#price brain rot

[syoddeye]

Lightly edited. 600 words. CW: alcohol, possessive behavior, implied stalking

You stopped sharing location with John Price.

He's a busy man. Too busy for you lately, it seems. The usual tricks, the old reliables, no longer seem to capture his attention anymore. You wonder if there's someone else.

You do it after he texts you yet another short, unapologetic message. He's working late tonight. Don't wait up.

You won't.

It's been ages since you indulged in a favorite pastime: reading at the bar. A habit of yours since school. You dress up for your own enjoyment, pluck the book that's sat on top of your to-read pile for months, and find a spot at the bar of your old haunt. Cocktail in hand, you lose yourself in the story.

Three drinks later, a hand settles on the counter beside your glass, connected to a thick arm testing the thickness of a denim jacket. A voice made rough with smoke curls in your ear and sends a shiver down your spine.

Should've checked here first. You were just sayin' you missed this place.

Heat you want to believe that's only from the liquor creeps up your chest and claws at your throat.

Woulda been easier to find you if you hadn't, you know.

You're embarrassed when you think back to when John first convinced you to enable the feature. You didn't share that information with anyone, and the idea of someone watching you felt gross. It took quite a bit of cajoling for him to persuade you, going on and on about how he only wants what is best for you, to keep you safe. Knowing where you are at all times is part and parcel of a relationship with him.

He's smiling. There's warmth in his features, the upturned corner of his mouth, and the slight scrunch of his nose, but his eyes are matte. Dull even in the dim light of the bar. He's fuming.

John sits beside you and drapes an arm over the back of your seat. He waves down the barkeep with the other. You finally find your words, humiliated that the first thing you think to say is an apology, and that you two can go back to yours. He shushes you. 

No, love, go ahead. Finish your chapter. Mind if I borrow your phone? Used up the battery on mine, you see.

You've never seen his phone below 60%, but you fork it over anyway, and he gestures for you to return to your book. You re-read the same paragraph a dozen times before giving up. He sips his drink, unhurried, catching your eye and giving a wink before he slides the device back to you.

There. All better.

There's a new icon on your home screen. It's unfamiliar, and when you reflexively tap it, it asks for a passcode. Your mouth dries.

Can't have you making more impulsive decisions like that, eh? 

The arm slung over the stool migrates to your shoulders, and his hand gently clamps over the nape of your neck, thumb swiping over the skin.

I haven't been giving you the attention you deserve lately, have I. S'pose that's why you pulled a little stunt like this. Wanted me to come hunt you down, find you sitting pretty at a bar, hm?

He laughs when you stutter and try to defend your decision but glowers when you quietly comment you were worried someone else was keeping his attention.

If you're finished reading, think we'll spend the night at mine, sweetheart. Show you you're the only one for me.

[makoodles]

on the one hand i'm thinking about ghost with a virgin!reader that's never reached orgasm no matter how much you try with your stupid plastic dildos and silicone vibrators. thinking about how he would take it as his new mission to show you just how much better a real cock is, how he can show you how to make yourself come. god he'd be so unbearable, so smug but gentle but dominating all at once? good luck to reader cause you're never gonna be able to use your silly little sex toys again

but then on the other hand i'm thinking about captain price with the absolute filthiest daddy kink, and you're the civilian assistant that he may or may not have been fucking for months. like he thinks he has it all under wraps, not willing to frighten you off, but then one day you show up in such a bratty, bad mood and he just absolutely lets loose on you

but on the other hand i'm thinking about soap with a mommy kink. like, it starts out as a stupid little argument, you snapping out "i'm not your fucking mother, johnny", and him going so fucking red, only for it to end up with you on your back as he ruts into you wildly and suckles at your tits

[frogchiro]

HELLO LOVELIES!! due to popular demand I present to you this, a kinda 2 part to this baby. I wanted to thank you for the overwhelming love that little brain rot got so I'm writing something extra ^^ While this may not be a direct continuation it's set in the exact same universe and everything so you can read is as a stand alone another part of perverted nasty Ghost (and a guest!) or a continuation of other nasty shenanigans that Si would do to his little hacker girl :(

fem!reader, nsfw, nasty perv Ghost and a special guest, can be read as kinda dark? nothing hardcore it's just implied that Simon is terribly possessive bordering on obsessed and he has dark-ish tendencies so be careful!

