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Simon "Ghost" Riley

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(TW)

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It was wrong, all of it. The late nights, the stolen glances, the way his breath hitched whenever he saw you. But Simon wasn’t just watching anymore... he was following. The path you took home, the way you turned your head at every sound, the quickened pace when the streetlights flickered, he memorized it all. He told himself it was to protect you, but the truth twisted deeper than that.

Tonight, he was inside your space, the quiet hum of your living room surrounding him. The faint smell of your perfume hung in the air, and his fingers skimmed over the edge of the couch where you sat just hours ago. He imagined your warmth still lingering there. His hands tightened into fists, trying to stave off the image of you looking over your shoulder and finding him here...

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COD Headcanons: Quiet Moments with them

As always MINORS DNI, also requests open, please go ahead and request im bored n running out of ideas lol:p

mix of soft/sfw/nsfw headcanons

!!warning grammarly used, might detectd spelling mistakes pls lmk!!

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost hates being called soft, but when you two are alone, he’s a different man. He’ll tuck you into his chest after a long mission, running his gloved hand through your hair in silence. It’s his way of grounding himself and you.

He won’t admit it, but he loves the way you look in his hoodie. Seeing you wrapped up in his scent makes his chest tighten in the best way.

His kisses are slow and deliberate, savoring every second like it might be his last. But if you push his buttons, he’ll pin you against a wall, letting his darker side take over.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is the type to pull you into the rain just to dance. "C'mon, love! Don’t be shy," he’d laugh, spinning you around like it’s the best day of his life.

He’s surprisingly touchy, always finding excuses to sling an arm around you or pull you close by your waist.

In private, he’s a menace. He’ll whisper the filthiest things in your ear, his accent making every word even more sinful. But it’s all balanced with his playful smirk, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz has a subtle but sweet protective streak. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, he’ll slide closer, resting his hand on your back as a silent warning.

He’s the king of subtle flirtation, quick winks, passing touches, and compliments disguised as jokes that leave you flustered long after he’s gone.

He loves late night talks with you, his voice soft and low as he shares stories from his past. If you fall asleep on him, he’ll carefully wrap you in a blanket and stay awake just to make sure you’re comfortable.

Captain John Price

Price is the dad friend of the group, but with you, he’s all warmth and charm. He’ll make you tea after a mission, his quiet way of showing he cares.

He’s surprisingly domestic. You’ve walked in on him cooking more than once, his sleeves rolled up and a soft hum in his throat. “You’re late, love. Dinner’s almost ready.”

In bed, he’s steady and controlled, every touch intentional. But he loves hearing you unravel, his name on your lips like a prayer.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro is a flirt, through and through. He’ll call you mi vida or mi amor without hesitation, his deep voice dripping with affection.

He loves teasing you in public, light touches on your arm, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, and flashing that dangerous smile when he sees you blush.

Behind closed doors, he’s both fiery and gentle, always making sure you feel worshipped. He’ll press kisses to your skin like he’s memorizing you.

König

König is shy in public, but with you, he’s a giant teddy bear. He loves holding you, his massive hands covering almost your entire back as he pulls you into him.

He’ll blush furiously if you compliment him, stammering out a flustered, “Danke.” But he won’t stop smiling for hours afterward.

When he’s in the mood, he gets possessive. He’ll lift you off the ground with ease, his voice dropping an octave as he whispers, “You’re all mine.”

Phillip Graves

Graves is smooth and confident, the type to open doors for you and pull out your chair like a gentleman. But don’t be fooled... he’s got a cocky streak a mile wide.

He’ll call you “darlin’” in that slow, Southern drawl, watching the way it makes you shiver. He knows exactly how to get under your skin.

In private, he’s all about control. He loves seeing you surrender to him, his lips trailing over your skin as he murmurs, “Good girl.”

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Lingering (COD FIC)

!!!HINTS OF NSFW MINORS DNI!!! my request are open! feel free to request <3

(gender neutral reader edition)

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Simon "Ghost" Riley Ghost wasn’t one for weakness, but tonight, he couldn’t help it. Your laugh still echoed in his mind, sharp and bright, cutting through his defenses like a blade. He sat in the darkness of his room, your voice his only company. His fingers gripped the edge of his mask, the fabric damp with sweat. What would it feel like, he wondered, to hear that laugh up close, unguarded? His hand drifted lower, trembling as he whispered your name into the void, craving the warmth he knew you could bring.

John "Soap" MacTavish Soap leaned against the doorway to your room, arms crossed as he stared at the mess you’d left behind. A smile tugged at his lips, a soft chuckle escaping as he shook his head. You’d never know how much he’d memorized every detail, your favorite book "dog eared"on the nightstand, your hoodie draped across the chair. It all felt too personal, too intimate, and yet here he was, running his hands over the fabric you’d touched, his breathing uneven as thoughts of you, of having you, overwhelmed him.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Gaz was better than this... or so he told himself. But as he sat on the sofa you’d occupied hours earlier, his hand trailing over the cushion where you’d leaned, he knew he was lying. The warmth of your body lingered in the fabric, the scent of your perfume subtle yet intoxicating. He closed his eyes, his hand pressing into the cushion as if he could conjure your presence there. The tension coiled tight in his chest, a bittersweet ache, as he let his mind wander to the what ifs and the almosts.

