has turned the apples of her cheeks a rosy pink and even from across the room he can see the way her eyes shine. That same tingling tightness that has plagued Ghost for the past week returns at the sight, squeezing the breath out of his lungs in a warm embrace.

“She’s a sweet one that girl.” Price says, gesturing towards Flash with the bottle in his hand. “It makes me worry.”

Gaz, taking advantage of Soap’s bathroom break, has started slipping cards into his hand left on the table. Flash is bent at the waist laughing, wiping away tears, and begging Gaz to stop before he returns.

“I wouldn’t.” Ghost says distractedly. Price raises an eyebrow at him.

“You would know?” Price’s gaze softens as he takes in Ghost watching her. “You’ve taken a liking to her then?”

Ghost stiffens at his words but doesn’t bother arguing, Price is the only one he doesn’t bother lying to. He’s able to see through Ghost’s rough exterior wall too easily.

“You know I can’t.” Ghost's voice is a near whisper.

“It’s not against code, young as she is she’s just as much of a Lieutenant as you are.” Price says softly. Ghost turns to look at him, missing Soap’s boisterous reaction to his now deck of a hand.

“We both know it’s not that.” He mutters.

“You can’t shut everyone out forever Ghost.” Price says before taking a sip out of his bottle.

Ghost is about to tell Price that he absolutely can when a voice shouts across the room for him,

“C’mon Ghost! Come play with us!” Flash yells while beaming in his direction and Ghost feels his knees weaken at her excitement over him playing a game, it was usually quite the opposite. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d sat and listened to Soap and Gaz complain about having to be on his team. It was never done on purpose, but it still struck that small chord that rested at the base of his skull. The one that was currently urging him to take the seat next to Flash and forget about the warning sirens going off in every other part of his brain.

“I’m heading off to bed.” He says instead, knowing nothing good would come of it. Flash frowns at him for a moment but then shrugs her shoulders. He stands from the chair and starts towards the hallway of rooms.

“Awe well I’ll just take Soap up on his offer. He said we could go,” Flash scrunches her nose and turns a questioning gaze to Soap, ”what did you say?”

Soap looks at Ghost with a devilish smirk and even though he’s speaking to Flash, Soap keeps his eyes locked with Ghosts.

“I said we could go practice her poker with Alejandro’s boys.” Soap says simply. Ghost freezes and all earlier hesitation evaporates.

“How do you play the game?”

[the-tyler-as-in-skyler]

ghost plus head cannons :33

flags from top to bottom: transmasculine, demiflux, gay man w/ the autism rainbow infinity, demiromantic

he’s trans and gay and arospec and autistic bc i’m all those things and i say so

this is very sketchy bc it’s my first time drawing him and i don’t wanna spend ten hours on a dumb little doodle

also why are his tattoos so complicated???

[asmicity-writes]

Cuddling w Konig <3

Warnings: None

Sorry, part two is not available anymore :(

Pic:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

At first, he's worried that he might squish you to death in bed because well... size diff. You don't have the amount of muscle padding that he has, and he's aware! So when you start to cuddle n stuff, you had to start slow. Also, he was super nervous about it too because hes just a lil shy ykwim.

"Ahhh." Konig groans, sitting on the bed, making it lopsided due to his weight.

You were in bed, laying there innocently. You're eyes were half opened as you looked at him through your lashes. Konig places his mask down, and he whispers.

"Are you asleep, mein liebling?"

He places his rough hands on your pillowy thighs underneath your sheets, and rubs them. he spoons your figure and wraps his arms around your waist.

This was so out of character for your colonel, he was probably very sleepy. He brushes his hand and tangles it in your hair.

"So pretty..." he mumbles.

The moment your bodies molded together, you get tired. and start softly snoring.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

-asmicity

a/n: As i write more, i started to realise i dont feel that comfortable writing NSFW for u guys. I get that you may like it but idk... theres lots of creators that do it too, so mayb ask them. Im rlly sorry yall :( ill be rewriting part two though. 💌

[alwaysshallow]

Isa baby please can we have ghost be told NO for some work stuff by higher ranked! Reader and him to be like

🤪🤪 why does this make me horny 🤪🤪

You’re mad as hell.

You should say something to him after ordering him to go to your office, you know it. You should address all the things that irritate you right now, but you physically can’t bring yourself to it—not when your desire is to bite into his throat. It’s not leader-ish, it’s not you since you never scream at your team. Yet, you have to clench your fists, so they won’t land on his pretty face.

“Won’t you even look at me?” he asks, and somehow it makes you even more mad at him. A low laugh escapes your mouth, as you shake your head with disbelief. His audacity is fucking insane.

As you look up at him, you can’t help but notice the way he just smirks under that simple balaclava he has. It’s almost arrogant in a way, like he’s completely unfazed by your emotions and what he did.

"You disobeyed my orders," you speak up, slowly, deliberately—it’s the only way of speaking that won’t have you screaming at him. “Then, you proceed to lead the entire team under your command, even if I told you otherwise.”

His brown eyes harden a little, but he’s not less amused, as he takes a step forward in your direction. "I did what I thought fit for the situation," Simon says. Riley’s tone is insistent, not leaving a pole in a discussion; a great leader trait, you'd normally think of it.

But right now, this tone makes you furious because he’s not the leader. He’s someone that should obey, someone that shouldn’t even question your choices on the battlefield since you are the one giving orders. Not him.

“Right. Completely putting people at risk, instead of backing out despite we had everything,” you grit through your teeth. The next words you want to say are tough, so you clean your throat and take a deep breath before actually saying them. “You’re off the mission.”

The atmosphere between you two can be cut with the knife. Not only he doesn’t speak to you for a good minute, but he looks at you with a confused look in his eyes. “What the fuck?”

Of course he’d react this way, you think. Nothing new, nothing surprising—at least not with Simon Riley. “I can’t have you sabotaging my mission because you did something that fit the situation.”

“Sabotaging your mission,” he laughs. You lean against the wall when he takes another few steps in your direction, and you tilt your head at him for a better view. “It fits the situation because ‘m savin’ your bloody ass, colonel.”

“I don’t remember asking for it.” You furrow your eyebrows, trying to calm down. It’s hard enough with being mad at him, but even harder when he's chest to chest proximity, towering over you.

“You don’t have to ask. I’ll do it anyway, whether you want it or not.” He shrugs; for a moment, your words die in your throat.

Whether you want it or not.

You shouldn’t feel so hot and bothered right now. Yet, you can’t really help it, as he leans down to your eye level, so you don’t have to have your chin up anymore.

“Should take you off missions with me, then?” you ask. It’s obvious that the question startles him a bit, as he scoffs.

“You can’t do that, love. Wouldn’t do you any good, would it?”

“As far as I remember, I call the shots. Not you, so I’d be careful.”

He hums, completely ignoring the slight warning in your words; his eyes drop to your lips, like he doesn’t care about anything you said before. “I want to kiss you.”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the heat radiating all over your face. “I could have you suspended for insubordination right here, right now, lieutenant, and you think about—”

You don’t get to finish that sentence, as he pulls his balaclava a little over his nose and he pushes his lips into yours. Forceful kiss at first, evolves into the mutual battle of domination; maybe it’s the rank type of thing considering how eagerly you fight, but you can’t do it for long. Not when his hands lands on your hips and your back hits the wall

“I don’t think,” he pants out, his lips still against yours, “that you get how I care about you. You want to piss me off and send me off the mission? Do it. But I’ll be here anyway.”

