#Modern warfare 2

[hvnsools]

he starts to fall in love with you (Ghost headcanons)

★ masterlist here

Having a partner wasn't in Ghost's plans, so when you started getting his attention, it was something totally new for him. At first, it would be difficult for him to show his interest because it just wasn't a priority for him, but it happened and he decided not fight against his feelings. He never gave you special or different treatment at work, because work was just work, but he started looking for ways to spend more time with you, talking to you when he saw you in the hallways or sitting next to you at lunch. He would be one of the people who get straight to the point after a few months: he was an adult and had no time for teenage games, he would confess his feelings, thinking that if they were not reciprocated, he would get over it and move on with his life. (Spoiler: it wasn't that easy; in the end, he is a normal person like any other. Spoiler 2: his feelings were reciprocated)

[forsaire]

random little headcanons for my favourite forgotten about boy

Growing up, Rudy actually used to be taller than Alejandro until they were about 14 and then Alejandro had his big growth spurt. Rudy is still upset about it.

Rudy will openly insult someone in Spanish knowing they don't understand him and pretend he said something else when he's annoyed.

Has a burn on his leg from a minor firework mishap. Alejandro doesn't let him handle them anymore.

Before he decided to join the army, he wanted to be a baker because he loved the smell of the fresh bread in the morning.

Rudy will only let two people call him Rodolfo: his mother and Alejandro.

Can tie a cherry steam into a knot using his tongue. It's a fun trick to show off at parties.

Very hygienic and always smells good.

An only child but already practically belongs to Alejandro's large family anyway.

okay done

[applbottmjeens]

"Hey Appl, where did the Zakhaev twins go?"

Well they're twenty now, silly. It's time for their true steps to becoming men. Nikita has proudly taken the role to succeed Vladimir Makarov (unless he has a kid, of course) and earned his notoriety after a brief stunt in prison. (Don't worry your pretty little head about what he did to get there...)

CW: Branding/burning below cut.

...As for Kolya, he's accepted his role in his life as well, unbeknownst to his twin and to everyone else. Nikolay finally gets to be important for once.

So the Zakhaev twins are aging on their way to become the absolute menaces in the COD : Aces AU.

(More versions of the photos below.)

[ltash]

"Dauntless"- Ep 23 'Divergent'

SimonGhostRileyxfemalereader

Ghost.

He walked in slow, deliberate steps, his broad frame clad in Dauntless black as the new dauntless leader, his masked face unreadable. His movements were controlled, effortless. Unlike Eric, who thrived on brutality, Ghost exuded something far more dangerous, precision. He didn't make threats; he made promises.

Ghost's shoulders shifted slightly, his body language imperceptible to most, but not to her.

Intrigue.

Suspicion.

She smirked.

Eric, on the other hand, let out an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, let's cut the riddles. What does that mean?"

Jeanine turned away from them, pacing slightly as she chose her words carefully.

"There is something... beyond the city," she began. "Something that has been hidden from us for generations." She tapped the surface of the box. "The founders of our society left behind a message. A truth. And this..." she gestured toward the box, "is the key to unlocking it."

Ghost didn't move, didn't speak. But Jeanine knew he was listening.

Eric, however, scoffed. "You dragged us through hell for a message?"

Jeanine turned to him, her expression hard. "Not just a message. A directive. The reason why we were put into factions in the first place. Why Divergents exist." She looked at Ghost. "Why people like you exist."

For the first time, Ghost spoke, his voice dangerously quiet.

"And what do you plan to do with it?"

Jeanine smiled, the kind of smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Oh, Ghost," she murmured, "I plan to change the world."

"Only a Divergent can open this box..." she said, her voice laced with intrigue as she studied the metallic object resting on the pillar before her.

"Find them. All of them," she ordered Eric, her eyes gleaming with determination.

Eric smirked, clearly relishing the hunt. Without a word, he turned on his heel and strode out, leaving Ghost standing there, unmoving.

Jeanine turned to him, watching carefully. His mask concealed his expression, but she could feel the weight of his gaze. Unlike Eric, Ghost was unpredictable, and that unsettled her more than she would ever admit.

"You know, Jeanine," Ghost finally spoke, his voice low and edged with quiet menace. He took a step closer, slow and deliberate. "If you didn't let Four and her go, do you know what I would have done to you?"

Jeanine's breath hitched for just a second, barely noticeable, but he caught it.

