#CodGhost

[quoxal]

"Soap uses the true power of being an artist"

A little silly in between the more spicy posts 😋 Soap uses his talent to make his dreams come true 😂

Inspired by the scene from Turning Red :D

[hauntedbubbles]

All I'm saying is that the Ghost Senpai skin has so much potential 💅🏻

Repurposed assets from the Fender skin "Do you even lift." - it seemed fitting 🙌

[caseykeshui]

Ghost bbg waaa 😭🖤

I’ve been unalive because of school 🙄😭 Although, I hope you all are doing well!

[deadunderorbit]

I fucking hate you, but I love you

ac: batmobiledits on tiktok

[patienceunique]

König |A Peace Of Mind(e)| Call Of Duty 18+ SMUT - ✿✿✿✰[A/N Reading Info (helpful)]✰✿✿✿ (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1470139024-k%C3%B6nig-a-peace-of-mind-e-call-of-duty-18%2B-smut-%E2%9C%BF%E2%9C%BF%E2%9C%BF%E2%9C%B0?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=DaameeBriggs [ONGOING] She felt the day, she opened her door that day, it was her destiny. The gift from the angels of her hard work and hardships she's lived the 24 years of her life. Could it be luck or just the rush that thrives in her veins when she gets a kick out of the high this soul puts her too. Crumbling to her knees feeling intoxicated at the sight. Submission of her obedience, no questions asked, at his every order, ✿✿0✰0✿✿✿ She made and wrote as much as she can with her new musical muse, she feels so unstoppable, so....ALIVE. ✿✿0✰0✿✿✿ SIR YES SIR!!,the crowd yelled as she nodded. AT EASE SOLDIERS!!!she yelled. She didn't smile once. Her brows furrowed as she had her hands behind her back. ✿✿0✰0✿✿✿ Later that night Patience laid in her bed staring up at the ceiling deep in thought, playing that moment over and over. "We have to be partners on the field someday, " he told her with a laugh, she laughed back. For sure that sounds amazing" she was worried if she said his name aloud, she'd melt away where she stood. 

[bonesnbones]

You guys won't believe how many times I had to fix this drawing, and it still has anatomy issues so I gave up BUT I am happy how I drew his face, so yeah have a drawing of Ghost from COD

[elvishprincess25]

made up the prompts for BLOOD and FIRE. CoD Ghost is crushing a rose he brought with him to a supposed funeral for my OC, Strac, and the Eyes on fire depict how it feels in a moment of pure, blind rage.

[leandmaddy]

Group cuddles (Omega verse) ~Fluff

Ghost was in the gym just trying to get through the day like every other day, he had one earbud in so he could still hear something. He heard Gaz and Soap walk in so his silence in the gym would,d be gone. He didn't have his mask on because he was in the back corner, no one would bother him. The two lower ranks made their way back to Ghost. Ghost was taking a break, drinking water and just trying to breathe. 

He had his mask off because it was getting hard to breathe through the thick fabric. "How you feel'n Si?" Soap asked sitting next to the older and opening his bag looking for his gloves. 

"Tired... hard to breath..." Ghost said taking a deep breath to get as much air as possible into his lungs. Soap was wrapping his hand so he rested his head on Ghost's shoulder. Soap unwrapped his hands, and looked at Gaz, they both nodded before forcing Ghost to stand. They left their bags there not caring. 

They forced Ghost through the base, Ghost not having time nor the air to put the mask back on. once they made it back to the barracks, they forced Ghost to his room. Once in, Gaz closed the door while Soap continued to push Ghost, no Simon, to the bed. Gaz locked the door and joined the two on the bed, Simon laying on his back in the middle, with Soap on one side and Gaz on the other.

The two Omega's wrapped their limbs around Simon, and practically pinned him to the bed. "You feeling better?" Soap asked wanting to make sure his partner was comfortable. "I'm feeling a little better but still not good..." Simon said, still trying to calm his breathing. As he had his eyes closed, he started to hear a noise. He opened his eyes to see and feel Gaz and Soap purring into his arms and chest. 

"Wha-what are you doing?" He asked, wrapping his arms around the two to pull them closer, wanting the vibrations more. "We know that an Omega's pur and calm down their alpha." Gaz said nestling into Simon's chest.

"Yep!" Soap added. Simon let out a huff of a sigh. relaxing a little into the bed. 