“I could call the general on you,” you squeak weakly, as he picks you up and sits you on your desk.

“Then fuckin’ do it,” he growls, looking into your eyes—you do not look away, under any circumstances. It would only grow his ego bigger. “No one could protect you like I do. I’m on your command and you like it.”

The evident cockiness in his voice has you trembling, not to mention the lips on your cleavage, as he kisses the skin here. “On my command? You’d do whatever I want you to do?”

He smirks, lazily. “Isn’t that what I just said, love?”

You bite your lip more; it’s gonna be a bloody mess here in a minute, but you can’t care less right now. “Take off the mask,” you say. He tilts his head like a puppy, confused, as his back straightens. “You’re not fucking with me with this thing on.”

And oh, how quickly he throws his balaclava behind him, not even caring about where it lands. It's just your words that get him, the way you're so sure when you say it. It doesn't take him long to get rid of your pants either, kneeling right in front of you.

"'m gonna take," he murmurs to your thigh, gnawing at the skin, "such a good care of you, love. Gonna make this pussy all mine."

It takes one swipe of his tongue to know that he's right.

[centaurisolarflare]

König NSFW Headcannons

It’s the quiet ones; it’s always the quiet ones. NSFW, obviously, minors DNI (SFW headcannons here). A lot of x reader babbling because I am down horrendous for this man. Again, this got incredibly out of hand, and I needed to just stop. Enjoy the filth, my loves.

- I wholeheartedly believe this man is amazing at foreplay. Maybe it’s inadvertent, but he wants to experience as much of you as he can for as long as he can. He loves just kissing you and feeling your body move against his, he wants the time to trace over every inch of you. He’s fascinated by the way your muscles and bones move under your skin and he loves mapping out any freckles/moles/marks/scars/etc you have.

- Treats sex like a skill, something he can hone, something he will make himself good at it for you. He catalogs your responses, memorizes your facial expressions, and takes careful note of how each touch affects you. He wants to be deliberate about how he makes you feel; he puts so much effort into learning how your body reacts to him until he’s an expert at taking you apart piece by piece.

- Praise this man. Do it. All the time. Tell him how good he’s doing, how sweet he is, how good he makes you feel, how beautiful he looks. He’ll blush and duck his head, but he thrives on your words.

        -- He’ll whine when you grab his jaw and make him look at you. Make him repeat your praise back to you, make him say that he’s so pretty, that he’s such a good boy, make him say he’s yours and yours alone. Make him stumble through the compliments and clench around him when he’s nearly got the words out properly; laugh when he cuts himself off with a gasp and moans and flexes his fingers into your skin, and make him say the praise again.

- Marks. He wants them and wants to give them. He wants dark bruises that are impossible for him to ignore with the way they ache every time he moves his neck. He wants bite marks everywhere and he wants scratches on his back and arms. He doesn’t mind if you make him bleed with your nails or teeth; he wants to keep the stinging feeling for as long as possible. Definitely the type to press his fingers hard against his bruises to feel them hurt and to make them stay longer. When they eventually do fade, he wants you to give him new ones immediately. If you want marks too, he’ll go just as feral on you.

        -- Can’t think straight when you unabashedly show off the marks he gave you. Because he knew he was doing then, he knew there’d be marks when he was sucking and biting at your skin again and again. He knew there’d be bruises where he held onto you a little too hard. But you’d moaned so sweet and told him to keep going, to cover you, and how could he have refused? Now, in the light of day, in public, with people around, he can’t help but flinch at the openness you share them with the world. Because people see. Fuck, people stare at the patchwork of mottled bruises and aggravated blood vessels on your neck, your chest, your collar bones. At the line of dark hickeys stretching from just below your ear, down the beautiful line of your throat, across your chest to where they disappear under your shirt. At the clear shape of his fingertips bruised into your hip when your shirt rides up as you reach for something – something you didn’t even have to reach for because he’s right here and the size of a fucking mountain. You just grin and wink when he puts a hand on your side and grabs the thing for you, and he goes beet red because that’s- that’s how you got that bruise in the first place, from his hand sprawled out against you, fingers gripping into your soft flesh, and his head is fuzzy with it as he snatches his hand back. And you go about your business cool as can be, as if you’re totally unaware of the people around and what you’re doing to him. You’re in a grocery store for fucks sake. It’s agonizing and he’s so conflicted because he’s so antsy about the attention, but he also just wants to mark you up even more. People see and they see you with him and they know. They know he did that to you; they know you let him do that to you. They know, and he feels half wild with it, a little drunk with how they know you’re his because you’re showing them you’re his.

        -- He likes giving you hickeys even in non-sexual situations too – for example, if you’re sitting in his lap reading, he’s got his nose pressed against your neck and he’s mouthing at the side of your throat and across your shoulders, and you just end up with several bruises sucked into your skin. He just really likes doing it.

- Before being involved with you he actively tried to ignore his body. Being so tall and imposing served him well for his jobs in the military, and his muscles were a product of maintaining that use, but outside of work his build was just something that drew more unwanted attention to him. The first time you got his shirt off you took a stunned moment to step back and sweep your eyes over him, and he was immediately on edge. The nervous feeling, the anticipation of your disapproval, half dissipated when you locked your bright eyes on his with a sharp grin and yanked him down into a hungry kiss.

        -- The first time you saw his cock he would have laughed – if he weren’t so nervous – at the wide-eyed, parted-lips look you gave him. He jumped in surprise when you took him in your hand and groaned at the feel of him. He timidly asked if you were alright and nearly laughed again when you rushed out a breathless string of “König there’s no fucking way you think this is average, I’m going to kill you if you think this is normal, I’m literally going to sue if you’re unaware of how fucking big you are, fuck”. He didn’t respond verbally, but shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “how should I have known?” and does start smiling at your incredulous grumbling. Nothing had prepared him for the dark stab of heat through his gut when you looked your pretty eyes up at him and said, with all the earnest sincerity in the world, “You’re gonna split me in half, big boy; I’m gonna feel you for days.”

        -- Now he can’t get enough of watching your face as he pushes his cock into you. The way you whine as he guides your hips down. He is mesmerized by the visible bulge in your stomach when he’s all the way inside of you, watching it reappear each time he sinks into you – he pressed his palm flat down on it for the first time and nearly came right then and there when you choked out the most pathetic, keening noise he’s ever heard and scrabbled to grab at his biceps.

        -- Fucks you against the wall, holding you up with his hands tight on your waist, sliding you down on his cock like you’re a fucking toy, listening to your punched out gasps each time he fills you.

        -- He loves how he has to take his time getting even his fingers inside you.

        -- Loves how he can easily hold both of your wrists in one hand and how large his hands look against your body

        -- Loves when you’re on top and you settle into his lap, gasping for air because you swear you can feel him in your fucking throat, panting against his neck about how big he is. When you push his shoulders down and splay your fingers out across his abdomen and bounce in his lap. When you make him hold his arms above his head – looking down at him as you take his cock again and again – telling him how good he is, how pretty he looks letting you use him, the stuttered “y-yes ma’am” he manages to choke out when you ask him point blank if he likes getting used like this, if he’d let you ride him until you’re satiated but he’s still hard and aching.