Jeanine turned sharply at his words, her icy blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly. The confidence she carried moments ago wavered, but only for a second. She knew she had to maintain her composure, especially in front of him.

Ghost stood before her, his towering presence dark and imposing, a stark contrast to the sterile white glow of the Erudite headquarters. His skull-painted mask obscured any emotion, but Jeanine didn't need to see his face to know the weight of his words.

He took a step closer, his boots barely making a sound against the pristine floor.

"I could have killed you right there," he said, his voice low, deliberate.

Jeanine inhaled quietly, her hands clasped behind her back, but she made no sudden movements. She knew better than to provoke him. Ghost was dangerous, not just because of his skill, but because of his unpredictability. He wasn't like Eric, who thrived on power plays and intimidation. Ghost didn't need to intimidate. His mere existence was a threat.

Jeanine straightened her posture, feigning composure. "And yet, you didn't."

Ghost tilted his head slightly, as if considering her words. Then he took another step forward.

"Do you know what's holding me back?" he asked, his voice a quiet storm.

Jeanine swallowed, keeping her expression neutral. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her unease. "Enlighten me."

Ghost's gloved fingers twitched at his side, but he didn't reach for his weapon. He didn't need to.

"She's out there," he said simply. "That's what's holding me back."

Jeanine's sharp mind immediately connected the dots. Her. The girl who had escaped. The one who had left with Four.

The realization sent a ripple of intrigue through her.

Ghost wasn't just playing along with Dauntless leadership for power. He wasn't just here to survive. He was here for her.

Jeanine's lips curved slightly. "Ah... interesting."

Ghost took another step, closing the distance between them until he was just inches away. His voice dropped lower, more dangerous.

"I want you to understand something, Jeanine," he murmured. "You let her go, and that's the only reason you're still breathing."

Jeanine's smirk faltered, if only slightly.

Ghost leaned in just a fraction more. "If anything happens to her, if you even think of hunting her down, I will make sure you don't live to see what's inside that box."

Jeanine held his gaze, and for the first time in a long time, she felt the undeniable weight of a true predator staring her down.

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

Then, without another word, Ghost stepped back, his movements slow, controlled.

Jeanine exhaled, regaining her composure as he turned toward the door.

She had underestimated him.

And she didn't even know the truth.

That Ghost wasn't just dangerous.

He was the most dangerous kind of Divergent.

Inside the cold, sterile walls of Erudite headquarters, Eric strapped on his gear, his movements methodical as he prepared for departure. The sharp scent of metal and gunpowder clung to the air. Ghost stood beside him, watching with an impassive expression, though his mind was already calculating his next move.

"Where are you going?" Ghost asked, his voice even.

Eric smirked, securing a fresh magazine into his rifle. "To take Divergents into custody. Jeanine ordered me to head to Amity and find them. They can help open the box."

Ghost knew the truth, he was a Divergent, a powerful one. But no one could ever suspect it. Not now. Not while he had a role to play. He also knew exactly who Eric was hunting: you, Four, Caleb, and Peter.

At any cost, Ghost would not let Eric take you back to Jeanine.

"I'm coming with you," Ghost said, grabbing his own weapon and loading it smoothly. He kept his voice neutral, authoritative, just another Dauntless leader doing his duty.

Eric raised an eyebrow, then smirked. "As you wish."

The armored vehicles roared to life, their engines growling as they rolled out of Erudite headquarters. Three heavily armed transports moved in formation, cutting through the desolate streets of Chicago toward Amity.

The armored vehicle rumbled beneath Ghost as he sat beside Eric, his expression unreadable beneath his mask. The convoy of three heavily armed Dauntless vehicles sped through the remnants of the city, leaving behind the cold steel and towering buildings of Erudite as they made their way toward Amity’s peaceful farmlands.

Eric sat beside him, smirking as he checked his weapon. "It’s almost funny, isn’t it? These Divergents think they can hide in a place like Amity. They forget we always find them." He chuckled, shaking his head. "They’re just delaying the inevitable."

Ghost didn’t respond immediately. He couldn’t afford to reveal anything, not even a flicker of emotion. He knew Eric was watching him, gauging his reactions. Instead, he shifted his grip on his rifle and kept his voice steady.

"If they’re smart, they’ll already be gone," he said, his tone cold, detached. "But if they’re still there… we’ll bring them in."