Captain John Price Price wasn’t one to indulge in fantasies, but the quiet moments after you’d left were a different story. He sat at his desk, your forgotten scarf draped over his hand, its softness a stark contrast to the rough calluses of his fingers. The scent of you was faint but undeniable, stirring something deep within him he thought he’d buried long ago. He closed his eyes, the room silent save for his steady breathing, his thoughts consumed by visions of you walking back through the door, giving him something more than just a memory to hold onto.

König König felt like a giant in your world, clumsy and out of place. Yet here he was, kneeling by your bed, his broad hands brushing the delicate frame of your photograph resting on the nightstand. He didn’t mean to linger, but the softness in your eyes, frozen in that moment, captivated him. His fingers traced the outline of your smile, a quiet desperation filling his chest. If he could only touch you, feel the warmth behind that smile, maybe this aching loneliness would subside. But for now, all he had were the stolen seconds in your empty room.

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After the storm (short COD fic)

!!!NSFW!!!

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The quiet hum of the base was a stark contrast to the chaos you’d just left behind in the field. You’d barely made it back to the safety of your quarters, but all you could think about was him. Ghost.

He’d been quiet during the debriefing, his usual stoic expression not giving anything away. But you knew him. The way his eyes flickered when he looked at you, the tension in his jaw, the slight roughness in his movements, all of it told you the same thing.

He wanted you. And you were done pretending you didn’t want him too.

You sat on the edge of the cot, peeling off your gear, trying to ignore the buzzing heat between your legs. But when the door opened without a knock, your heart skipped a beat. Ghost stood there, cloaked in the shadows, his mask still on, but his eyes burning with a fire that left you breathless.

“You’ve been waiting for me,” he stated, voice thick with intent. There was no question, no hesitation. He knew exactly what was happening.

You didn’t bother to reply. You just stood up, letting your boots hit the floor with a dull thud. The air between you crackled with tension, thick and suffocating.

Before you could even blink, he was there, pulling you into him with a force that stole the breath from your lungs. His hands were everywhere, strong, urgent, like he couldn’t get enough of you. His lips found yours in a bruising kiss, demanding, devouring.

The kiss was all teeth and desperation, his gloved hands sliding under your shirt, lifting it off in one swift motion. You didn’t care about the noise, it was just you and him now. The mission, the team...none of it mattered in this moment.

"Fuck, I’ve been wanting this all damn day," Ghost muttered, his voice rough and deep, sending shivers down your spine as his hands worked to strip you of your gear.

"Then take it," you gasped, your hands pulling at his tactical vest, desperate to feel his skin against yours. His mask remained on, but his eyes were dark, filled with an unspoken hunger.

In one fluid motion, he had you against the wall, your hands pinned above your head, his body pressing you into the cold concrete. The hard lines of his body felt like a brand against your own, the heat of his chest burning through your uniform.

"Say it," he growled, lips brushing against your neck, teeth scraping just enough to leave a mark. “Tell me you want me.”

You tilted your head, a low moan escaping as his lips traveled lower, tracing the line of your collarbone. “I want you,” you breathed, and that was all it took.

His hands found their way to your hips, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed nothing. His lips were on you again, faster now, more frantic, as if time wasn’t on your side. Every touch, every kiss, sent a rush of heat straight to your core. You could barely keep up with him as he undid his belt, the sound of his zipper sending your pulse into overdrive.

When he finally thrust into you, the groan that escaped his chest was a mixture of relief and satisfaction. You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as his pace quickened, raw and relentless.

“Damn, you feel perfect,” Ghost muttered, his movements steady but punishing. You couldn’t focus on anything but him, the overwhelming sensation of him inside you, the perfect rhythm he set, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

When the climax hit, it was a wave of intensity that took you both by surprise. You gasped as he buried his face in your neck, a low growl escaping him as he came with you, both of you trembling against each other.

The silence that followed was heavy, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. He didn’t let you go right away, still holding you close, his chest pressed against yours as you both tried to catch your breath.

Finally, Ghost pulled back, his eyes still dark but with a hint of something softer now. "Next time," he said quietly, his lips brushing against your forehead, "I won’t be so gentle."

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"Sheets"

- Short COD imagine

!!!SLIGHT NSFW, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

NOTE: check out my previous fic!, also my request are open literally for anything idm, and any character possibly also other fandoms! :p

as usual fyi grammarly used, english not the first language, hope you enjoy!

task force 141 + könig GENDER NEUTRAL READER.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley Ghost wasn’t proud of himself... not in the slightest. He wasn’t supposed to cross this line, not with you. But your scent lingered on the bedsheets like an unshakable spell, and tonight, the temptation was too much. With one hand gripping the fabric and the other wrapped firmly around himself, he let out a guttural groan, shame mingling with the unbearable need to imagine you right there beneath him.