        -- Fucked you in front of a mirror – both of you on your knees, you in front of him between his thighs, with one of his arms banded across your stomach, his hand covering your hip, and the other up around your throat with his forearm pressed against your chest – and, fuck, it nearly ruined him to see how his body dwarfed yours. He held you tight against his chest, occasionally ducking his head down to suck busies into your throat and shoulders, but he mostly made you keep your eyes on him through the mirror. Watched the way your breath hitched as he fucked into you, the way you wanted to crumple forwards when he snaked his hand down between your legs but the other hand around your throat kept you upright, murmuring against your ear about how beautiful you are and how you take him so well.  

- All the above size kink shenanigans being said, he won’t fuck you until you’re ready for it. No matter how desperate you are, how much you beg him to just put his cock in you already, he won’t. Not until he’s worked you open with his fingers and tongue and he’s absolutely sure he won’t hurt you. He furrows his brows with this cute little frown when you beg him and promise you’ll be fine, like he can’t believe how desperate you are for his cock, and tells you how “no, you are not supposed to be this tight, it will not feel good for you, let me relax you, let me make you feel good”

        -- And on that note, he loves you absolutely dripping for him. Slick and hot and already sensitive. He wants you close to crying for it by the time he pushes his cock into you.

- He will shove his fingers in your mouth and press down on your tongue as he fucks you.

- He fucking loves eating you out. Like to an obsessive degree. He’s gotten so damn good at it that it’s impossible to say no. Sometimes when his mind is too busy and too fast, he just wants to lick into you until all he can focus on is how you taste, your hands tugging at his hair, and the sweet noises you make for him. He’s gotten off so many times rutting against the sheets just from having his head between your thighs; the first time it happened he was so embarrassed, and you were just stunned and amazed that he came practically untouched from how much he enjoyed pleasuring you like that, you had to reassure him that you weren’t mad or disappointed and he got so sheepish when you explained exactly how hot it was.

        -- This man wants you to sit on his face so fucking badly but he’s too shy to say anything. The moment you bring it up or ask him about it he is hauling you up his body, desperate to get his mouth on you. Doesn’t let you hover, he wraps his arms up around your legs, fingers digging into the soft flesh on the inside of your thighs, and pulls you down until you settle your full weight on him. Eats like he’s fucking starved, cannot get enough of the taste of you. He’ll watch you the whole time he does it, starring up at you with such a blaze in his eyes that it’s honestly a little frightening, he’s so intense about it but he just doesn’t want to miss any of how beautifully your body shakes for him. You’re reminded of his sheer strength when he won’t let you up; he doesn’t even bother with words, he just makes a dissatisfied noise against you and seals you down with an iron grip. You’ll literally have to be crying from overstimulation and yanking at his hair to get him to take his fucking mouth off you.

- I think he’d prefer to give you oral but of course he loves when you suck him off, seeing you look up at him through your lashes and wrap your pretty lips around his cock. Loves watching you struggle to take as much of him as you can.

        -- When you first started giving him blowjobs, he had no idea what to do with his hands and even when you told him he could touch and even pull your hair he was so afraid of hurting you.

        -- Holds your jaw/cheek and hair so gently, even when his hands are shaking and he’s fucking into your mouth. He’s downright ashamed of how much he likes it when you take him too far and gag, how he loves seeing the tears gather in your eyes when you try to take him in your throat.

        -- Loves when you’re mean about it – jerking him off and sucking the head of his cock until he can’t stand it but not letting him cum, popping off him with a filthy wet noise, asking him what’s wrong as he gasps and bucks his hips because you’re rubbing your thumb over his slit and it feels so good but he thinks he’s going to die from it.

- Along that topic, he loves edging and love-hates overstimulation. I think he’s got fantastic stamina so you’ve either got to have him fuck you several times or edge him within an inch of his life. Loves that desperate feeling when you bring him so close to cumming only to back off, over and over again until everything is hazy and all he knows how to do is beg you to let him finish. When you don’t stop after he cums he gets this quick sharp realization that he’s absolutely screwed because it’s too much and now he’s begging you to stop, whimpering and twitching his hips but it’s too much and he’s got tears running down his face and you’re telling him he can cum again.

        -- Overstimulates you all the time because, again, stamina, and because he just fundamentally can’t get enough of you. Loves when you’re shaking, clawing at him and sobbing with these little hiccup gasps, and can barely say anything except his name and “please”

- Okay, okay, I said about how he loves watching you put on makeup. So maybe, maybe, one day he’d let/ask you to put some on him. Just to see how it looks, how it feels to have on. He loves the look of concentration you fix on him the entire time, getting a little bashful when you hold his chin and appraise your work before grabbing something for the next step. When you’re done you sit with him as he looks in the mirror and he’s shocked. He wasn’t sure what he expected from this curiosity, but it isn’t heavy, and he doesn’t look like a clown. He looks… pretty. You’ve made him look soft and delicate, like he deserves the shimmer you’ve put at the corners of his eyes and the faint color on his lips. It twists something equal parts visceral and shameful in his gut, but his cock certainty takes interest in the proceedings when you tell him how beautiful he looks and how he’d look even better with the lip-gloss smeared and the mascara running down his cheeks.

- Another thing I alluded to in my last sfw headcannons list: he’s cum in his pants before. That specific time I was talking about I think would be the first time he ever did it and he was fucking mortified. Like, would have run out of the room had you not been literally in his lap. He’s blushing so badly you can practically feel the heat coming off his face. He’s not even trying to talk; he’s just got his head tilted back with his hands pressed to his face. Mortified. He didn’t mean to. Obviously, he didn’t mean to. But you were so close to him, and you smelled so good, and you were kissing him – licking into his mouth like you wanted to consume him, biting at his lower lip, pulling the collar of his shirt aside so you could mouth and nip at his throat, barely giving him time to breathe. He was so hard it was nearly painful and all any of his senses could pick up on was you and he just. He just came in his fucking pants. And now he feels like he’s going to cry. But you’re speaking to him softly and nudging his hands away from his bright red face and you’re smiling at him. Once he calms down enough for you to convince him that you don’t think he’s pathetic he watches, transfixed, as you skim your fingers over the wet patch on his pants and he full-body shivers at the way you’re looking at him – all heat and predatory intent – and he’s still just trying to wrap his head around the fact that you still want him even after he made such a fool out of himself. It’s definitely not the last time it happens, given how much you like to wind him up, and he gets a little more comfortable with the whole thing as you repeatedly tell him how much you like seeing him lose it.

- While we’re talking about cumming, he loves to cum inside you. He buries himself as deep as possible, which is pretty fuckin’ deep, and stays pressed as close as he can the entire time he cums. Then he pulls out and holds your thighs apart with bruising strength and just watches you twitch as his cum leaks out of you. He fucking groans at the sight like you’ve pulled the sound out of his lungs. He’ll push it back into you with his fingers just to watch it leak out again.

- Tall man. Well-muscled man. Hmm. He absolutely does the Knee Thing. If you’re making out laying down and he’s half-kneeling, leaning over you with his weight braced on his forearms, he’ll absolutely be slotting his leg between yours, pressing his thigh firmly against you. The first time he does it instinctively, just by nature of being as big as he is and trying to balance above you but also be as close as possible. He’s amazed that you feel so strongly about such a simple action but when you start to buck your hips against his leg, he vows to always do it. Which means he later figures out he can shove his thigh up between your legs while he’s got you backed against a wall; and because he’s so tall he can force you to drop almost all of your weight on him, your toes barely touching the floor as you squirm.

- So, I also think he’d really like thigh-riding. He loves seeing you so desperate and grinding against him, too needy and impatient to do anything else. He loves how you whine and grab his shoulders and try to get the perfect friction. He’ll move you himself, guiding you with his hands gripping your hips. Loves how you react when he flexes the thick, corded muscle against you. Seeing you fall apart like this kind of makes him understand why you like seeing him cum in his pants.