That being said, nasty perv Ghost who's almost buzzing with barely repressed anger, almost snarling, teeth baring beneath his mask. He's standing on the sidelines of the mattress laid out on the gym floor as he watches Price go at you almost like a wild animal, grabbing and tossing you around like you're a rag doll, ultimately pinning you down to the floor with his massive body with your hand behind your back and laid out on your tummy, all tired out and panting with Price leaning down to your ear and growling something to you that made you let out a pathetic keen.

Simon didn't hear what the captain said to you but judging by your facial expression it must have been something suggestive; nasty and perverted and delivered in that deep growly rumble of Price's voice.

The blonde man knew that this whole 'compulsory hand to hand combat training' was a load of bullshit, it always was. It was organized a few times a year when the higher ups insisted and there was no way out. It was usually terribly boring, just a load of loud and sweaty men tumbling like beasts while screaming at each other and a few hot-shots who showed of like peacocks.

Except that this time there was a new addition to this mess, little old you. The new hacker of 141, the young lady who always dressed nicely, nails always manicured and smelling oh so deliciously with your perfumes. Since you're technically not a soldier Ghost thought that you'd be spared from the training but apparently he was very wrong and he hated it. He could see how flustered you were earlier, how small and soft you were in the presence of all these big hardened soldiers. He could see that you were nervous and he didn't exactly blame you therefore he decided that he would be the perfect match for you for training; it would be a win win situation!

He'd treat you as gently as he could so you wouldn't have bruises and aches from a rough treatment, and him on the other hand would have jerk off material for the next month. He could almost taste it, taste you. How he'd press you against him, how his big scarred hands would be able to run over your soft body all he wanted under the guise of training. How his big sweaty body would rub against you, his musk rubbing off on you and making you smell like him, like Ghost; a primal way of marking you. How he'd listen to all you little whines and mewls when he'd grab you too roughly and how you'd be able to feel his hard cock press against your ass as he mounted you from behind to press you into the exact position as you were now. Except it wasn't him who had you caged in his grip, it was fucking Price.

That fucker snatched you right from under his nose. Literally. Simon was just about to go up to you when suddenly Price appeared seemingly out of thin air and swooped it to basically tell you that you're gonna be his sparing partner, not even asking, he was stating a fact and since he was your captain you couldn't really say no right? :(

As John was leading you away from a growling Simon he could swear that the older man turned slightly to him and gave him a smug look that said 'better luck next time son, she's mine' and what made his teeth grit even more that he could perfectly hear these words in John's smooth growly drawl.

He's very well aware that Price has the hots for you, that dirty old pervert. He caught him looking at you more than once now, his gray blue eyes following you like a predator watching his prey, how whenever you stopped by his office to deliver some new intel or paperwork Price's voice suddenly dropped a few octaves into a deep, hot and enticing drawl that made you stutter and goosebumps appear on your skin. Also Simon heard Price going at it in his office, jerking off or doing god knows what and growling your name, or the occasional pair of your (stolen) panties peeking out from a drawer, the delicate pink material stained white with John's seed. His naturally possessive character getting amped up whenever you're with them on a mission or even in the same vicinity, any soldier who has the balls to talk or even flirt with you getting swiftly removed and ordered to run 30 laps around training grounds.

And now Ghost lost to that old perverted fuck and he will have to endure his smug commentary about how nice your soft body felt under him, how your delicious ass pressed against his cock and how you whimpered in confusion as you felt your captain grind against you and growl into your ear to 'be a good girl and get a feel of your captain, feel what will be breeding you later' and you couldn't help but whine and wiggle around a bit, you were so hot and so embarrassed, pinned under your captain with all those men watching you with heavy eyes :((

You soon stopped your wiggling and just laid there under the heavy man, his panting and growls rumbling against your back as you got a bit intoxicated on his heavy musky scent, pure masculinity and dominance oozing out of him and rubbing off on you.

You started to wonder if he'd truly keep his promise up and take you with him later, lock you in his bedroom and ravish you, breed you good with his babies :(

[ghostlywhiskey]

sharing a tent with price while it snows outside and convinces you the only way you’ll warm up is if ur both naked. his arms wrapping around you from behind. face nuzzling your neck as his beard scratches at your skin. and then he blames you for being the tease for pressing ur ass against him :(( one arm secured holding you close by your chest, one hand grabbing at your breast while the other is toying with your clit and pulling you closer against him. his cock pushing through the small slit between your thighs as he moved his hips slightly. saying how sorry he is but he just wants to make sure you stay warm but he needs to be warm too!!

[prettyoatmeal]

Hand holding HCs..DROP EM

Likeeeeeeee their fav ver of hand holding, do they do the finger rub thing, do they pull your hand in to kiss it!!!!!!