Eric grinned. "That’s the spirit, mate. I knew you had it in you."

Ghost barely reacted. Inside, his mind was already racing, calculating every possible way to get you out of there before Eric could put his hands on you. He knew you, knew that you wouldn’t just run at the first sign of trouble—you’d fight if it meant protecting the people around you.

And that terrified him.

He couldn’t let you get caught. Not when he had fought so hard to keep you safe.

The vehicle hit a bump, shaking slightly as the convoy neared the Amity border. The peaceful farmlands came into view, stretching out like a golden sea in the early morning light. The sight of it, so calm and untouched by war, felt surreal compared to the chaos that brewed just beyond its borders.

Eric leaned forward, his eyes scanning the horizon. "We’ll spread out as soon as we arrive," he ordered. "Separate the weak from the strong, and if anyone resists, we put them down. We need a Divergent, not a revolution."

Ghost tightened his grip on his gun.

Not on my watch.

The moment they reached Amity, he knew he’d have to move fast. If Eric so much as laid a finger on you, Ghost would have no choice but to blow his cover.

And if that happened…

He’d make sure Eric didn’t leave Amity alive.

[sirrabbithat]

Trust Fall

This has been sitting in my drafts for literal months, idk if I'll ever finish it but here it is! (Part 1/???) NikPriceGraves bird Au.

(TW: jealousy, Nik feels left out, suicidal thoughts?)

Bird!Nikolia watches from the ground as Price and Graves, his boyfriends, fly high into the sky to do eagle trust falls. Nik watches as his partners plummit to the ground, holding each other and breaking off at the last moment. Nikiolia smiles. He thinks back to when the pair had fist started doing this activity.

When the three of them first got together, Nik could not bring himself to watch the falls. Not out of fear for his mates lives, he knows neither will die from this ritual. But out of a type of jealousy, he thought he had beat out of himself years ago.

Nikolia cannot do the fall himself because of his tattered wings. A seabird forced to live life on the ground. how pitiful Nik was the night after that first fall, in their bed as his lovers wouldn't stop talking about their earlier flight and how exciting it was while Nik pretended to sleep. He listened to them coo about how amazing the flight was. And he just wanted to die laying next to them that first night.

Price and Graves notice His shift in demenor the next morning and start coming up with ways to help their boyfriend.

[urmomschocolatemilk]

I 🩷 bikers

Biker!Simon who’s tatted uppp. He’s rolling up his sleeves while he rides to let everyone get a look at his muscly arms laced with inked designs because yes, he does want to show off

Biker!Simon who's rolling up next to you at a red light, head turning while he thrums his fingers on the seat under him. He can feel your heated gaze through your window.

Biker!Simon who flips open his visor and lets his eyes find yours. He wants you to know that he sees you staring and he's staring right back at you

Biker!Simon who passes his phone to you with the new contact sheet open on his screen, ready for you to fill out

Biker!Simon who trashes on the TikTok bikers and calls them cornballs but doesn’t hesitate to send you photos of him in a compression shirt and helmet at any chance he gets

Biker!Simon who buys you a helmet before your first date, and takes you home. And no matter how much you beg him that night, he refuses to go above sixty on the highway because he why would he ever put his girl at risk like that?

[whateveriwant]

I know I’ve already gone on and on about what it’s like to have a size difference with Simon Riley, but I’m sorry, I just will never get over how big and strong this man is.

Like I feel like sometimes his size gets lost on us since he’s surrounded by other tall, buff military guys all the time. But y’all, I’m telling you, this man is big. Like 6’4, 250+ pounds, big enough to eclipse the sun big.

With a man that big, it honestly doesn’t even matter what size you are because he’s always going to be bigger and stronger than you anyway. You can be tall, short, stocky, thin, whatever, and this man is still fully capable (and willing? 👀) of snapping you in half like a twig.

Are you worried about potential home invaders? Well, you shouldn’t be. One quick flick of his wrist and he’s breaking the neck of anyone who tries to threaten you. Did you accidentally lock yourself out of the house? Well, don’t bother calling a locksmith. There’s no lock left to pick after he’s just caved the door in with his foot. Do you have a really stubborn jar you’re struggling to open? Well, hand it over, love. He can crack that sucker open in half a second flat.

But Lord, don’t even get me started when it comes to all the ways Simon uses that strength of his in the bedroom.