- He is so incredibly careful with you. The very last thing he wants to do is hurt you, he’d never forgive himself. I think one of his limits is he won’t hit/slap you in any form. Even if you’re into it, he can’t shake the sickening feeling that he’d be hurting you so it’s a go-no. He was shaky but vehement when he told you it was just something he couldn’t do.

- I also don’t think he be a fan of any sort of degradation – he wants to be praised and all he wants to do is praise you. He’d never call you any degrading names.

- Loves lazy morning sex and any instance where you two have time to be slow and he can just hold you and kiss you everywhere he can reach.

- He loves tying you up, loves the trust you place in him when you let him restrict your mobility. I think he’d really enjoy shibari (intricate rope bondage). He likes the artistic and technical aspect of the knots; it’s an almost therapeutic process to create different patterns and restraints across your body. He likes how relaxed and calm you get, pliant as he shifts you around, the dopey-eyed looks and lazy smiles and contented hums you give him. He loves the way the rope looks against your skin, and he loves the marks they leave after. He loves the intimacy of tying you up, the intensity of having you tied up, and the returning intimacy of untying you – he murmurs praise to you as he removes the rope, he presses kisses at each place he undoes a knot, rubbing your muscles and soothing the skin that has marks.

        -- I don’t think he’d be particularly into bondage on himself. The most he’d do is a pair of soft leather cuffs, but if he’s ever been captured and tied up or cuffed by an enemy then he will absolutely not like bondage on him.

        -- That being said, I think he absolutely fucking thrives with mental bondage. You tell him to keep his arms at his sides and he will not move them. You tell him to keep his wrists crossed above his head and that’s where they’ll stay until you tell him otherwise. You tell him not to move his hips, to keep his hands on the headboard, to keep his mouth open, you tell him anything and he will do it. It doesn’t matter that you don’t actually have the strength to physically hold him down. It doesn’t matter how needy and desperate he gets, how much he shakes and whines, it doesn’t even matter if he’s crying and begging. He’s disciplined and you told him not to move so he won’t move, not one single inch.

- Aftercare king when he’s the dominant one. At a minimum he makes sure you drink water, gets you your favorite snack, makes sure you communicate how you’re feeling, tells you how good you did and how much he enjoyed you, cleans you up, and will hold you for as long as you want. This man will do anything to make sure you’re comfortable and happy.

        -- When he needs aftercare, he’d particularly need lots of reassurance. He’s always worrying about whether or not he did well with regular sex so for more intense stuff he needs your soothing words even more. I think he’d really like to have you in his lap with his arms locked around your waist and his face buried in your neck, listening to your breathing or you humming, while you rub your hands up and down his back – the soft noise and the repetitive motion grounds him and he likes to be able to smell the lingering perfume and sweat-salt on your neck. He won’t talk right away but eventually you’ll get to verbally check in with him. No matter how long you stay with him he’s always going to be a little grumpy when you tell him you have to get up and get him hydrated and clean.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

calling kortac + shadow company boys by full name randomly:

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a/n: hi! I got motivation and I’m half way done with all my requests so I decided to do this! Original idea from @lxvvie!

graves:

-he IMMEDIATELY sits up, turning his head so fast it almost gave this man whiplash

-southern mom flash backs.

-he ran, dashed, sprinted over to you with his eyes filled with actual worry, thinking you were hurt (or worse you found out he did something dumb again)

-once you told him it was just for fun and random, he just sighed and kissed you on the cheek and went back to what he was doing prior

velikan:

-this man does not give a care in the world, still reading the book he was focusing on.

-looked over at you casually with a stoic expression under his mask and then went back to reading

-chuckled under his mask when he realized that you weren’t even mad or going to ask him something

konig:

-as soon as he hears his full name he is dashing over to the room your in, apologizing for whatever he may have done and almost sliding into the window when he turned the corner

-at the verge of tears (my man has issues and his anxiety is NOT helping)

-once you apologized and said it was only for a joke he calmed down; pulling up his mask and kissing you on the cheek before hugging you and getting back to what he was doing

horangi:

-gets worried thinking your hurt and almost runs into a table- and tripped multiple times somehow

-got genuinely pissed when he found out you were just joking, walking back to what he was doing while mumbling how you should never do that again

-forgave you a bit later and cuddled you on the mess hall couch

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Last Night’s Mistake - Simon "Ghost" Riley

the morning after not proofread nothing nsfw, angsty, with a little comfort at the end female reader

A slight headache is all that remains from last night - confused, tired, achy, you slowly wake up. One by one, little sensations come to your attention. Your head hurts, your body feels warm, your hips still feel a little bit sore from where the uncomfortable skirt that you wore last night dug in. And you’re in bed, in a room, shady and quiet… with an empty space on the other side of the bed.

"Shit…" you groan, your voice a little sore from the night before. This isn’t your bed.

The floor is cool under your feet as you shakily stand up - a soreness growing in your legs. In the bedroom mirror, you inspect yourself. Though the girl staring back at you is the same girl you were last night, her hair is messed up and her face is a little flushed, her makeup having almost entirely worn off except for a hint of sparkle on her eyelids. Not to mention, she’s in nothing but her panties.

Whoever’s room this is, their wardrobe is pretty bare, the only civilian clothes being a few different t-shirts and vests, two dark-coloured hoodies, a pair of sweatpants, a pair of jeans, and some smart clothes for formal occasions. Not the cutest selection, but it would do, so you grabbed the black Led Zeppelin t-shirt and pulled it on.

Sat on his bed, you fixed your hair in the mirror as you tried to remember who he was. Little memories came back from the night before, unclear, like a half-forgotten dream. Drinks. A silver ring on his finger - not a wedding ring, you noted. You were in the car, with his rough hand on your thigh, playing with the hem of that god-awful skirt. Doors clicking, sheets ruffling, short blonde hair… oh my God, you’d fucked Simon Riley.

"Shit," you curse your idiocy, for the second time this morning.

You’ve wanted Simon, you’ve always wanted Simon, but he’s kind of a dick and not the kind of person you’d seriously want to be with. Plus, he’s a little bit older than you and not the kind of man who has girlfriends. He barely even has friends.

Finding a spare toothbrush in his bathroom, you brush your teeth, and clean yourself up with some water and his men’s face cream for lack of a moisturiser, not being able to completely remove the sparkle and shadow of eyeliner from around your eyes. But you know you can’t distract yourself for too long from facing last night’s mistake. Simon.

He’s sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea, in a pair of those plaid pyjama bottoms and a black tshirt that you’re pretty sure is exactly the same as three others you just saw in his wardrobe. He doesn’t make any effort to acknowledge you, focused on some work on his laptop. Maybe the same pit of regret over last night is sitting inside his stomach, maybe he doesn’t want to acknowledge you for fear that things won’t work out - after all, a regrettable one night stand is much more bearable than a rejection. But maybe he just doesn’t care, and you figure that’s more likely.

"Morning," you speak softly, a little taken aback by his lack of interest. It just feels so empty, and part of you is just begging him to show some emotion and put an end to this weird, uncomfortable limbo.

Of course, he doesn’t do that. He looks up at you nonchalantly, and nods, as if to say "morning. see you."