-🕯️

TF141 and how they would hold your hand!

A/N: Yesss finally I finish something cute and wholesome. I'm sorry this took so long, I'm lowkey so bad at fluff.

Warnings: No warnings, suggestive for the very last point on Soap's section towards the end. 99% fluff.

Masterlist here!

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Price is a romantic when it comes to holding your hand.

He would've been a little shy about it at the start, almost always asking because he's just such a gentleman. Now it's just become a habit of his, a very cute habit.

"Can I hold your hand, love?"

"They're so soft."

His hands would ALWAYS be warm which is perfect if you're a cold-handed kinda person.

"You feel so cold. Here, let me just.."

He is very insistent on placing kisses on your knuckles or the back of your hand.

Over all he's just very sweet about it, a gentle yet firm grip as you two walked or cuddled, or anything.

If he had to choose, his favourite time or way to hold your hand is while he's driving. One hand on the wheel while the other holds yours over the console.

Gaz would just initiate it like that. He doesn't feel the need to ask.

He's already wrapped around your finger the minute he wakes up, while eating breakfast, just hanging out together, everywhere.

He will always have his hands on you, whether it be holding your hands or not.

An extremely clingy boyfriend, his grip is pretty possessive.

He just loves you so much and wants you to know how much you mean to him.

PDA? Doesn't really care unless you do. He will very proudly hold your hand and show off how gorgeous his partner is.

Is quite playful with it, will happily swing your arms back and fourth.

Holding your hand is something which could cheer him up from whatever stress he would be facing.

Shamelessly, his favourite way is when you begin to pull away, and he has to coax his fingers back into yours, not wanting the moment to end.

"Kyle- stooop, your hands are sweaty."

"No, no, no. Let me hold you just a little bit longer, doll."

And you always let him despite how warm and clammy you may feel. Who are you to deny him of that?

Ghost wasn't much for physical affection, only finding comfort in the smallest of touches like small pats on the shoulder or knee.

Though later on, he warms up to your touches, finding your aura endearing and calming.

It started out as linking his gloved pinkie finger with yours, slowly, slowly edging closer until your hands are completely intertwined together.

His hands are so rough and so cold compared to the rest of him so there was quite the temperature contrast between you two.

After feeling how warm you were compared to him, you swore you could almost hear him purring into your neck the moment your hands met.

PDA isn't his thing. It isn't anything against you, he just doesn't enjoy putting too much attention on it. He'd formally hold your hand or interlock your pinkies together, maybe a little more if you ask him or if the time called for it.

His favourite way to hold your hand is just the cutest.

He will very often grab your hand under the table or under the covers and out of sight. Its intimate, almost as if you two were trying to keep it a deep secret. He knew it made your heart flutter, and it made his flutter too.

Soap's probably the one where your hand holding will most likely lead somewhere more.

If he's holding your hand, then he's also placing kisses along your palms and your knuckles.

His kisses would lead up your arm like in cartoons until he's placing small kisses on your shoulder, your neck, then up at your lips, and a make-out session ensues.

And he's holding your hands all throughout it, not letting go one bit.

Since starting dating, he's just been happily holding you with physical affection being his love language. He couldn't help it, you feel so soft against him.

"These hands may've killed, but they'll hold ya' like there's no tomorrow, dove."

He's so romantic it's adorable.

"I love you," kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss "ah, you set my soul on fire."

Similar Gaz, he's very, very clingy.

Doesn't care too much about PDA either, he'll very happily hold your hand regardless if you're out with.

His favourite way to hold your hand would be during sex just because of how intimate it is. Whether he be taking you from behind or in missionary, his fingers would be firmly intertwined with yours, pushing them into the plush of the bed to make sure you wouldn't be able to let go anytime soon.

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I think I'm back guys! 2 more exams and it's over, and I SHOULD be back to writing again. I mean hell, I've had the urge to write so much in these past couple days, I'm on a roll. Are we so back?? I hope

[ghouljams]

oh my god!!!!! ghoul!!!!!! Your ask about price scruffing ghost has me dying!!! "Want ya to fuck me"!!!!!!!! Can we have more thoughts and elaborations pleaseee

Price sat smoking a cigar while Ghost grinds his aching cock against his boot, his breath and eyes heavy as he works himself against the leather. It feels dirty, it feels animalistic, it's exactly what Ghost wants. He doesn't want to think, he just wants to rut like an animal against the man that pulled him from the grave. Price leans down and Ghost tips his head back to catch the smoke his captain breathes into his mouth. It dulls his mind but seems to crank up his sensitivity.