Price was wandering around the base looking for his force and partners. He pulled out his phone and called Ghost, knowing the other two would most likely not pick up. But when Simon didn't answer, he got worried. He headed to the gym and went to where he knew Simon would be working out and Soap and Ga just be there. He saw Gaz's and Soap's bags, but no owners. and there was Ghost's mask sitting on the bench beside his water bottle, which he never went anywhere without the two.

Now he started to panic. He tried Soap and Gaz no answer. "Shit..." Price thought of the worse outcomes. While everyone was eating at breakfast someone snuck on base and took the three while they weren't paying attention, but he then thought that even if the 'takers' had a gun, Ghost would've taken them down, and Ghost's hard is never down on base, even when they are having sex or 'sleeping.

Price made his way walk-running to the barracks. He tried his own room, no one, Gaz's room nope, Soap's room no one aswell. Finally, he tried Ghost's room, but it was locked. He pulled out his keys and opened the door. seethe the three asleep on the large bed, calmed down Price's nerves. John smiles and placed the bottle of water and the mask on the bedside table. 

He went over to Ghost's desk and grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note to the three. He went over to the bed and placed a kiss on all of their heads. He left the room and locked the door before heading to his office to do his normal boring work.

[coconut-puonch]

old cod doodles from my twt

[quoxal]

"Ka-freaking-boom , baby" A photograph for Ghost and Soap to remember their adventures!

(one of them seems to be more into it than the other, can you guess who?) :D

[madameducyberversailles]

A Glimpse of Simon Riley

(Gif credit to @sweeetestcurse​)

Here’s some headcanons I have about Ghost before he was actually Ghost, meaning before the traumatic events that led to him making himself Lieutenant Ghost. This is coming from his backstory in the Modern Warfare remake last year and my own thoughts, enjoy the foolery with a sprinkle of sociological analysis 

Simon Riley is someone who is low-maintenance. Like seriously he could just use bar soap and look good. Genetics is a lottery this man absolutely won. 

That being said, anything anyone does for him that is self-care related makes him want to turn into a grateful puddle, but he also feels like he needs to pay it back somehow. The man’s traumatic past with his childhood means his brain needs time to process that he is deserving of good things...please be patient with our neurodivergent sweetheart.

Is bi. I don’t make the rules. Is very, VERY much bisexual. 

Because of his upbringing though, it’s likely he wasn’t given the freedom or acceptance to explore his sexuality but going to the military helped him overcome the internalized shame in himself and he slowly opened up a bit more to the idea. He’s also pan or demi-romantic. 

Simon Riley is build like a weapon but the core of his steel is forged with love. The altruistic love he has for people clashes with the violent upbringing and terrible traumatic disposition he has acquired from it, therefore since he views himself as a dangerous near inhumane thing, he decided that he would do whatever he could to defend people. Basically the trope of ‘monster is hated by people in the past and believes he deserves it and can’t see himself as other than an abomination but wants to protect humanity just in the tiny sliver of hope that there is something worth defending’. 

Simon Riley is a jokester from childhood. Humor was his escape from awkward silences, from rejection by peers, from his family’s hurt...he joked to cope, to make friends, to connect through humor, to give himself and others some joy and maybe revel in the love that joy brought. He wanted to be the reason people smiled, because it made him feel worthy. 

He is a provider at heart. Not the toxic kind, NEVER that Manosphere nonsense; he believes that those who are able to provide should provide, and from seeing how his family and he suffered from having the most absentee and abusive patriarchal provider he swore he would not only provide for himself but also provide for others. The world is his oyster and he made it his duty to protect and provide for the vulnerable because he knows the pain of not having that and wishes it on NO ONE. He has brought soup to sick friends before, and offered candy and food too. Provider that makes you want to get married immediately. 

He loves flowers. He absolutely appreciates them. The flowers on the street make him the happiest, as they represent growth in hardship and resilience. He smiles at flowers that grow in concrete. When he’s happy and feeling it enough, he’ll take a small flower and put it on his pocket or a buttonhole on a shirt, wherever he can. They also deeply remind him of his mother and her unwavering goodness, even to those that didn’t deserve it. He also treads softly on grass, even when he’s over 235 pounds of muscle. His favourite flower is a sunflower. 

Sleeps heavier than the world on Atlas’ shoulders before the incident; loves his sleep. As a child he didn’t get much sleep so now his adult body is making up for lost time and waking up without loud sounds and horrible gestures makes him so happy. 

