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GUESS WHOS UNTAG BLOCKED AFTER MONTHS 🕺🥳

Anyway send ghost headcanons pls, I need to talk abt my man ☺️

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Testing

[urmomschocolatemilk]

simon who gets agitated when you mention you’re going to kiss a random stranger for your new years kiss. you’re all out at bar, none of you have anyone waiting back home so it only made sense that you would all spend it together at some worn down bar.

you’re laughing quietly as you mention it, shrugging your shoulders, “one kiss won’t hurt, plus it’s not like i’ll ever see them again.”

but simon can’t help the way his fingers prickle at the thought of your pretty lips on someone else’s.

it was about five minutes before the clock struck that you started prowling. a pretty smile on your face, batting your lashes when you found your pick.

of course, if you were able to have it your way you’d be kissing simon, but you knew that would never happen.

so it was even more of a shock when everyone starts counting down and you feel gloved hands wrapping around your wrist, gently tugging you until you stumble into someone’s broad and toned chest.

you’re about to protest when you realize it’s simon, his mask pulled up to his nose and face dipped down closer to yours.

“THREE…TWO…”

your breath hitched, if you moved a hair closer his lips would be on yours. but he was giving you room to pull away, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation but there was none.

“ONE!”

you’re the one that pushes your lips onto his, and he’s so warm and soft. his fingers digging into your hips as your hands wrap around his neck to pull him closer.

it’s messy, tongue and teeth and he’s kissing you like his life depends on it. pulling you flush against him as one of his hands threads through your hair.

you only come apart because someone, johnny, claps simon’s shoulder roughly. you can feel the way simon grumbles in annoyance when he pulls away.

the two of you caged in by the rest of your team, gaz ruffling your hair as he smiles knowingly at simon, “about damn time, lt.”

[urmomschocolatemilk]

Real shit, it’s always disguised as “crybaby!reader” or “hyperfeminine!reader” or corruption kinks sometimes n more. It’s gotta stop yall.

who could’ve thought that there'd be a growing number of p3d0 content in the COD fandom, right? 👀

[urmomschocolatemilk]

omg i just found ur blog again IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR UR BLOG FOR MONTHS

AHH, this means so much to me for no reason hahahaha

I haven’t been posting as much and when I do my posts don’t show up in the tags so it’s really un motivating. Sorry 😭💗💗

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y’all know that trend to the lana song where its like "everybody knows that i'm a good girl officer"? well imagine that but with the 141. Specifically Ghost.

also send in some Ghost headcanons, i rlly need to talk abt my man rn and the interaction would rlly help me get untag blocked

They're stationed outside of some fancy event as 'extra security', and none of them are happy to be there. They're supposed to be special forces after all, and this is definitely not special forces work. At least not in their eyes, even after Price had tried to stress the 'importance' of the job a billion times.

Then out of the blue you come up to them, standing right in front of the four of them wearing a beautiful flowy silk dress that billows in the wind. Your eyes are trained on the camera in another girl's hand across the street as you lip sync a song.

Soap is immediately checking you out not so discretely, and when you turn just slightly, looking up at the soldier wearing a skull mask, his eyes are already trained on yours. You blush at his intense gaze, shying away from his gaze and skittering back to your friend as she hands you the phone.

You don't notice the way Ghost's eyes follow you until you round the corner, or the smirk under his baclava.

[urmomschocolatemilk]

I’m so tag blocked help

[urmomschocolatemilk]

Please y’all 🤧😔🙏🙏

You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

[urmomschocolatemilk]

your COD favs would be pro Palestine

"I dream of a day I will see a free Palestine" 🇵🇸❤️

[urmomschocolatemilk]

English is not my native language so sorry. I really want to talk about Simon Ghost Riley.

I believe that Simon Riley is a tremblingly gentle person towards his lover.

I believe that he is the type of man that Colin Firth usually plays: a caring, slightly romantic, confident enough man who will not need your proof of love and will not tie your hands for talking to friends/colleagues at work and doing something rude because of jealousy. I believe that this man rose to the rank of Lieutenant because he has enough communication skills to lead a crowd of men into battle and AS many of these skills to put you on the couch and talk about your relationship, about what is bothering him and you.