Ghost groans against Price's lips, feels his captain growl in return, press his boot more firmly against the tent in his pants. Price lets him take his pleasure, the first time in a long time that Ghost has had control over who fucks him and how. So why does he feel like Price is the one in calling the shots? Why does he feel so wonderfully small. Price looks down on him and it makes Ghost grind a little harder, a little faster, his mouth tracing the smoke that fills the air. "Good boy," Price tells him, raw affection infecting his words, "just what you needed, yeah?" He reaches down to grip Ghost's chin, his thumb pressing between his lips and down against Ghost's tongue. "Someone to put you in your place."

[yournextbimbogf]

Not gonna lie price is the type of guy to get annoyed when you ask for him to put on a condom he thinks it’s useless! He can’t even feel you skin to skin without that stupid rubber hugging him instead of your cunt. Before you two have sex you always mumble out “price…put on a condom..” but he always tries to put up a fight.

“Come on darlin’ it’s not like m’ gonna cum inside of ya”

Of course after some time of thinking you give in and let him go raw. But oh god he is over the moon, fumbling to even get his thick cock out of his boxers. eventually he does and he sticks his cock into your wet slit and immediately and groans, your pussy has him on cloud nine. But he has to keep his composure Atleast. He pounds into you while muttering under his breath.

“Fuck darlin’ I’ve been aching to take off that damn condom”

Not even 10 minutes later you can feel his warm sperm shoot into you and slowly overfilling your pussy, you were too cockdrunk to even realize that your pussy was leaking onto the bedsheets with his cum of course. He speaks up, freeing you from your trance.

“Ope look like we’ve made a mess.”

Welp it looked like he lied.

[wrylu]

feeding eachother heart chocolates

[syoddeye]

one of john's ideal valentine's day activities is a couples massage. but it's just you taking turns lavishing attention on each other's bodies. you, choosing for a general but deep tissue massage because your man is always in some measure of pain and discomfort.

john focuses primarily on your neck, shoulders, and back because it's where you tend to store tension. don't worry, sweetheart. he'll work on your thighs, too. hm. why are you trembling? he's just kneading your adductors nice and gently. no, he's not acting sly. wait, don't tell him you're getting worked up over this? poor thing, can't wait until afters, can you?

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

ship: you are the sword to my shield

[brainrotbrainrotbrainrot]

More captain price headcanons/relationship headcanons?!

Kinda specific ideas? I need help.

- this man dreams of going on double dates you, Laswell and her wife.

- absolute best wingman ever for Gaz and only Gaz. Is desperate to see Gaz settle down with a partner (no gender specified for gaz 🫶🏻)

- I wish as a cat person I could see him as one but absolute biggest dog person on the planet. He would take so much time to train them and teach them so many tricks. Absolutely babies any dog he sees. Need a dog sitter? He’s on speed dial.

- having worked in a betting shop, you cannot tell me Price doesn’t like a bet on dog racing. He always tries to do all the major horse races too. He definitely grew up having to sneak into betting shops to find his dad.

- favourite date nights with you are getting a big bag of chips from your favourite chippy and finding somewhere nice to sit as you eat them with those little wooden forks. Imagine if you live by the seaside, eating chips with price by the beach? Perfect. His favourite time with you.

- would be the first person to pull a face if a kid starts screaming in a public place.

- Sainsbury’s man. I either see him as Aldi’s or Sainsbury’s fan. Absolutely loathes tescos. Cannot see him going to Asda. Likes Waitrose for select bits and M&S for date nights. He will list all his preferences for you.

- would go mad for you wearing his favourite football team shirt.

- either doesn’t care for gossip and secrets or absolutely lives for civilian!partner’s workplace drama. If you call and say Karen ran her mouth at work, oh he’s ready to hear it all. And he definitely tells Gaz about it if Gaz knows about your relationship.

[dreamgothgirl]

Tensions: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! POC Reader Part 1

AN: Holy shit I really didn’t expect my first Ghost fic to blow up 🥹 thank y’all so much!! 🙏 Reader isn’t a specific race, but I wanted to make this fic POC friendly since I dont see them very much and don’t want anyone to feel left out! this is part one to a two part fic, this is more for story building and sexual tension that translates to both Ghost and the reader to be a mix of aggressive and awkwardly nice to each other lmao. I hope you like it! The next to be published will be a smut fic so do not worry!! Adios, cochinos y cochinas -w- 💕

Warnings: harsh language, sexual tension, and Soap being that friend that teases you for having a crush

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Simon watched the sun brighten up your irises, allowing him to fully take in its color. The golden hour sunlight that illuminated your face was enough to take knock the wind out of his chest for a moment. The briefest moment. Like taking a glance at a genuine Van Gogh; he wanted to stare longer, but he wasn’t going to let any of the team have any fuel to fire him up with later on.