He read romance books back in the day (as a teen and early into his career). Very guilty pleasure, he just really loved the vicarious feeling of meeting someone and nurturing a relationship with them. Loved the ones where one of them has kids and the love interest is active and attentive to the kids too. The stories help him heal in multiple ways but he also uses them as an instruction booklet. (Yes he read Twilight and he cringes to Hell whenever its mentioned). 

Has a diary. Rarely opens it up or uses it, but it has notes of what he hears in passing that make him laugh, make him think, some jokes he practises in his book (the amount of scribbles in the margins is astronomical), and a few entries from the first few times he tried to journal from a therapist/counsellor’s advice but it never really went through. Has a few affirmations in them. He also has some drawings in them, and in a hidden section, photographs of his mother and brother. His earliest tattoo designs and ideas were on it too. He also has in it, written the names of all those he truly cares about and keeps a list of friends and enemies. 

Soft guitar music, maybe some country? But mostly just soft and mellow music that calms the mind but touches the soul. Older generation artists, coming from his mother’s and brother’s tastes, honestly. He only likes a few pop artists, but has been spotted by Price humming a song or two that the other guys (read: Gaz and Soap) sing around the base for whatever and then cursing himself for getting ‘infected’ by those songs. If you tell him to listen to a song and ask his opinion the next day you’ll be surprised to find out he’s actually listened to it. 

His favourite weather is a soft rain, or those sunny days where there’s a lot of clouds dotting the sky and infrequent sunlight. Perfect sleeping weather. And rain of course is common for his home country so he does like it, and can’t do too well with excessive heat (the man wears all black in the desert like why). 

He loves affection but of course, has to act nonchalant about it and doesn’t know how to ask for it. Again, because of his past, affection is something rare and if he asks for it it was likely to go wrong, with only his mother giving him some affection and his brother having rare moments of brotherly affirmation and physical touch. He sees the camaraderie of other soldiers and sometimes, when he’s alone and in his own head, he’s envious of them and the ways they can casually dispense and request affection without fear of it being rejected, wishing that he could have something like that. 

Is a good listener, and appreciates it himself when others listen to him and keep track of things he says, even the little ones. He says what he means (unless he’s in a heightened, agitated state of emotion) and to have people speak earnestly, and even kindly about him never leave his mind. He also lives for doing a good thing as he is a bit of a perfectionist with himself, so hearing some sincere praise from others strokes his ego so much oh my god you don’t even know-

He is a shit driver. Well, technically he passed all his classes but by the sheer power of intimidation as he did do the basic stuff right. He can drive well enough but usually it involves high speed and borderline road rage. Price was relieved when Gaz told him he could drive. Simon Riley only gets the keys if no one else is there. The only worse driver is Soap because he wants to stop and see every dog that walks by and pet it and had to swerve a few times. Plus Soap is a passenger princess (you all know he is. You all do.)

That’s all I got right now, maybe I’ll make more but for now this is it! There may be more coming up but I would enjoy conversing with you guys about it too! 

[kyber-heart-writes]

💀

[hisprocedure]

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[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.16 - No Stone Unturned

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Kiera and Simon share their first kiss before Thanksgiving dinner; Laswell reaches out.

Thanksgiving, 2022

Simon was nervous as the clock was ticking closer and closer to dinner time. He had met her mother and father already as well as having military conversations with her father. Unlike his own, he enjoyed her father's company as her entire family made him feel welcome, not one member prying about what his status was with their daughter. 

He had been spending a lot of his time on the back patio of Kiera's home, admiring the view as if it were something new every morning. As if he saw something new on those snowcapped mountains, he was admirable of them. Snow had begun to fall, forcing Simon to retreat back into the house after a strong gust of wind. Smelling sweet potatoes, he followed the smell like a hungry dog. 

She cooked amazingly as their time together grew stronger throughout the days over dinner. He hadn't eaten that well in years. Aside from their morning coffee routine, they hadn't slept in the same bed since Kiera's drunken stupor at the bar days prior. 

But that didn't mean that he didn't crave it - he thought about it every time he laid his head down on the pillow at night. 

He leaned against the doorframe that led into the kitchen, watching her bend over towards the oven as she opened it, removing the pan of sweet potato casserole and setting it on top of the stove, singing along to Tyler Childers' live version of Bottles and Bibles as she opened the bag of jumbo marshmallows to put on top of the casserole. 