Something about that reaction hurts - even if he sees this as something mutually regrettable, the way that he dismisses your existence feels the the ultimate rejection. It’s not the sex, you figure, the sex was great. At least, that’s what the shaky aching of your legs and the marking on your neck is telling you. Maybe it was just you. And in those few seconds that you stare at each other blankly, not knowing what to add to fill the silence, all the exhaustion from last night and the discomfort of this morning hits you at once and all you want to do is cry.

"I should go," your voice falters a little, ashamed, as you head back into his bedroom to fetch the stuff you’d thrown on the floor beside his bed just last night. For a moment, before closing the door behind you, you wait for any sign of a reaction from the man on the sofa. Nothing. You close the door just as your breath starts to get shaky.

For some unclear reason, you can’t seem to get going right away. So you sit on his bed, in his shirt, staring down at the terrible skirt and the shirt you’d worn with it, thrown over your favourite bag and the same shoes you wear every time you go out because you only own two pairs of shoes. You’re so ridiculous, all teary over Simon - you knew this would happen, you knew a man like that would only use you and then make you cry. You curse him, the alcohol, the terrible skirt… but mostly, yourself. He was just a crush, something stupid and unobtainable, something no girl in her right mind would actually go near. Yet here you were.

Shivering from his weirdly cold house, you slowly pull off his tshirt, the fabric brushing against your bare back as it comes off.

"You can keep the shirt, love," a gruff voice says, "looks better on you than it does in me." A chuckle comes from behind you as you jump at the sudden intrusion, and there he is, in all his… whatever he is. Simon. He’s behind you, on the bed, with an large hand reaching out to play with the end of your hair.

"Oh…" he sighs as one of your little teardrops falls on his wrist, "you alright?"

Little teardrops keep falling, and your best efforts to keep it together are starting to fall through. It feels silly, but all the exhaustion and the rejection is too much for you, despite your best efforts to deny it.

"M’fine…" you mumble, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

"You’re not fine, you’re crying," he chuckles softly, with a hint of empathy behind the gruff tone of his voice. Something about that, about him, hurts your heart as you let out a shaky sob.

Instinctively, his strong arm wraps around your waist and pulls you in to his chest. His hands are surprisingly warm, and they cup your puffy cheeks with tender care, a rough thumb wiping away your pretty tears.

"M’sorry, darling…" he holds your face close to his, and gently leans in for a kiss. You don’t have any energy in you to resist, but you don’t really want to. Si doesn’t feel like a mistake anymore. He feels like comfort.

hope you enjoyed! that was a long one for me :3

[v1x3n]

[hina-hina]

Hi can i request a ghost x too pure for this world slash civillian reader . where reader is the total opposite of ghost like they too kind and soft and ghost met them whole reader was working in a local bookshop and they both just fall head over heels for each other 😭💗💗

Hiiii, this was such a cute request! I love the opposites attract relationships so much and imagining THE big, scary Ghost with this very sweet and kind reader is so fun!! Kinda got carried away with it, but I hope you like it!! Thank you for requesting!! (❤ ω ❤)

|| Ghost with a Soft Partner ||

Warnings: soft and flustered Ghost (^///^)

It's not often when Ghost gets to take a break from his work, but when he does it's never for very long

So, when he does get a break, he spends it doing the few things he actually likes about civilian lives

And, surprisingly, one of those things is reading

So, whenever he's in town, he likes to pick up a few books to take back to base with him

So he pulls on the most discreet civvies he owns, a black hoodie, mask, and beanie. (Because you can't very well go about in town with a skull mask without getting unwanted stares)

He doesn't like how much his hulking form sticks out in the cozy bookstore but he goes anyway

However, he immediately regrets it after he sees the confusing way the store has the books organized

Apparently noticing his confusion, you would approach to help him

He is immediately taken aback by your soft-spoken voice and demeanor as you ask if he needs help

Would take a minute to respond and not notice he's just staring at you

When he notices you starting to get nervous under his intense gaze he would immediately look away and clear his throat

"I'm lookin' for your mystery books..."

"Oh! Yes, the sorting method can get a little confusing. Just follow me!"

He is once again taken aback by your helpful attitude

It's not often people are so nice to him

You bring him to the right section and are about to leave him alone when he suddenly asks;

"Any recommendations?"

He doesn't know why he asks but he knows that he's comforted by your presence

So, the two of you talk and he ends up buying more than one of your recommendations

But eventually you have to go back to work and he has to go back home

However you find yourself stuck thinking about the large, intimidating man with a love for mystery books and he finds himself in a similar position.

So he finds himself coming back to the bookstore again

and again

He finds talking with you to be like a fresh breath of air

It makes him forget about Ghost for a while and feel like Simon again

Eventually he gets up the courage to ask you out on a date against his better judgement

So, you end up going on a date to this cutesy cafe even though he feels totally out of place because he knows you would love it

He eventually opens up about his job but tells you the bare minimum, just that he's just a military soldier is the SAS

Your shocked and slightly worried because that work is dangerous but upon reflection you know he can handle himself

He walks you home and the end of the night and when you lean in to kiss him, he pulls back

When you look at him with a hurt expression, he continues;

"Listen... I don't understand how I feel about you but I do know you deserve a hell of a lot more than me. If we do this, I have to know your sure. My work is... Dangerous. I don't want to hurt you."

You smile, "Let me worry about what I think I deserve, Simon."

You place your hands on the sides of his mask and he pauses, large hands coming up to engulf your wrists as he nods

You pull his mask down and lean up as you kiss

Eventually, he has to return to base and is worried on how the distance will affect your relationship

You reassure him though with your soft smile and tell him you'll be waiting for him to get back

He feels his heart clench with a soft affection he hadn't felt in a long time

While he's going through his things, he opens one of the books you had recommended to him only to find you had tucked a few secretly taken polaroids inside

He keeps one tucked in his breast pocket and another pinned to the wall in his room on base

While he's gone, the two of you share video calls and you send him letters

He's always so touched by the time you put into the letters and he loves knowing your still doing fine without him there

He would be SUPER protective of you

When the other guys on the 141 task force find out he has a partner, they argue over what kind of person he would look for in a partner

When he finally shows them a picture, they are all shocked because just from the picture they can tell your complete opposites

You send him care packages with books you think he would like and homemade sweets

The other guys would always ask for some but he would refuse because you made them for him

He would be reluctant to tell you about his past because he doesn't want to "corrupt" you

You tell him he's being dumb and reassure him that, when he's ready to talk, you'll be there

Would still have feelings of inadacity because he's a cold-hearted killer and your so painfully good

You reassure him that his work helps tons of people and that your proud of him

He enjoys having you read to him while he rests his head in your lap

He's definitely touch starved so he gets very flustered when you get touchy with him

He loves it tho

I can also see him sending you books, trinkets, and rocks he finds while on deployment

You keep each one he sends and display them

Prefers to spend dates indoors quietly

Would 100% fantasize about marrying you

Would encourage you to be a little less kind when people at work are mean to you or too pushy because he doesn't like the idea of not being able to defend you himself

All and all, you would just be really fluffy and cute, a much needed softness to balance out his cold demeanor

[multi-fandomlovers-world]

141+Alejandro, Rodolfo and Konig Waking up With Their S/O

TW: Fluff,Sfw, Implied NFSW

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Warning: Implied Sex, Implied,Oral Sex, Pet Names

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

He's a little excited to wake up because he knows that he has to wake up early

He sets an alarm---on vibrate because he doesn't want to wake you up. Only him. 30 minutes early because he needs to get and take his time to look at you

My god, does he look at you

He admires you because you look so peaceful. He never had the pleasure of seeing this before. To him, your form is everything and he hopes to achieve one day

But with you at his side, he has started seeing the beauty in everything because you are showing him. He grateful for this

He'd have to physically pull himself out of bed, when he could not prolong his departure any longer

If you were still asleep by the time he left, he would just kiss you softly on your forehead and leave you undisturbed.