You, on the other hand, were staring at the vast, dry land surrounding you as the sun began to set. You raised your brow a bit as you heard Soap chuckle, “A journalist, aye?”

You gave a small smile, turning your attention to the Scott sitting across from you right next to his large, stoic partner, “Yes. But with my mother being a veteran and my father being overprotective, I’ve got decent enough skills to defend myself. With and without fists.”

Soap smirked, “Your folks were right to prepare you with such skills, lass. If I ever had a daughter as beautiful as yourself, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.”

Ghost took note of the small muscle twitch in your face. Flattery. He wasn’t the best with compliments, especially towards a woman, so he chose another route. “I’m guessing that’s why Price trusts you with that then,” he asked while nodding at the large AR strapped to your back.

Your eyes widened a bit at his question. Not because it was a dumb question, far from it, but because you hadn’t heard his voice so clear the entire mission. Today was spent with Price and Alejandro as they watched your back while you gathered info from Hassan’s men at a brief luncheon put together purely for public appearances. The only time you ever heard Ghost’s gravely voice was through your ear piece which, for you, was only able to communicate with your team and not Ghost himself.

You pushed the little flutter in your stomach to the back of your mind as you smiled more and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

‘He talked to me?!’

Soap chuckled, “You seem a bit too sweet for an environment like this one, aye lass? You’re writing an article on us or something?”

Before you could even open your mouth, Price quickly cut in from the drivers seat, “Ah ah, don’t answer that, Y/N. Sorry, boys, that’s confidential information. All I can tell you is that their material has no connections to Graves, and Y/N was approved by Laswell herself. All you need to know is to protect and treat her like you would any other soldier….maybe be a bit more emphasis on protective though.”

Almost everyone on the truck let out groans and scoffs of protest and annoyance at not being allowed to know anything, earning a chuckle from you, “I’ll answer your first question if you want. You might be right about being too sweet, but I promise I know there’s a time and a place. I’ll take down whoever I need to just like the rest of you. If it means doing what’s right then I will gladly do so by any means. That’s why I’m a journalist with the military.”

Under the mask, Ghost gave a small smirk; amused at the class used to shut down Soap’s comment. Sure, he liked looking at pretty people, but when they were smart like you? It made him feel something a little more than a simple physical appeal. Now, he definitely wanted to know more. Even if it was just your favorite color.

Alejandro laughed next to you and nudged your arm, “She’s got bigger balls than you, hermano! You should’ve seen how she took down a guard that was following her. Pendejo got exactly what he deserved after messing with La Demonia.”

Ghost let out a huff through his nose, “Demon? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him and smirked, “And I’ll believe you deserve the title Lieutenant when I see you in action.”

A mix of laughter and oohs filled the truck as it approached closer to the safe house. Ghost glared a bit, “Real mature. We’ll see who’s top cock soon enough, book worm.”

Soap snickered, “Cock..”

You rolled your eyes while Ghost gave another quick glare, “That’ll do, Sargent.”

“Yes, sir.”

8:20 PM

Gentle hums came to a close as you yawned and stretched out as much as you could at your desk. You bit the tip of your thumb as you read over the information that’d just been freshly edited before crossing your arms and nodding, “Nice. They can just add whatever else they need if they want.” Satisfied, you walked over to the shower, allowing your muscles to relax under the luke warm water while you thought of that brooding shadow in the corner of that truck from today.

Your brow furrowed, ‘Tch. Bookworm? And he’s mocking my maturity? Fuck off.’

The suds of your shampoo ran over your eyelids as you gave a close eyed glare to the ceiling. You’d just met him but you already had such mixed feelings. Did you really hurt his ego over something he started? Is he that fragile? Or was what you said truly hurtful? You washed your face like you wish you could wash that whole experience out of your memory.

‘Great….ugh I totally fucked up my chances to be on his good side or anything else with him.’

A hot stinging sensation ran through your body as you tried to scrub away the embarrassment and ‘shame’.

‘No, whatever. I don’t need him. It’s better we have that distance. That way when he finally kicks the bucket I can get more shit done. At least I get to go home alive.’