"Bottles and bibles litter the floor; All night revival passed out around four-" She sang, turning around to take a sip from her short glass of whiskey before Simon's presence made her gasp. "Fucking Christ, Simon!" 

"I'm sorry, love," He breathed a chuckle. "I didn't mean to scare you. Figured you knew when someone was within a hundred feet of you." 

"I don't have eyes in the back of my fuckin' head." She scoffed. 

"That much is obvious." 

She rolled her eyes playfully, turning her head before she could give him the satisfaction of making her smile. "Since you're in the kitchen, you can come and help me." 

"Yes, Officer." He snickered. 

"Thanks, Chief." She retorted, knowing his power of authority would be nothing more than complicated by addressing him by a different title. 

"Lieutenant." He arched a brow, stepping closer to her as if he were trying to be intimidating. 

It wasn't working. 

He watched her brows twitch, backing up against the counter. He watched her smirk before she threw a handful of flour on his chest, a light powder residue clinging to his black shirt. "Oh, you've had it now." He breathed a laugh. 

"Ooh, I'm so intimidated by you, Chief-"

She shrieked, laughing uncontrollably as Simon grasped her wrist with light pressure, but enough to keep her wrist from pulling away from him as he pulled her away from the counter to grab the container of flour. Oh, Simon got even when it came to jokes. "Simon! I need to put the marshmallows on the casserole!"

"Fuck the casserole!" He chuckled. 

"I'll embarrass you!" She giggled, threatening to attempt to restrain him, even though she had sworn to herself to keep her military and martial arts skills for on-duty work, not at home. 

"I'd like to see you try, love. I need to get a workout in." 

She scoffed, using her foot to try to knock him behind his foot in a pathetic attempt to move his weight. He was too strong, but they both knew they kept their true power at bay. After all, this was all fun and play. He held the bag of flour over her head like he was going to pour it on her, smirking at how she was begging for him not to, even though she started it. "Simon! No! No, no!" She squealed as he poured the flour on top of her head. "I swear to God, Simon!" 

"Keep swearing all you like, sweetheart, but God isn't going to save you right now." 

Make It Out Alive by Tanner Usrey was playing on her shuffled playlist from her phone on the counter. It was slowly becoming one of Kiera's favorite songs, but she was too distracted to listen to the lyrics that she loved singing. 

Oh, but Simon heard every word. 

"Oh my darlin', tell me you love me; That you'll never walk away; 'Cause you know I love you with a burning fire; And I'll love you til my dyin' days." 

She slumped onto her back on the floor, catching her breath after an intense laughing fit as Simon stood over her, shaking his head as she looked like pre-kneaded dough. "Let me go get the rolling pin." He poked. 

"While you're at it, get me my vape." 

"I don't think so." 

"Fine, I'll get it myself." She pouted, attempting to stand on her feet before her sock caused her to slide on the flour against the wood floor, taking Simon down with her as he tried to catch her to keep the thud from sounding so harsh. 

He fell on his side close to her, feeling the vibrations from her laugh through the floor as he too couldn't help but laugh. He didn't fall often, but when he did, it was either from the top of a wall or stepping into a hidden hole in the ground. "Oh my God, are you okay?" She asked, seeing him propped up on his elbow as he looked up to the ceiling, the flour that was disturbed after it had settled now caked onto his shirt and pants. He was sure his black socks were now white, but he was slowly getting to the point where he didn't care. 

"I'm fine." He chuckled, looking over at her. She's so fucking enticing, He thought. If you don't stop looking at me with that pretty gleam in your eye, I won't be able to stop myself.

"Here, I owe it to ya - I'll help you up this time." She giggled. 

"No," He breathed. "Not yet." 

"Why? You hurting? Getting old?" She poked. 

"No." 

"Then what is it?" 

She knew exactly what it was. She just wanted to hear him say it. 

He adjusted his weight on his elbow to where he was almost leaning over her, his free hand slowly and hesitantly coming up to wipe the flour from her cheek before swiping a small area away from her lips. Bloody fucking hell. 

Her eyes flicked away from his sharp gaze briefly, trying to find the confidence in herself to accept it, not wanting to believe it was actually happening.

"When the winter is cold, I'll be your fire; Wrap you up with a burning desire; The wind, it howls, no end in sight; Take my hand and hold on tight..." 