Yes, Simon looks a little secretive. Yes, he looks stern, slightly gloomy and has a difficult, traumatic past, but I do not believe that this person does not know how to speak words through his mouth. Believe it or not, in his field of activity, not only a closet-like shape and muscular arms are needed to be the best of the best.

I think Simon is the type of man who will cover the corner of the table with his palm when he sees you looking for something on the floor so that you don't hit yourself when you lift your head back up.

I see him as the very person who will show his love for you in public by putting his arm around your shoulder or waist. I think he may be jealous, but he will never take it out on you cruelly for an extra smile in the direction of male friends. Simon Riley won't hit people for trying to hug you when they meet u and won't be cruel to you in bed for your friend patting you on the shoulder or back. Simon Riley is not the kind of person who will ban you from social interactions.

Ghost is not the kind of person who is capable of publicly humiliating you or dragging you by the hand out of a bar in a fit of jealousy. Ghost is a man who has enough self-confidence to love you tenderly and healthy.

[urmomschocolatemilk]

To answer your question @rivalriotrenegade

Toxic!Simon who breaks down in what you already know are fake tears, begging and pleading for you to stay.

Toxic!Simon who tells you “he wouldn’t know what do without you”

Toxic!Simon who’s faux tears and sorrows quickly turn into raised voices and violent actions when you insist on leaving him

Toxic!Simon who rips you to shreds with his words, reducing you to tears of fear as he bangs against the counters and walls in a fit of rage at your decision

Toxic!Simon who yells at you all the way out the door and down the stairs of his apartment, not caring who hears

Toxic!Simon who calms down after you've left and immediately goes out to find another girl for the night

Toxic!Simon who shows up at your front door the next day with fresh hickeys on his neck, pleading with you for forgiveness

The sight is nostalgic

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I am dying for some dad! Price fics and I can barely find any☹️ I just know he’d be the sweetest with his kids!!!

Dad!Price x reader

He literally would be :(( (id know bc im acc his daughter) anyway you've come to the right place bc I'm obsessed with dad price.

Mini Series Masterlist

It’s the first day back to school for his daughter after her break, and Prices third day back from deployment. Getting her up in the morning and out of bed for school had been a struggle, as she’d insisted on staying home and spending the day with her father. As much as Price loved that idea you’d told her it couldn’t happen today, he could already see this tantrum boiling up and quickly promised her they’d have a daddy daughter day that weekend. That seemed to calm her down and she’d dragged herself out of bed, still with much protest, scarfed down the breakfast Price had made her and got ready for school. 

Price relished in the domicity of the situation. The idea of struggling with his wife to get their daughter out of bed was something he never thought he’d have considering his line of work and yet there he stood, flipping smiley face pancakes and yelling “Listen to your mother little lady” across the house at his daughter. It was the perfect contrast to the adrenaline pumping action that he experienced on a day-to-day basis.  

15 minutes later and much struggling from your end his daughter stood in front of the mirror whining as you tried to do her hair. 

“I want daddy to do my hair!” she whined, pulling her head away from you. You sighed  

“Daddy’s busy cleaning up after breakfast,” you tried to tell her for the millionth time. She was having none of it, crossing her arms across her chest and jutting out her bottom lip in a pout. 

“No!” she protested to the sitaution as a whole. You threw your hands up in the air, muttering something she didn’t catch under your breath and exiting the bathroom. Price was leaned over the sink, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he scrubbed at a pan.  

“John can you go do her hair?” you asked tiredly, leaning against the island, “she wont let me do it, she wants you to,” you explained. He looked up from his work with a chuckle. Grabbing the towel from where it was hanging next to him he nodded, drying his hands.  

“Yeah,” he agreed, with another chuckle “I can do her hair.” Price marches into the bathroom, looking down at his little girl pointedly, hands on his hips as she looks up at him. “You been giving your mother trouble little lady?” He asks in a semi-stern tone. Even though he was attempting to scold her his words had a soft and playful undertone to them. How could he ever truly be mad at his little girl?  

Quickly she shakes her head, but when he raises an eyebrow at her it changes to a nod.  

Price steps behind her, getting to work on making two cute buns at the top of her head, combing back her hair, parting it and twisting it. That’s ‘his’ hairstyle as she calls it, and she never lets you do it on her, so it’s a safe bet.  