You stopped and winced at your feet in disgust. Your stomach twisted at the feel of your heart dropping a bit, “That was low, Y/N….god, what the fuck is wrong with me.”

The intensity of adrenaline fueled frustration and ego deflation on your part made you lower than you assumed him to have been. Your unnecessary harshness had gotten the better of you and you were glad that you didn’t utter a word of your empty insult. However, it simply irked you even more than you had no clue why you were so frustrated.

Being a journalist meant you had to have thick skin. Being apart of the military made that an even harsher fact; maybe even more so when it came to emotions. You’d never had this problem before. After all the racial slurs and issues, religious righteousness protests and massacres, misogynistic, and god only knows anything else under the sun that you’ve heard and written about….this bothered you to this extent? There was no way.

Running one last rinse over your face, you deeply inhaled and sighed, ‘Don’t jump so fast to conclusions…it was just some friendly competition. You’re overthinking it….I hope. I hope he’ll still let me interview him….HEY!”

Simultaneously

8:20 PM

Ghost stood tall and alert on the second floor’s living room balcony. His rifle rested on his shoulder, at his side while he replayed the interaction between the two of you with his arms crossed. Being the Lieutenant, of course he already knew what you were here for. You were here to document the betrayal of Graves and the partnership between Graves and Sin Nombre and formally report the progress of the teams missions after separating from Graves.

Price was going to tell the team your purpose until Laswell preferred to render the team innocent of their knowledge of you. “Who knows what they’ve already said about us to the other ranks,” she said. Ghost agreed with her idea by saying he’d rather be the one to go down if he was ever interrogated before anyone else, as did Price. That’s how they were going to keep it until Laswell said otherwise. So here he was, right above your room keeping an eye on the area in the shadows while Soap guarded the other side of the building.

“Lt. how copy.”

Ghost shifted his weight as he responded, “Copy. What is it Johnny? See something?”

“We’re all clear on the East and South side. I doubt we’ll see anyone for a while.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Right…Look, I’m not asking to know more, but-“

“You heard Price. Anything about that woman’s line of work is confidential, Johnny.”

Soap chuckled a little, “I know, but I was going to ask if you know what she’s here for.”

“I don’t know why. An article maybe.”

“Looked like you had cute enough banter.”

Ghost glared ahead, “Easy, Sargent.

“Not interested in her like that, I see? She’s cute enough, yeah?”

The Lieutenant stayed silent as he remembered the way your lips rubbed your lip balm on themselves before slightly parting and shining in that golden orange light. If you had an actual rank, a relationship might get the two of you in trouble. But in this circumstance, although not out of the question, he wasn’t going to let himself get so close to someone he’d barely known. He’d never admit it, but it he did have an interest in you. Even if it came off weird or aggressive.

“…Keep an eye on the perimeter, Mactavish. One more hour till the switch.”

Soap chuckled, “Yes, sir.”

As Ghost released his response button, he heard your voice below the balcony floor, “Hey, Lieutenant Ghost! Can I meet you up there? I have a quick question!”

‘Bloody fuckin hell, what does she want. Hm. Take it easy, maybe.’

Before he could even give you a response, he hear your feet quickly running out and up the stairs. As you approached him from the bedroom door behind him, he didn’t bother to spare you a second glance, “Keep your voice down. Is Captain Price not around to answer your question?”

You noted the hint of annoyance in his voice and tried your best not to bark back and shook your head with a smile, “I was wondering if I could get a few words from you? I want to get some scrap material in case I ever get permission to go public with this. Obviously it’s not up to me, but you know what I mean.”

Ghost stared ahead with dull, deadened eyes,“No. I don’t.”

An irritated, slow sigh left your nose. His large body in the balcony doorway, made the moonlight split. He looked like a phantom king with a cape made of souls he’d taken in his life; casting your body in shadow. It swallowed you whole just like the intimidatingly prideful aura he oozed when you first met him. It made you feel small and stupid. Almost like he was making fun of you. Is that what he wanted?

You bit the inside of your lip and tried, “Can I ask you some questions?”

Ghost noticed how tense he was and just how shallow he was breathing once you spoke again. He turned around, his voice harsh and hard as stone, “No.”

Though it wasn’t an unusual response, you still felt like you’d been punched in the gut. Attempting to remain as composed as possible, you nodded and made your way to the door, “I understand. I apologize for distracting you. See you in the morning.”

Before you were completely out, he turned and quickly spoke, “Oi.”

The embarrassment burned your face at the speed of which you turned back around, “Yeah?”

