#Ghost 💀

[yandere-kokeshi]

Gaz, Ghost, and Price are definitely cat dads, no matter how much they deny they 'dislike' the cats.

As soon as you bring home one (more so two!), they're frowning and throwing a fit. Hand rubbing their temple because 'it'll have their hair all over the couch!!'

But as soon as you're getting ready for bed later that night, looking for your beloved husband, you find them playing with it, baby talk and all, whilst kissing their forehead.

And let's not forget the time you found them sleeping on the couch 🥰

[wereverine]

kingdom of cards by bad omens is such a babygirl simon "ghost" riley song

[yoshidatommy]

TF141 (oversimplified)

[lass-us-slay]

Justice league/Young Justice: One.. Two-

Phantom: what are you guys doing?

Justice league/Young Justice, in the middle of breaking into the GIW facility: …you.. we were gonna go save you…

Phantom, tearing up: Me..? You were gonna save me?

JL/YJ, trying to lighten the mood for a very bloody and hurt Phantom: It was a good plan too..

Phantom, happy and touched that someone else cared enough to rescue him, and trying not to cry: well I can go back inside, and you can still do it

JL/YJ: *utterly baffled*

[m-1-8]

m l e m ✨

[emmster]

Soft💀🧼

[tasty-ribz]

Remember to sin all year round not just for one month

[ink-n-shadow]

mafia!ghost comes strolling into his office, expecting you to be standing at his desk unloading your case of firearms, only to be horrifically mistaken when you kick the back of his knee and force him to kneel.

before ghost can even blink, you have your arm locked around his throat in a headlock and the muzzle of a gun pressed against his temple—and he swears he’s never been harder in his fucking life.

“that was cute. y’ get it all outta yer system, birdie?”

“i will once i pull this fuckin’ trigger”

“make sure the safety’s off”

[bleepyear]

Quiet moments 💀🧼

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere! Retired Ghost finding his hot therapist a bit too hot and soon loves them.

Oh goodness

[steebersss]

wherever you go, that's where i'll follow

[no-one-fights-alone]

“The mask… Take it off.”

“Show my face?”

“Yes sir.”

“Negative.”

“Are you ugly?”

“Quite the opposite.”

[niceandcozycave]

average sibilngs moment

[m-1-8]

stress reliever

[samuelroukin]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley & John 'Soap' MacTavish in CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II (2022)

[beloveds-embrace]

I dunno if I've harassed you yet buuuut,

I just read the newest take on the text and they'll be there guard dogish 141, and just. What if an anxious little bird just walks up to one it the group and just squeezes into the crowd and just.

"ignore me I'm about to lose my shit" or just stands there and gives a small hi cause they're overstimmed or need a break or someone's been creepy and they see that people keep a wide berth from said person or group.

Hi I'm excited I hope anything here made a bit of sense. Also possible reverse 'guard dog' distribution system, the small bird doesn't find a dog. The dog finds a bird.

You aren’t harassing me at all! Please don’t ever feel like that 😭💕 i love, love both scenarios, so I’ll do the second one later as well. Thank you for this wonderful ask!

The dim hum of the pub was comforting- warm light glowing against worn wood, the steady murmur of conversations buzzing around you. It had been your usual spot for a quiet drink after a hard week, but tonight was different, and not in a good way.

Someone had been watching you, and not in the harmless, fleeting way most people did. His gaze lingered too long, his smirk too wide, his attempts to approach you far too persistent even when you refused the drink he’d sent towards you. When you’d brushed him off the third time like that, you could see clearly on his face that he didn’t like that.

Men like him were common, but that just made them all the more dangerous.

The weight of his presence was suffocating, so you’d bolted toward the one corner of the room where you felt the most secure. Them.

You’d seen them here before- an unassuming group at first glance, but the way they carried themselves screamed “don’t mess with us.” Four men with their thighs each bigger than your head at the very least, and tonight, they were your only hope.

Standing up and doing your best to ignore the angry gaze practically boring into you, you approached their table cautiously, feeling several pairs of sharp eyes land on you. Mutton chops tilted his head, pretty boy stood from his seat slightly, brow furrowed. Mohawk’s wide grin faltered, replaced with curiosity, while the last one’s gaze, though obscured by his balaclava, was cold and assessing.

You should probably ask for their names. If they let you sit you with them, that is.

“Uh- so sorry to bother,” you started, voice shaking slightly. “But…there’s this guy…” You didn’t need to finish. Balaclava’s attention shifted subtly, big shoulders tightening as his eyes flicked past you. Mohawk’s grin returned, but this time, even in the dim light, you could tell it was dangerous.

“Where?” Mutton chop asked, his voice steady but just as sharp as his eyes

You subtly nodded toward the man at the bar, who was now visibly trying to act like he wasn’t watching your every move. The second he noticed who you were speaking to, his face drained of color. He turned away, gripping his drink like it might shield him.

Pretty boy snorted. “Well, ain’t that something? Big man suddenly doesn’t have the guts, eh?”

“Stay here.” Balaclava said firmly, standing up with the kind of slow, deliberate movement that made your stomach flip. The other three followed suit, each moving with the kind of quiet unity that could only come from working together for years. Maybe they were a team? You knew there was a military base somewhere nearby, could they be from there?

Still, you obeyed and stayed behind, heart thundering in your chest as they approached the man- not from fear, but from excitement. Ghost leaned in, his imposing frame towering over the guy. Whatever was said was too low for you to hear, but the way your harasser paled, hands shaking as he grabbed his coat and bolted from the pub, told you enough.

When they returned and introduced themselves, Soap clapped you lightly on the back with a bold grin. “Dinnae think he’ll be botherin’ you again, lass.”

Price pulled a chair out for you, right with their table. “Sit. You’re safe here. Anyone who’s got a problem with you’s got a problem with us now.”

You sank into the chair, warmth spreading through your chest. You didn’t know them, not really, but in that moment, you felt like you’d just gained four overprotective, no-nonsense bodyguards. Is this what celebrities felt like? It was amazing.

“Thank you, really,” you repeated, giving them such a grateful, blinding smile. “Again, I’m so sorry for bothering you like that. It was just-“

Gaz shook his head, not letting you finish. “No need to, love. We don’t mind at all. Just enjoy your night now, yeah? No more of pricks like him bothering you.”

And judging by the way Soap was already offering to buy you a drink and Ghost’s subtle but watchful eye, you were honestly more than okay with that.