If you are awake before he heads out, he kisses you passionately on the lips, holding both sides of your face then he'd kiss down your jawline and to your neck. You'd have to tell him to stop (even though you love it) before making him stay

"What makes you think I wouldn't take up that offer, hm? Cause I'd love to be here with you"

John "Soap" Mactavish:

HE GIVES THE BEST CUDDLES EVER

His cuddles are probably one of the main reasons why you don't want to get out of bed sometimes. He literally radiates warmth so it makes it better

He'll wake up and see you sleeping. He'll just pull you on top of him and hold you.

He doesn't even let you go for the next couple hours. He feels better knowing your closing to him

He just adores the way you feel against him. He'll caress your back lightly and press soft kisses, which makes you up.

HIS MORNING VOICE IS SO DEEP AND WILL USE IT AGAINST YOU (Only because he loves seeing your reaction)

"Morning, my love" he'd say, while kissing your cheek and smiling softly at you as he admires you. "How'd you sleep? Or do you want to sleep some more?"

His kisses can be sloppy in the morning but once he's more awake it becomes more passionate

He loves the sleepy whines you make when he rubs his stubble against your neck, stomach, your thighs, etc.

He will ALWAYS cage you in beneath him as he rolls on top of you

Sometimes, he just likes to lay on you and make sure you NO WAY to escape. He also loves looking up at you and admiring you

"We got things to do, baby!" You'd tell him but he's thinking of any way he could keep you in bed with you and cuddle all day

John "Captain" Price:

You'd always feel his beard, slightly rubbing up against your neck, your thighs,or on your face before you saw him

He likes to be the big spoon and likes to be near you. He feels comfort from this and you feel safe in his arms

He'll pull you flush against his chest if you aren't already in that position. He'll take advantage of it

He always says "Good morning, beautiful" and will give you a passionate gentle kiss on your forehead before kissing you on your lips

Let's say if you two had a particularly intense night, he would bring you breakfast ( or lunch, dinner depending on what time of the day it is) as well as tea

He will always ask you to stay in bed with him so he can admire you and look into your eyes ( He thinks you are beautiful)

You always have to remind him that the day wasn't getting any longer and eventually you two would have to get up

He wouldn't complain (because he's understanding). But he would want nothing more than to hold you in his arms and keep you close to him

Once winter comes around, he'll stay in bed and so will you. He radiates warmth

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

LITERAL ANGEL 💟

He likes to wake up before you and he'll lay there and look at you like you are a goddess

He'll pull you close into his bare chest and just rest there,feeling your breath against his skin; a reminder that you are still here and breathing

If you are awake by this time, he'll simply smileand loves the little sleepy sounds you make when you are waking up

"Good morning, bunny" He would say. He'll kiss you softly on the lips and caress your cheek. "Did you sleep well?"

LITERALLY HIS VOICE IS SO SOFT IN THE MORNING

Despite him being so young, it's time like these that he truly knows where he wants to be for the rest of his life and he wants you for the rest of his life

That's up to you as well of course.

He never truly felt like he was living-Alive- until he met you and to him, you are his treasure, his love, his everything

During his morning reflections on your relationship, he'll think of your future together. Just you and him and conjoined families through your marriage

You keep him sane, help him realise there is so much more to life than just military duties, beer and watching TV. You show him the beauty of life outside of those things

After that, he now lays there, watching you peacefully asleep, your chest rise and fall. He truly feels like you are a blessing to him and it almost makes him shred a tear. He found happiness and that's the best thing he looks forward to coming home to you

Alejandro "Colonel" Vargas:

God, He makes me FERAL

Passionate man, just a reminder 😩

He's the type who will smother you in kisses the second you start waking up.

Any area of your skin that isn't covered by the blanket (mainly your shoulders or upper back), will fall a victim of his unrelenting love.

Sometimes he will just lay there and enjoy the moment with you. He loves knowing that you are alive, breathing and that you are safe in his arms

He will leave love bites all over you because he loves you so much and will look at you like 😊

But don't worry, you get him back for it too so you'll see love bites throughout his chest

HIS MORNING VOICE IS EVERYTHING

It usually takes you both an hour to get up, only because he loves you so much that he wants to feel you close to him

Won't leave the bed until you are satisfied, making sure that you came on his cock as many times as you can and him filling you up

If you are up, you'll climb on top of him and sit on his lap, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and touch your thighs

To him, you are everything. You bring him light and hope. You give him a feeling outside of military duties. To you, he is your love and life like he does as well

Rodolfo "Second In Command" Parra:

BABY 🥹🫠

Like Ghost, he will wake up 20 to 30 minutes early ( He keeps his phone on vibrate so you don't wake up)

He will literally look at you like 👁️👄👁️

He truly believes you are a goddess of angel.

He can't believe how beautiful you are even if you are sleeping, especially when the light slightly glances over you. You glow like no one else

He will look at you like you are the only person in the world

He'll bring you presents and hide them under your pillow so you have something to look forward to

These gifts are deeply personal and thoughtful, like the locket necklace that he gave you (you always wear it)

When you wake up, you have to kiss him on the lips or his nose to knock him out of his trance

"Buenos días hermoso. ¿Cómo estás esta mañana?" (Good morning, beautiful. How are you doing this morning)

After that point, he'd pull you on top of him and just hold you close. He will kiss your lips, forehead and neck

If it leads to you two making out, it'll most likely lead to morning sex (you both love it)

He considers that you are a gift to him. He feels like you are everything that he wants to be with. You are constantly having the ability to list his mood instantly and he feels better knowing you are there

His day can't be ruined at all after this. Literally nothing can bring him down and he carries his smile like gold

König:

Sometimes, it could be terrifying when you catch Konig staring at you (he doesn't ever want to scare you)

Like Rodolfo, while you are laying in bed, will stare at you like 👁️👄👁️

The only way to get him to stop is by asking him, or preferable option, distracting him.

To him, you are an angel. You have a way of making him feel like he's safe and his mind is calm when you are around. You are his love and life all put in to once

If you move slightly, touching his bare chest while sleeping, this makes him feel good, knowing you are still here and breathing (it puts his mind at ease)

Say if he wants to wake you up, he'll climb on top of you and kiss your lips, forehead, neck and collarbone til you wake up

Once you start waking up, you are met with his loving smile and eyes cast down at you. He will always give you a loving kiss in the morning

"Guten Morgen, Schatz. Hast du gut geschlafen meine Liebe? (Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well, my love)"

You'll nod and cup his face kissing him slowly which ends up in oral sex.

He'll pin you down and make sure you can't leave at all. Also making sure you can't walk the rest of the day as an excuse to keep you in bed with him

If it didn't lead to anything, he'll just end up laying with you, wanting you in his arms all day and sleeping

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[wibixthecowboy]

Play the Song: Part 5: Getting Closer

Task Force 141 needs a new sniper and despite their complaints, they're assigned Flash, a joke-making, ABBA-listening, 20-year-old sharpshooter with better aim than the whole team combined. In other words, Ghost is practically handed the love of his life but he needs time to adjust because she's a firecracker.  