The world was swallowing you whole once again as Ghost walked over to you and checked his watch before nodding, “We’ll talk in 55. Think you’ll still be up by then?”

‘I hate you, Simon Riley.’

You were trying so fucking hard not to grin and giggle like a lovesick teen at his approval, “Definitely. I’ll try to interview whoever’s available while I wait for you.”

Ghost nodded, “Alright then;” in an attempt to ease the tension equal to waiting for a bomb to set off…he harshly patted your back the way you would a dog. Unfortunately, it was too hard as you involuntarily grunted and stumbled forward a bit.

Unsure of what else to do, the man stared at you before slowly going back to the balcony, “…See you later, Ghost.”

“Yep.”

‘I hate you Y/N L/N.’

While the two of you separately calmed down from the suffocating claustrophobia of being around each other, you glared at your feet from the warmth between your legs, ‘Fucker. You’re gonna drive me crazy.’

Ghost looked around, quickly trying to divert his attention away from the unfamiliar feelings in his chest and the tightness in his pants back to being on guard. ‘Damn, bookworm. Having you on this team was a bloody fucking mistake.’

The Lieutenant stared in the distance as he radioed, “Johnny, how copy.”

A coyote howled in the distance.

“Ghost, how copy. Movement detected?”

“No. All clear. But I made a mistake.”

“Er…come again? You made a mistake?”

“Yeah. I talked to Y/N.”

Soap let out a heavy sigh and Ghost could mentally see the way his comrade was rubbing the space between his brows, “Christ…and? Does she hate you now?”

Ghost leaned against the wall with his free arm resting on his gun, “Can’t say…but I liked talking to her.”

Soap’s eyes widened and he began to beam for his stoic friend, “Alright, Lt! I guess you do have a way with words.”

The large masked man dryly scoffed, “Not in the slightest. That’s my only skill I’m lacking in. But that’s the problem. She’s too charming. We should keep a close eye on her.”

Soap chuckled, “Sounds like your overreacting, Lt. The lass is soft as a wee feather.”

“Hm. More incentive to watch our backs, wouldn’t you think? Look at who just betrayed us, after all.”

A bit defeated, Soap hummed, “Good point. I won’t worry too much quite yet, but I got your back, Lt.”

Ghost’s ears perked up when he heard your voice through the radio, “Good evening, Sargent Mactavish! Do you have a moment?”

“Have a fun interview.”

Soap chuckled, “It’ll be better than yours, that’s for sure. Soap out.”

Your voice rang in Ghost’s ears. The absence of warmth in his arms and loss of your scent aggravated him out of confusion and frustration. You were a distraction. One he didn’t mind having around. But you made him feel things he’s never felt before. Being a man of tactic and strategy, he was used to knowing his opponents moves before they even executed them. And then you spoke to him. He knew you meant no harm, he knew it. But what the hell were these feelings? Anxiety? Fear? Annoyance? Was it hatred or something else? If it was then why was his body having these reactions?

He didn’t know. And if there’s one thing Ghost hates more than anything, it’s not knowing how to approach a target.

That never lasted long though.

‘You’ll be the last mistake I ever make.’

Deep in his mind, something lurked. Made his heart ache and race all at once.

‘If you even are one…’

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Sugar Daddy Gaz, who showers his partners with gifts and takes them on all the shopping trips.

However, the name on all the cards are one John Price.

[wormscantscreem]

Soap as Ghost’s ‘stuffed animal’

ok so, i've had this idea for a while and just need to get it out of my system. We all know that these boys are traumatized as hell and definitely don't get enough sleep. I imagine that Ghost only gets a full night's sleep when he passes out for like 14h after a 36h long mission with no sleep. Otherwise I imagine that he not only sleeps restlessly but always wakes up many times during the night. Be it due to night-terrors or just being unable to relax. Soap on the other hand actually is able to sleep through the night most of the time, he does however also have the occasional sleepless night and nightmare.

Anyhow. So now. They’re on a mission and need to sleep through the night before fulfilling/continuing it. AND it’s cold AND they need to keep their camp as small as possible so they put their sleeping bags next to each other. They obviously make some jokes but end up sleeping without any problem. As Ghost wakes up in the morning that confuses him. He’s not supposed to sleep through the night. He’s supposed to wake up many times during it. He’s supposed to have nightmares. But he didn't. The thought crosses his mind that it might be because of Soap but he quickly pushes that thought away as the two of them pack up camp and finish their mission.