She felt his hot breath coming closer and closer to her lips. She leaned towards him, closing the gap between them as her hand came up to grasp at his wrist as that same hand cupped her face, lacing her fingers between his as their lips locked. This feels so perfect, she hummed to herself, feeling the end of his fingers curl into her hairline as if he were keeping her there. Her free hand snaked around his shoulder, stopping at the base of his neck, she too curling her fingers against his hot skin, pulling him down closer to her. 

The kiss didn't last as long as he wanted. He wanted to drown himself in her - wanted to disappear within the confines of her spirit. "Simon," She whispered against his mouth, her breath smelling of apple cider with a hint of a marshmallow she had "taste tested" after opening the bag when she began cooking. For a moment, he thought she was going to be serious, but he felt the sarcastic comment coming from her mouth by the slight twitch of her lips. "Hm?" He hummed, his eyes desperate to flutter shut and feel her mouth on his again. "I need to put the casserole back in the oven." She giggled. 

He fucking loved it. Loved every bit of sarcastic comment, innocent eyes, and quirky attitude. He couldn't get enough. She had him in such a vice that he could hardly remember how they even met at that moment. 

He bowed his head slightly, breathing out a chuckle as he snuck a glance at the red blotches of adrenaline on her neck. She wanted more. "If you mention that casserole one more time, I'll let it burn and eat all those precious marshmallows that you've been eating that are supposed to go on it." He pointed out, knowing damn well there were twenty-five in the bag and by what he mentally counted at first glance, at least half a dozen were gone. 

"...I don't know what you're talking about." She replied, purposely looking away from him, giggling at how he used his hand to gently grasp at her chin and turn her head back to face him. 

"I'm over here, sweetheart." 

"I know, but... I don't know how to say this." 

Fuck, she didn't like it. She didn't feel anything. Look at you, Simon, fucking fool! His insecure thoughts struck again.

"Spit it out, then." He replied, mentally preparing himself for the rejection. Well, at least I got to kiss her...

"Can I have another?" 

"Another what?" 

"A marshmallow," She scoffed, winning a smug grin on his face at her sarcasm, which was becoming one of his many favorite features about her. "Another kiss, Simon." 

"Say fuckin' less." He replied, crashing his lips back onto hers. She giggled into his mouth as her left leg hooked over his and curled around the back of his thigh. God, don't do that. I'll fuck you right here on this floor, He thought as his hand slipped down to grasp her side just below her ribcage. He promised he wasn't going to touch her intimately until she said it was okay. Which he was fine with because he was nervous as hell. 

His kisses were needy and somewhat obsessive and she absorbed every bit of it, wondering if she wasn't giving him enough affection back, but that thought was soon confirmed by how the slight digging of her nails in the back of his neck enticed him enough to release a deep groan, almost a growl, at her action. Neither one could deny that they were aroused, ready to fuck each other blind, but they each knew it was too soon. 

Her leg tightened around his thigh, her arousal almost telling her to let him know she wanted to be fucked dumb, but she knew she had to be thoughtful about it. Besides, she didn't want her first time to be on her kitchen floor covered in flour, but it was an enticing thought. His left arm snaked around the back of her head, cradling her skull from being pressed against the floor. 

Their mouths were dry by the time she broke the kiss, a smile plastered on her face as he saw how flustered she was because of him. I'm not sure was love is, but I think I have an idea, he thought as he looked at her. And if it's what I think it is - I'm in love.

He moved a piece of stray hair from her cheek, looking at the perfection of the woman below him. She felt she wasn't perfect by no means, but every insecurity she fought was something admirable to him. 

She jolted under him as her phone began ringing, vibrating violently on the countertop. Simon carefully stood to his feet, holding out his hand to help her to hers. She laughed at him as they exchanged a sensual glare as they both were covered in flour, "I'm going to have to shower before we go to the lodge." She giggled. 

"Yeah, I agree," He nodded. "Covered in flour isn't a good look for you at the dinner table in front of your family." 

"Yeah? And having an egg thrown at you and sticking to your shirt isn't such a good look either." She scoffed with her playful threat. 

"Neither is not showing up," He raised a brow. "I get even with pranks, love." 

"We'll see about that." She smirked, making her way to the counter to pick up her phone. 

Simon tilted his head in confusion, watching her smirk turn to a frown as she looked at the caller ID. "Who is it?" 

"Laswell."