Warnings/Tags: Age gap (20/30-32), gore, descriptions of injury/blood/wounds, !graphic depictions of panic attacks!, swearing, weapons, literally only fluff and banter, angst, soft baby girl Ghost, asshole Soap, lighthearted, I can fix him he just needs a hug, warning for an excessively bad taste in music, slow burn, protective ghost, family dynamic, big brother soap has an attitude problem, father figure Price, Gaz is just there sometimes, eventual smut, praise, thigh riding, unprotected (wrap it up people), size kink, oral f receiving, ghost will do anything to get his dick sucked, idk I’m sure it will get dirtier as I go, shifting POV

A/N: Heyyy. I know I said she’d be meeting the rest of the guys and that there would be some cute fluff but when I finished the chapter was over 11k so this part will be a bit short but the next one is going to be LONG. :)

Words: 2.6k

Side note: All of these characters are fictional! Please don’t be weird about their real life actors, leave them out of this and be respectful!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

★Ghost

   The walk back to the van is strikingly quiet compared to their banter before and Ghost can tell the silence is weighing down on Flash. The worried look she’d given Ghost when she saw the slump of his shoulders was gone but she very clearly hadn’t forgotten about it. Her hands were tightly clenched around the strap of the duffle bag slung over her shoulder and even with the whispers of the students drifting towards them, he never felt her gaze leave him. Ghost was struggling to face forward, knowing nothing good would come of meeting her eyes but still desperately wanting to see the way she so openly cared.

Ghost reaches for her bag when they come up on the van and she hands it over with a small smile, turning to climb into the passenger seat. He has to keep his eyes from wandering across the exposed area of her shoulders. The subtle ripple of her muscles as she pulls herself up by the handle has him opening the side door a little bit harder then necessary. 

He rounds the van and climbs in, ignoring Flash’s persistent stare, he turns the key in the ignition and pulls onto the main road, quickly picking up speed without the presence of other vehicles. They make it about five more minutes before she finally blurts out what she’d very obviously been contemplating since his visit with the doctor.

“If its something I said-” She starts but Ghost cuts her off, eager to just have the conversation and move on.

“You’ve done nothing.” Ghost reassures, that you know of. She visibly relaxes against the seat and lets out a light laugh, drumming her fingers against the top of her thighs before speaking again, a nervous tick that Ghost had struggled to get rid of in his younger years. 

“I was worried I’d been too much. It happens sometimes.” Her tone is light but Ghost can hear the underlying need for reassurance, he frowns slightly at the implication but gives it to her anyways,

“No, you were just fine.” He does his best to be reassuring but his heart still pounded in his chest and the way the leather of the steering wheel stuck to his clammy palms has his tone coming out more clipped. 

“Oh good.” Ghost can hear the relief in her voice and when he turns from his view of the sparse landscape to look at Flash, she’s leaning her head against the head rest and smiling at him. “So you are just old?” He should have seen that one coming.

“I’m not following.” Ghost says, turning away from the teasing curve of her mouth and admonishes himself for wishing she would smile with her teeth and show that precious gap. 

She laughs again, louder this time and it rings around the cabin of the van, wiggling  between the small space between his ribs to squeeze at his lungs, the sound an aching memory of his childhood. Ghost swallows against the lump in his throat and focuses on the soothing lull of the engine.

“The pain meds?” She says cautiously and he silently curses himself.

“It’s my shoulder.” Ghost says, bringing a hand up to massage the muscle of his left shoulder, thankful for his mask that prevents the need for facial theatrics. When he looks over at her again she’s still laying against the seat but this time she’s raising a questioning eyebrow at him. He feels an undeniable wave of guilt wash over him from the simple lie. When did he become so sensitive? 

“Okay Lieutenant.” Flash sighs and turns away to fidget with something in her pocket before pulling out the small iPod she’d shown them yesterday. She doesn’t ask for permission before leaning forward to plug it into the radio, slightly brushing her elbow against his knee, and pressing play. Ghost ignores the fact that if it’d been anyone else the small piece of technology would be out the window and bouncing along the rough cement. 

A soft crooning voice fills the cabin of the van and he subconsciously thanks Flash for the distraction. They continue on silently for a few minutes, both relishing in the rare moment of peace. Ghost can feel the taught muscles of his back relax against the canvas seat and for the first time in days he doesn't feel the need to have his hackles raised, that is until Flash speaks again,

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asks quietly and he feels trapped, lulled into a false sense of security with the music and her intoxicating softness, and for some reason the sudden urge to tell her everything bubbles to the surface. She would make a good interrogator.

“No.” Ghost says gruffly and locks his eyes on the road ahead, they would be pulling up to the drop off point in about twenty minutes and he should probably be giving her the rundown but he falters at the idea of breaking up whatever they had going, even if it was at his expense. 

“Okay.” Flash says in that same quiet voice, so different than her usual air of conviction that Ghost wonders which one is the façade. In the few moments he’s been able to peek under her wall of confidence he’s almost sure its the latter.

“The drop off should be simple, we’ll park the van, walk to the storage house, and give them the keys to unload.” He drums his fingers against the wheel once before continuing, “Stick close and avoid eye contact, this is not the place to be asserting dominance. They’re on a contract but that doesn’t mean they’re trusted. If we just let them do their job it will go smoothly.” When he finishes, the soft mood of the cabin has shifted and the music that was so comforting before has turned ominous. Ghost turns to see Flash pulling on a kevlar vest and his command comes out stronger than anticipated, “Don’t take that off again, not until you’re in the compound.” 

“Okay Lieutenant.” She laughs holding both hands in the air once she’s secured the straps, “Any more orders?” 

“Cover your shoulders.” Flash’s cheeks flame at the remark and she’s quick to lean across the seat and rummage through her bag for a sleeved shirt.

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   Despite Flash’s protest, Ghost is quick to silence the radio and roll up the windows when they pull into the small town. He wasn’t going to risk any interference, he wanted this to go as smooth as possible. Few citizens turn to look, recognizing the black government vehicle and minding their business, but the ones that do have Ghost driving one handed, the other griping tightly to the gun he’d hung over his chest.

The breaks of the van squeal when they pull into the dimly lit garage, and Ghost winces at their less than subtle entrance. He turns to look at Flash, her soft features have hardened, aging her about 5 years and he has to admit its impressive. 

“You ready?” He asks and Flash gives him a stern nod.

“No eye-contact, stick close, and just let them do their job. Right?” Her voice is solid and her movements are smooth as she unbuckles and places her various weapons into their holsters and straps. Ghost gives her an affirming nod and does the same. 

The slamming of the doors echo across the empty garage and they meet at the front of the van before Ghost starts off in the direction of the warehouse, Flash following close behind, rifle now strapped to her chest. He only makes it a few steps towards the exit before he can feel her attaching herself to his heels.

“Not that close Flash.” He admonishes, turning in time to see the sheepish smile on her face. 

“Sorry just nervous.” She replies before following him out the door and into the cool air of the evening.

“You don’t look it.”

“I know.” She avoids eye contact, whether its out of embarrassment or an attempt to retain some of her ego he doesn’t know. 

Ghost has to keep himself from laughing at the joke, solidifying his grip on the gun in his hands. They walk through a damp, poorly lit, alleyway before reaching another door. Ghost takes a deep breath and opens it. About an inch of his boot makes it in before four guns are trained on them, only dropping slightly when their operators recognize Ghost’s signature mask. The men approach him silently and he drops the keys of the van in one of their hands, not bothering to acknowledge them as he keeps his eyes trained on a man seated on the only piece of furniture in the room.