Back at base Ghost continues to ponder about how he was able to sleep so well. Could it really be Johnny? Or was he just lucky? Maybe he just really likes the cold? He decides that it must be some fluke and to spend his time thinking about something else.

However during the following weeks he's unable to fully sleep through the night as usual. and be it that something happened on a mission or a special date/holiday is approaching, his nights only get worse. His nighterrors become more common and more frightening and soon he’s running on close to 0 hours sleep even when not on a mission. Ghost realizes pretty quickly that he needs to do something. At this rate he’s becoming a liability. He’s tried his usual methods but they’re not working. As a last ditch effort he decides to ask Soap for help.

However his mind, mind you, is running on very little sleep so him asking Soap comes off as odd.

Soap has just finished up something on base as Ghost approaches him, looking more ghostly than usual. Soap greats him as usual only for Ghost to cut him off to say (almost desperately). “Johnny, sleep with me”. To which dirty mind MacTavish obviously misunderstands and starts blushing and stuttering. Sure he was hoping that his like for the lieutenant wasn't fully one sided but this is way too straight forward even for Ghost. Eventually Soap responds with an uncertain “Sure” to which Ghost gives a tired nod and says “See you at 10″ before walking off, leaving Soap a confused blushing mess. Ghost being way too tired to even care. Sure he definitely noticed that Soap was flushed (and cute) but he thought it was just about the idea of them sharing the same bed. Not thinking about how it could come across.

Cut to later that night. Soap is in room, jittery and overthinking, as he hears a knock. He lets Ghost in, who’s in his sleep-mask and has brought and extra pillow. They greet each other then kinda just awkwardly exist in each other's presence until Soap says that he’s gonna wash up and that Ghost can make himself comfortable. Ghost sits on Soaps bed, getting a good look at his room and decorations while waiting. When done, Soap comes out from the (somewhat steamy) bathroom, only wearing a towel around his waist. Ghost is too tired to even question and just pats the bed. He feels like he’ll go insane at this point if he doesn’t sleep soon. Soap climbs up on the bed and onto Ghosts lap, ready to seduce the larger man. Ghost takes longer than usual to react before his mind momentarely clears enough to ask what the fuck Soap is doing. To which Soap gets very confused but answers that he's trying to set the mood. Ghost’s soup brain needs a surprisingly short time to connect the dots and realize what's going on. He also realizes that Soap is more or less naked on top of him and is giving him the most confused, sad and slightly scarred puppy eyes he’s ever seen. He turns away to stop himself from staring at something he shouldn't as he explains that no, he actually meant sleep. Like sleep sleep. getting Zzzz’s. Passing out. Getting into an uncommitted relationship with death. The misunderstanding now also dawning on Soap as his face gets even red-er and his mind running faster than it should be capable of doing. He stutters out apologies as he gets off of Ghost wishing he could just lay down in a hole and die. How will he ever live this down?? he thought his superior was seducing him?? and he was just fine with it?? oh no what will Ghost think of him now?? He’ll never be able to look Ghost in the eyes again. Should he just try to transfer base??? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhh!???! As tears are almost forming in Soap's eyes to do the embarrassment mixed with excitement dying and anxiety taking shape Ghost throws the smaller man a shirt, cracks a joke about the situation. (i’m not a funny person, but something about how idk? Soap was so willing to sleep with him, like idk?? glad to know you’re willing to take orders?? or something about Soap really needing to get laid) too which Soap jokes back, quickly calming somewhat down now that he knows Ghost doesn't hate him. Ghost moves on the bed, Soap gets back in. They crack some more jokes before they turn the lights off. Soap still being too embarrassed (and used to just follow Ghost's lead) to not even questioning why Ghost would want to share a bed with him. Ghost nuzzles into Soaps back, using him more or less as a stuffed animal. Both of them falling asleep surprisingly quickly. Sure, their hearts were beating very fast for a while, but the calm and the comfort of the other's body making them both at ease.

In the morning Ghost to his dismay had his hypotheses proven as he slept like a baby through the night. Him grumpily admitting to himself that yeah, Soap- no- Johnny makes him feel safe.

Anyhow, I've been rambling for a while now. They joke around but Soap really doesn't mind being used as a plushy and also slept better than usual so they come to the agreement that they’ll just occasionally sleep together. Ghost even getting an extra key/keycard to Soaps room so he can come and go as he pleases.

I have like 30 different roads to take them from here. Be it fluff, angst or smut. but ehhh this is the idea i wanted out. Thanks for reading, hope you also like this premise and have a good day :)

[sae1kie]

price is bee-keeping age and if you don’t agree argue with the wall