Like when he tells you to sit on his face so he can eat you out. Don’t even try it with that nervous, hovering, “I’m too heavy, Si,” bullshit. You better sit your ass down right when and where he tells you to or he’ll hold you down by the hips until he’s had his fill.

Or when, after a night of heavy flirting and teasing, he’s got that look in his eye as he corners you against your entryway wall. Don’t be surprised when one moment your feet are firmly planted on the ground, and the next you’re lifted into the air, your legs slung over his arms as he drills into you like you’re his own little fuck puppet.

Or when he’s got you spread out on his bed, got your knees up by your ears, got the backs of your thighs burning in a way that’s matched only by how your walls have to stretch to take his thick cock. Don’t think he’s being mean or malicious when he sees your eyes well with tears but does nothing to change the way he’s fucking down into you. It’s not that Simon doesn’t care whenever you cry and quiver and plead with him to go easier on you, it’s that he knows the truth. He knows that, deep down, you love when he handles you like he isn’t afraid to break you.

[spiltspit]

back to my roots (ghost pinup sketch)

[rileyslibrary]

After suffering a gunshot wound, you wake up in a hospital bed with Ghost sitting by your side. Unfortunately, the effects of anaesthesia leave you unable to recognise him and, worse, confuse him with someone else.

A/N: Fluff. Based on a request I received a while ago. Hope you like it, anon!

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A machine on your left beeps rhythmically. The taste of something metallic lingers in your mouth, and the iodine smell stinks your nostrils. Your eyes open slowly, but the bright ceiling light forces them shut again. You lick your lips and attempt to swallow a couple of times. Dry. Your mouth is dry. You need water. Your hand moves towards your face, but a low, raspy voice advises you against it.

“Careful now,” it says, and a hand gently grabs your wrist. “Don’t pull the IV off.”

You turn your head towards the figure beside you and squint. It’s a man, but your blurry vision doesn’t help you identify him. Your eyes travel to your wrist and focus on the closest part of him: a skeleton’s hand.

You try to shake your hand off his grip, but it turns out futile. Frustrated, you give up and raise your middle finger at him.

“Not my time yet,” you declare. “Fuck off.”

“Pardon?” he asks.

“Not ready to go yet,” you reply, tucking your middle finger in your palm and lifting it back up again. “And also, fuck off.”

The man releases your wrist, placing your hand gently beside you. He clears his throat and leans forward. Though your vision remains blurry, you spot what looks like a human skull with a hood over it.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asks, his tone softer.

“How am I feeling, love?” you repeat. “Did Hell improve their customer service?”

“I’m not-” The man begins but pauses. He sighs, shakes his head and rests his elbows on his thighs. “Never mind.”

“Where am I?” You ask.

“Hospital.” He replies. “You took a bullet.”

Directing your attention to your body, you feel a dull throb in your chest. You wince as your fingers brush against the bandages.

“You are joking.” You reply and slap your hand on the bed. “Why? How?”

“Well,” He says and tilts his head to the side. “You exchanged a few shots with the enemy, your gun ran out of bullets, his didn’t, and here we are.”

“My gun?” You ask, shocked. “I have a gun?”

“Several.” He nods.

“SEVERAL?” You shout. “Why would I possibly need several guns?”

“It’s your job, love.” He replies.

“My job is to have several guns?” you ask. “And shooting at people?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” he explains, “but it’s mainly for defence.”

“Well,” you shrug and wince at the pain. “Doesn’t look like I’m that good at defence—especially for having several guns.”

“I was really worr—”

“Water,” you interrupt and gesture at your mouth. “I need water.”

“Doctor said it’s not the time for water yet,” he replies.

“Why?” you ask, pretending to check a non-existent wristwatch. “What time is it?”

“No, love,” he replies and muffles a chuckle. “Doctor said you need to wait until you have some water.”

“You throw the ‘love’ thing a little too freely,” you mumble, licking your lips and lifting your index finger. “I’d be really careful if I were you.”

“Really?” he asks, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why?”

“I,” you say and point at yourself, “got a boyfriend, thank you very much.”

“Oh,” he exclaims and tilts his head. “Is that so.”

“Yup,” you nod. “And he can kill you.”

“Can he?”

“Can?” You say, and a smug smile forms on your dry lips. “He will absolutely, one hundred and a thousand per cent kill you.”

“Is he that good?” He asks.

“I mean,” you shrug, motioning at the bandages on your chest. “He’s much better than I am.”

