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Y/N, scrolling through their contacts trying to figure out who to hang out with: Captain, Johnny, Gaz, Ghost Y/N, confused: Captain, Soap, Gaz, Ghost? Y/N, terrified: Captain, Soap, Gaz, Ghost? Y/N: How can I only have four friends? And one of them is Ghost?

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‘her dream ride is probably a jeep or something…’

my dream ride :

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THE LAST OF US (2023-) 1.07 “Left Behind”

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Bruised and Battered Steve Harrington Icons Pt 1

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When GN!Y/N gets confident

ghost: bloody hell, your so short. Y/N: then put some inches in me big boy. ghost: what Y/n: what

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Ghost: A starving cannibal went into town and pulled thru Macdonalds, guess what he ordered?

Y/N:…What?

Ghost: Kids menu

Y/N:

Y/N: Ghost…

Soap: SEE? SEE?

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[Civvy! Reader hears a noise coming from their backyard, and goes to check, she turns on the backyard lights and sees a parade of armed men standing there; guns drawn, they freeze, she stares at them blankly before pointing at the one in skull mask whose closest to the door.]

R/n, to Ghost: ….Are you guys on drugs?

{Ghost stares at her in a combo of intrigue that she wasn’t scared of him and in bafflement at that being the first thing she asks when seeing a bunch of armed men in her back garden….He looks at Gaz, who shrugs then back at R/n.}

Ghost: No.

R/n:

R/n: Am I drugs?

{Again the men stare at her baffled.]

Ghost: No?

R/n: Right, should I just turn off the lights, go back to bed and forget I saw anything?

Ghost: That would probably be for the best.

[R/n nods shuts the lights off, and assumingly goes back to bed.]

Soap, holding back a laugh: *snort* What the hell was that?

Ghost: Nothing, get back to it.

[They proceed to raid her neighbors house, Ghost makes sure to memorize R/n’s address since this encounter sparked his attention.]

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Reader: *struggling to open a jar*

Ghost: *watches from afar, but says nothing*

Reader: Would you open for fucks-

Reader: *gives up and walks over to Ghost, silently holding the jar out to him*

Ghost: *opens the jar with no trouble*

Reader: …

Ghost: …

Reader: I loosened it

Ghost: Of course

Reader: You wouldn’t have been able to open it without my help

Ghost: Didn’t think otherwise

Reader: That’s what I thought…

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Y/N: Heyyy, are you trash?~

Ghost: excuse me?

Y/N panicking: Cause I wanna take you out–

Soap in the background:

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Ghost, sees R/n laying out money on her kitchen table: What are you doing?

R/n, straightening out soggy bills: I forgot my wallet was in my Jacket before I put it in washing machine, I’m setting them out to dry…

Ghost: So, I guess that makes you guilty now…

R/n: Guilty? of what???

Ghost: I just caught you money laundry-ing *Chuckles*

[R/n looks at him blankly.]

R/n: Soap warned me of this, but I thought he was pulling my leg!

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Y/N: Is that my mug?

Ghost: ….

Ghost: no.

Y/N: ….but it’s pink with flowers

Ghost: …no.

Y/N: ….

Ghost: …..

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[𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒] - 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 “𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓”𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

taking a break from requests for a moment… need to make sure my brain still works 😵‍💫 you guys have been the sweetest to me lately and i do not deserve it!💕

tw/tags: very fluffy, strong tension, touching, sweet!ghost, you help put black paint around ghosts eyes.

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you scurried your way down the dark hallway, trying to professionally remain calm but also escape from the ghosts and/or monsters that could potentially be chasing you. ghosts door was right as the end of the hall, all you had to do was make it there.

the door swung open before you even step within 10 feet of it, and you felt yourself take a few steps backwards as a result of how fast you halted.

your lieutenants masked face was the only thing you could see peeking out the door. “a pack of deaf dogs could hear ya coming from miles away,” he remarked, trying not to pay attention to your chest rising and falling as you placed a hand on it to quiet your heartbeat.

“it’s just” you took a minute to catch your breath, “so dark in here. it’s terrifying.”

his blank stare wasn’t as scary as it was attractive for you, but you could see the sarcasm just brewing. “you chose this job, and you’re afraid of hallways?” ghost stepped out of his door slightly, leaning against it with one shoulder and crossing his arms across his chest.

you rolled your eyes and placed two fingers on the bridge of your nose; not only at his comment, but at his stance. always asserting dominance, as if he needs to. the man could breath and people would run away in fear. he unfortunately loves it, lives for scaring people. but something about your presence made his exterior more calm, and somehow hilarious as he tries his best to flirt.