“Took you long enough.” He say’s, standing to walk towards the two. Ghost had worked with him before. Wildly known for his temper, the lead operator liked things done his way, and if they weren’t he wouldn’t hesitate to let you know you’ve disappointed him.  

“We had a few stops to make.”  Ghost replies, not bothering to elaborate. The man saunters towards them with an air of authority and Ghost hopes to god Flash keeps her mouth shut.

“You made time to pick up a talonador.” The leader teases and Ghost tenses, fighting the urge to shove Flash back out the door and out of his sight.

“This is lieutenant Flash, she’s here to assist with the drop off. You will use her rank when speaking to her.” Ghost can feel the heat of his anger creeping up his neck but Flash stands solid and unmoving next to him. 

The operator raises his hands up in mock surrender,

“No need to get defensive lieutenant, I’m sure she could squash me like a bug.” The look he gives her is sickening and just for a moment Ghost allows himself to imagine lunging across the room and smacking the man’s head off the cold cement ground. The crack would echo in a disgustingly satisfying way. He instead pulls a bundle of paperwork from a pocket of his vest and gives the man a quick rundown of the inventory. Flash watches on attentively. 

When they finish, Ghost is quick in opening the metal the door, ushering Flash out of the room. They walk through the gravel alleyway, both taking long strides to reach the garage door, opening it just in time to hear laughs echo through the concrete room. 

The cargo boxes are stacked neatly against the wall but the four men still stand in the doorframe of the van passing around a small piece of black fabric. When one of them holds it up, Ghost feels the simmering of his blood boil up over his self control and he grabs the man by his shoulder, roughly pulling him back and ripping the fabric from his hand. Ghost has little time to finish his job before the butt of the mans gun is slamming into his jaw, sending him stumbling back with a spin of his vision. His hearing cuts on impact and he blinks rapidly in an attempt to recover it and his blurred vision. When he does, he sees one man clenching his stomach on the ground, two with their gun trained on Flash, and Flash pinning the man who’d hit Ghost up against the van with the barrel of her rifle. Her chest is rising and falling like a jackrabbits and the look on her face is wild. He quickly steps between the men and Flash,

“Lets just drop the weapons. There’s no need to escalate further.” His voice rough from the pain. The men hesitantly drop their pistols but Flash remains rigid behind him. “I said drop it Flash.” She follows his instructions with a low exhale. Ghost walks to the open bag on the floor of the van and shoves the underwear back in, roughly zipping the bag closed before continuing, “You’ve gotten what you need, were leaving.”

Thankfully, the four men leave without another word, helping their injured friend hobble back to the warehouse. The moment the click of the latch echoes through the garage, Flash is turning on him.

“I am able to handle myself, I had it under control.” She says, brow furrowed and gaze burning hot onto his masked face. 

“You had two men on you.” He says flatly and prods at the throbbing of his chin. The fabric of his gloves doesn’t allow much exploration but he can assume the skin has split along the curve of his jawline. Flash’s eyes follow the movement and her expression shifts from anger to worry.

“Jesus let me see.” She’s up on her toes about to pull the edge of the balaclava over his jaw when his hand grabs onto her wrist, his fingers easily encircling it in a vice like grip. Flash freezes, and he can see the flush on her cheeks darken. 

“Don’t”  His voice is low and stern, overcompensating for the rush of endorphins flooding through his brain at her proximity. The heat from her skin permeates through his gloves and warms his palms, sending a shiver racing down his spine and he’s now hyper aware of how close she’s gotten, one more step and she’d be pressed up against his chest. Flash’s blue eyes shine up at him and Ghost can tell she’s just as taken. 

“But you’re hurt.” Flash breathes and her soothing tone has him resisting the urge to rip the mask off and let her run her delicate fingers over the wound. Ghost steels himself at the intrusive thought, the last thing he needed now was a distraction. Dropping her hand, he steps around her and swings the vans side door closed before prying open the drivers side. Flash remains stationary.

“Lets go recruit.” Ghost says gruffly in hopes that the distant title will help draw a line in his mind. She hesitates for a moment, still turned away from him, before her shoulders fall and she’s rounding the van to climb into the passenger seat. 

Flash doesn’t respond until they’re exiting the now dark village and bumping along a dusty side road. 

“I’m not a recruit.” Her voice is quiet and Ghost has to ignore the dejected tone to keep his resolve. It’s his turn to wait now, taking the time to think out his response. It takes him several minutes of watching the mangled shapes of bare trees and cacti pass through the view of the headlights before he settles on one. 

“I know.” He replies softly and suddenly feels the need to tell her that he hadn’t meant it to be demeaning. Ghost thinks back to the party decorations in her dorm and her buzzing excitement on the day they’d picked her up and feels guilt pinch at the back of his mind. Flash had been getting nothing but shit from just being present. He opens his mouth to apologize but a soft snore interrupts him. 

Flash’s head is resting against the glass of the window, body slumped into the door. Her pink lips have parted slightly, exhales leaving small patches of fog on the glass, and her face is completely relaxed back into her usual features. 

Ghost, not knowing what to do, hovers his hand near the radio before resuming the music. The same soft singing fills the van, and he finds his gaze wandering back to Flash. Eyes tracking the smooth exposed area of her neck up to the gentle curve of her eyelashes. He’s brought back to attention when the road divider vibrates under his tires, embarrassment flooding through him even with Flash being asleep. 

He needed to get his shit together.

[konigsblog]

how they would kiss you for the first time? or would you have to make the move? how would their reaction be?🥺

kissing headcannons 💋 (141 + könig)

; you kiss them for the first time

könig 👑

fuck, my mind goes crazy for nerd/loser!könig specifically in this situation. it's during a movie. you're his first date, his first girlfriend. his breathing is quick, laborious, and heavy when he gazes at you, cupping your jaw suddenly to press his lips against yours. he's a horrible kisser, honestly. but you're so in love that you don't care, not focusing on the movie but instead making out with him.

soap mactavish 🧼

soap is bold, he's cocky and confident with what he's doing. it's while he's drunk, his eyelids heavy with drunkenness, the smell and taste of alcohol against your lips. he's a great kisser actually, making out with you, sloppy and messy.

captain price 🥃

price is also pretty confident, although he hesitates beforehand. you're his soldier, a sergeant, he trusts you with his life, and finally makes the move when you're shot. it's almost fatal, your eyes closed and your body coated in blood. you're awoken in the medical room after being treated for your injuries, his large hand intertwined with yours, looking over at you with concern.

simon riley 👻

simon is nervous, although he doesn't look like it. it's while you're on the field together. it's unprofessional and he definitely shouldn't have, but he leans in, finally kissing you randomly before continuing. you can't focus, dizzy with heart eyes the entire time, a smirk visible on his face.

gaz garrick 🧢

gaz would kiss you before a deployment. he's been going out with you for a little bit, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't head over heels for you. he presses his lips against yours, handing you a bouquet of flowers before leaving. he's all you can think about, and you dream of having him in your arms again, kissing his face all over for teasing you like that.

[nouns-are-bad]

Gaz being the pretty boy of the 141 but also the “gets super dirty all the time even when theres no dirt around” kinda guy.

Like yeah, hes pretty when he cleans up, but that man loves getting rough and tough in the dirt, pulling soap along with him to play fight in the mud and dust.

Give me pretty boy gaz who also likes getting dirty and needs to be hosed down afterwards!!!