“I told you to listen to mom this morning, didn’t I?” he asks, running a comb through her hair. 

“Yeah...” she confirms, her tone turning to a mumble as she says a quiet “Sorry...” watching through the mirror as he takes a bunch of her hair and twists it into a little bun at the top of her head. Price ties it in place with a hair tie, starting on the other side 

“Don't apologize to me honey, apologize to mom, okay?”he looks at her through their reflections and she nods. He ties the second bun, pushing some pins into it before clasping her shoulders, “All done,” he smiles, and she grins at her reflection for a second, before turning to hug his legs tightly.  

“Thank you, daddy!” she squeals looking up at him with a bright smile. He engraved the site into his mind, the moment is to fleeting in his opinion as she turns and runs out of the bathroom to find you and go to school. He watches her run off, bitter thoughts dulling his joy. He couldn’t believe he’d have to leave all this behind in just a couple of weeks.  

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first and last time i'm ever writing something like this

Toxic!Simon who leaves you to wake up to an empty bed after whispering the sweetest things in your ear while buried inside you.

Toxic!Simon who doesn't return any of your calls or texts until he needs you and of course you let him have you.

Toxic!Simon who says you're 'just friends' but gets mad when you go out with other men.

Toxic!Simon who lashes out on you over small mistakes, yelling and screaming before leaving you crying in your apartment.

Toxic!Simon who comes back hours later, with hickeys on his neck and chest you know weren't yours, wrapping you in a hug and telling you how sorry he was while peppering your face with kisses.

Toxic!Simon who's never laid a finger on you and promises that he will never.

Instead he rips your heart to shreds.

[urmomschocolatemilk]

Duvet by Boa is what I imagine being in a relationship with Ghost sounds like

"Candle lit smile that we both share,

And you know I dont mean to hurt you

But you know know that it means so much

And you dont even feel a thing,"

[urmomschocolatemilk]

lowkey mad asf i havent gotten a lot of dad!price headcanons and requests lmao

[urmomschocolatemilk]

hey there!! i have read a few writings of yours and im in love with your work<3 i have a request in my mind though, could you maybe write a drabble with ghost x civillian fem!reader?(ofc if ur comfy with it)

thank you so much and have a good day ahead!!<3

Simon Riley x reader

You weren't very specific so I hope you like this!

“How was work?” The gruff voice breaks the eerie quiet of the house, and you shriek, keys clattering to ground and missing their designated spot in the key bowl. 

“Simon!” You scold, bending down to pick up what you dropped and then places them on the counter top along with your coat and purse. He lets out a deep chuckle, and the sound makes a small smile stretch across your lips. You can’t even be mad at him anymore. 

“You really need to get a hobby, something to do while you’re on break instead waiting around to scare the shit outa me when i get home,” you state, but he just grins with a hum. You and Simon had an unspoken competition to try and see who could scare the other the most. Sometimes you’d complain about how he had the upper hand since he pretty much did nothing all day when he was on leave and you had to go to work, but he’d just shrug off your complaints. 

“I made dinner as a peace offering,” He tells you, although it sounds more like an offer as he takes your hand in his and leads you to the kitchen. You watch as he leans down to open the oven, letting you get a little peek at the food that was being kept warm for you. It smelled delicious. 

You sigh, “Thank you Simon.”

“F’course.” He makes it seem like it’s nothing at all, but as the exhaustion of your day really begins to set in, it feels like the most significant gesture in the world.  

You walk out of the kitchen and collapse on the couch as he plates the food in the other room. Rolling over you grab the tv remote from the coffee table and turn on a comedy show you’d been watching the past few days. It wasn’t very good if you had to admit, the plot was weak and there were only a few characters you liked, but it was funny and you’d mostly only been watching it when you needed to unwind after a grueling day.

It certainly helps lighten your sour mood, and by the time Simon comes back into the living room theirs a small smile tugging at your lips and quiet laughs escaping you. He sits down next to you once you’ve sat up, and hands you a matching plates of what you can only describe as heaven. 

“I’ll get you next time,” you promise him, shoving a fork full of food into your mouth. He just smiles amusedly at your words, before digging into his own plate. 

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A collection of events from everyday Price is back from deployment.

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