“yeah well, i was just coming to wish you good luck on your next mission. your heading back home, aren’t you? the ol’ manchester?” you tried to joke around, imitating a poorly constructed british accent, but it only made ghosts eyes close shut out of embarrassment.

once his eyes opened a few seconds later, they met yours. like truly met yours. his were deep brown, almost black crashing against the perfect white surrounding them. after a few seconds more of strange tension that only seemed to be building by the minute, he nodded his head towards inside your room.

“since you’re here,there’s something you could help me with, i suppose.” without another thought, you followed him inside his living quarters. as gruff and disorganized as the man seemed, his room was pristine; kept in almost perfect condition. a few pictures and souvenirs that i’m sure he’d argue “everyone else was getting one, so i had to” but the truth was, he loved collecting things. from seashells to postcards, he wanted them all. you wanted to ask about all his trinkets, but before you could, you were distracted by ghosts loud footsteps and the shedding of his outer layer.

he took off his vest and jacket, leaving only a black tee and his camouflage pants, and the sight made you almost anxious. seeing your lieutenant get comfortable? it was as unsettling as it was exciting for you, and the sight of his bare and inked forearms was enough to make you insane.

ghost walked over to his sink and mirror, and pulled the first drawer open. after digging through it and incidentally dropping a few things on his carpet, he grabbed a tube of black face paint and held it out to you.

“i need to put it around my eyes,” he said while pointing at his face, “for y’know, the mission.”

you smiled at his awkward but genuine words. it meant you were finally getting through to him, and that maybe all those times you tried to start conversations only for him to seem uninterested, maybe they were working.

“sure. sit down somewhere, you’re too tall.” you said, taking the tube of paint and following him to where he sat on a small couch.

it wasn’t until now that you realized what was about to happen. in order for you to put face-paint on ghost, he would have to take his mask off. therefore, you’d get to see what he looked like! therefore, he’d probably kill you if you ever told anyone or brought this up ever again.

you paused to look at him for a moment, "are you really gonna let me see you?"

he looked back up at you, eyebrows shooting up at your question. it conveyed that he didn't realize what he had to do either. no one had seen his face in years, he barely ever saw it himself. but regardless, ghost nodded and slowly slid off his mask after taking a long deep breath, showing his face in its entirety.

you shuddered out a breath before swallowing it, you hadn't thought you'd ever have the chance to see his face, but all of it made perfect sense. his features aligned with another as if he was painted, or sculpted from clay. you had to control yourself not to run along the lines of his thick cheekbones and strong jaw.

squeezing out a bit of blank paint, you took it between your fingers and hesitantly started going over his eyes. they closed once your fingers made contact with his face, and an involuntary sigh of pleasure escaped his mouth. after years, you were all he could think about. he almost hated himself for it; there hadn't been a single person or thing that distracted him from his work as much as you did. but as time passed, all he wanted was for you to touch him and not be afraid like everyone else was.

you carefully smeared the staining liquid along his upper face, being sure not to get it too close to his eyes. he couldn't remember the last time someone was this gentle with him, but he wouldn't have expected anything else coming from you.

once you finished, you took a minute to just gaze at him. eyes closed peacefully, as if he had never known fear or danger, as if you were the safest person he could think of. he'd never admit it, but he would run to you from danger in a heartbeat out of pure selfishness and admiration, and you'd do the same for him.

you tapped him on his thigh to signal you were done, with the paint as well as the staring. you tried to memorize every part of him, every inch that was covered in freckles or scars that he probably hated but that you loved.

his eyes slowly opened, finding yours immediately. "thanks," he said in a quiet tone, trying to break eye contact but just not being able to. there's no where he'd rather be right now, and the fact is, that he planned the whole thing. you running down the hallway, you wishing him farewell, he knew you'd do it so he prepared, knowing very well this could be the last time he ever got to see you.

"y/n, i need to tell you something." ghost said as you stood from your spot on the coffee table across from him, wiping the paint off on your jeans. the question caused you to pause and slowly sit back down, "yeah, what's up?"

he cleared his throat a few times before carrying on, “i think-”

all the sudden, his door was banged on before captain price entered.

“ghost. get your things, we’re leaving early.”

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BELLA RAMSEY as ELLIE WILLIAMS in THE LAST OF US - 1.01 When You’re Lost in the Darkness

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uh huh uh huh i’m listening 👁👄👁

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isn’t he just a breath of fresh air or what

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color palette meme ♡ stranger things + sherbet Friends don’t lie.