“Oh wow,” he exclaims and leans forward. “Is he as good of a boyfriend as he is a shooter?”

“Far from it,” you reply, letting your hand fall to your side.

The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t seem that comfortable all of a sudden. He shuffles in his chair, trying to find a better position, and when he does, he clasps his hands together.

“Go on,” he finally says. “Spill it.”

“Ok, so,” you begin, “first things first, he doesn’t listen to me when I want to vent, and whenever he does, all he says is nonsense.”

“The lad gives you solutions,” he snaps, “and you call them nonsense?”

“I don’t want solutions, man,” you reply, shaking your head. “I want him to just listen to me.”

“Even if the solutions he provides are literally the answers to your suffering?”

“Even then.” You confirm.

“Gotcha,” he nods. “What else?”

“Oof,” you sigh, “how much time do you have?”

“I’m immortal,” he reminds you, “plus the next reaping is in five hours.”

“Oh boy,” you reply. “Business not going that well lately, huh?”

“Not many deaths to take care of,” he spits. “I guess some people could use some serious training when it comes to their aim.”

“Speaking of training,” you say, “he’s always at work and never spends much time with me.”

“The guy’s trying to spend as much time with you as he can, for fucks sake!” he shouts, throwing his hands up. “He even lied to get you on his team!”

“How do you know he put me on his team?” You ask.

“I keep a close eye on him.” He replies.

“What did he lie about?”

“Your precision in aiming,” he jokes and motions for you to continue. “Next one.”

“I can’t think of anything else,” you reply. “Other than he doesn’t say how much he loves me.”

“You’re having a laugh now, aren’t you?” He says, and his tone feels almost threatening. “He’s showing it to you daily; offering advice, keeping you close to him, even risking the possibility of being accused of nepotism for crying out loud! He doesn’t need to say it as well for you to know it!”

“It’s just nice to hear it sometimes,” you sigh and twist a thread from the bed sheet. You turn your head slightly toward him, and he lowers his head to the ground.

“How about you?” You ask. “You have a girlfriend?”

“I do,” he confirms.

“Shut up!” You shout, widening your eyes and immediately closing them back again. “Where did you guys meet?”

“Hell,” he replies. “Right in the pits of it.”

“How is she?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He states.

“Bullshit,” you murmur. “No one’s perfect.”

“She is to me.” He says, shrugging.

“Do you love her?” You ask.

“Absolutely,” he replies, nodding slowly. “One hundred and a thousand per cent I do.”

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[rj-opp]

Dork dad 👶💀

Idea from here <3

[elysianvrt]

"So you do like me?"

"I like you alive."

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pls take this sick doodle as an apology for not posting

[daredussy]

stay safe out there 🫡

[chamomiletealeaf]

Thought of this at work today lmao

[ltash]

Lieutenant Simon Riley hates Lizards so when he spots one he calls you, his 5 feet shortie to get rid of it.

Minutes after he is screaming as you are following after him with the lizard in your hand.

"Get it off me ," he screams. "You'll pay for this."

Meanwhile soap is rolling on the floor crying while in a laughing fit.

[giotanner]

Sgt John "Soap" MacTavish and Sgt Kyle "Gaz" Garrick post-mission finds themselves in a pub near the English countryside, still with their full kit on. Let it not be said around they are lightweight when it comes to drinking

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[urmomschocolatemilk]

Got a request for something like this a while ago n I lost it, but here it is!! ^_^

Simon who “secretly” likes to be pampered and dotted on by you as much as he likes to pamper you.

He’ll put up a fight and pretend to hate the time you spend doing your skincare routine on him, cleaning up his beard stubble and shaping his eyebrows but he loves feeling cared for.

When you first ask him he put’s up a little bit of a fight but it doesn’t take to long for him to agree, mumbling a “fine,” and laying his head down in your lap.

All his complaints and grumbles quickly dissipate once you get started. After all there’s nothing to complain about when he’s being lulled into relaxation by warm towels and the scent of your perfume.

He keeps his eyes closed the entire time, only opening them when he feels the absence of your hands on his face for a moment to long or opening when he catches you snickering quietly.

“There’s nothin’ funny ‘bout this,” he grumbles, and that makes it even funnier to you.

Once you’re finished he sits up, watching as you pack your tools and when you finally look up at him and see the product of your work you’re almost in awe.

“What?”

You grin “You’re glowing Si!”