John "Soap" MacTavish Soap chuckled low to himself, equal parts embarrassed and desperate. Your scent clung to the pillow, subtle but enough to make his head spin. His rough hands worked over his length as he buried his nose into the fabric, muttering curses and your name between breaths. The idea of you finding out was mortifying, but it only made him harder.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Gaz swallowed hard, guilt simmering under his arousal. He’d only meant to tidy up, but the way your scent clung to the bed pulled him in. The sheets felt cool in his grip, the smell of you flooding his senses. His strokes grew faster as he imagined the weight of your body pressing into the mattress, your warmth against him instead of the cold fabric in his hand.

Captain John Price Price’s hand trembled, his composure cracking as he sat on the edge of your bed. He told himself it was just curiosity, but the way your scent curled around him like a siren’s call made his resolve crumble. His hand worked methodically, a low groan slipping past his lips as he imagined you sprawled out on these very sheets, the scent of you fresh and warm beneath him.

König König’s breath hitched as he sat on your bed, his massive frame almost too big for the small space. He clutched the blanket tightly, your scent overwhelming his senses and his self control. The motion of his hand was almost hesitant at first, but the thought of you, so close, so unaware... had him panting your name under his breath as he gave in to the fantasy of you.

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The unintended reveal (COD FIC)

A short fic, inspired by 3 other posts ive seen! hope you enjoy! (fyi english is not my first language so i used grammarly forgive me soz)

!!!NSFW!!!

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The mood in the common room of Task Force 141’s base was relaxed. Soap and Gaz were in their usual back-and-forth, their laughter filling the air. Ghost sat off to the side, a quiet observer, while Price sipped his tea, the picture of calm.

You stepped in, hair slightly damp from a shower, wearing your fatigues with a confidence that had come to define you since joining the team. What they didn’t know, however, was the life you’d left behind... a secret you hoped would stay buried.

Soap’s laughter abruptly shifted to a strange silence. You glanced his way to find him hunched over his phone, an unreadable expression on his face. “Oi, Gaz, take a look at this,” he muttered, his voice quieter than usual.

Gaz leaned in, and his expression quickly mirrored Soap’s. His eyebrows furrowed, and for a moment, he was completely still. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he whispered, but you could hear the shock in his tone.

“What?” Ghost’s low voice cut through the room. His gaze flicked from Soap to Gaz, narrowing in suspicion.

“Nothin mate” Soap said quickly, locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket. His tone was light, but there was a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Just... internet nonsense.”

You felt your stomach drop. Something about their reactions, the furtive glances and the way the conversation abruptly shifted made your skin prickle.

“Let’s see it,” Ghost ordered, his voice cold and commanding.

Soap hesitated, but under Ghost’s unwavering gaze, he reluctantly handed over his phone. Ghost’s gloved fingers gripped the device, and he studied the screen intently. His posture stiffened as he scanned whatever was on it, before turning the phone face down on the table.

“Where did you find this?” Ghost asked, his tone low and dangerous.

“It was on one of those threads... didn’t think it was real at first,” Soap muttered, clearly uncomfortable. “But, well… I guess it is.”

Gaz’s voice was quieter, almost teasing. “Apparently she’s got a stage name. Siren” he said with a grin he couldn’t quite hide.

Your heart felt like it had stopped. Siren. The name that only a few knew, the one that had been buried for so long. They knew.

But none of them said anything. Not directly. Instead, Ghost’s eyes met yours, but his mask obscured most of his expression. He didn’t say a word, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, and for a moment, you wondered if something had shifted. But no one addressed it outright.

Not yet.

The next few days felt different. The air in the base was charged with something unspoken, and though no one directly confronted you, their subtle glances and quiet moments made it clear that they knew something. Soap and Gaz exchanged sly looks whenever you walked by, and their teasing became more pointed, but still, they kept their distance.

Ghost, on the other hand, became more... watchful. His eyes would linger on you when you entered the room, his usually stoic demeanor now carrying an unspoken weight. The tension was thick enough to cut, but he said nothing. His silence felt heavy, almost as if he were waiting for something, waiting for you to confront them, or perhaps for something more to unfold.

One evening, after another awkward day, you found yourself alone in the gym, trying to push the unease from your mind. That’s when Ghost appeared in the doorway, his silhouette framed in the dim light. You froze for a moment before forcing yourself to relax.

“Need somethin’?” you asked, keeping your voice steady despite the nerves that prickled at your skin.

He stepped closer, his mask casting shadows across his face. “You’re good at what you do.” he said, his voice softer than you expected, but still, there was something in the way he said it. Something you couldn’t place.

Before you could respond, he turned and left, his footsteps echoing in the quiet of the gym. The weight of his words hung in the air, but you were left with more questions than answers. You had no idea just how much his thoughts had changed since the reveal.