#NEW cod ghosts game??

[maymaylyn]

If they’re actually coming out with a new game, I really hope that we get more lore with Elias and Rorke in their relationship before Caracas😫

[wombywoo]

just checking...

[stranded-ziggy]

Ghost and Soap in Suits || Modern Warfare II

No mask version under cut:

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

WIP game--

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

the WIP avalanche:

soap soulmate 04

soap soulmate 05

spreading rumors about dating gaz

megafauna post-apocalyptic 02

megafauna post-apocalyptic 03

soap og soulmate original ending

messy sexual tension gaz 04

messy sexual tension gaz 05

shifter/hybrid au pwp konig

shifter/hybrid au pwp soap

shifter/hybrid au barn intro

keegan soulmate 01

milestone rq rough draft

konig horangi pocket medic reader

cap mactavish vs prickly medic reader

cap mactavish + yuri scrap

keegan in the cold

PI reader scratch

soap accidental 01

soap friends with benefits 02?

soap friends with benefits 0?

bff soap coming home hurt comfort

ghost frustrated

witch hunter au scratch

➡ ask box

no pressure tags, also encompasses writing/art/playlists: @majinbangus / @keegansshark / @fnny-bnny / @thevoidwriting / @ghostslittlegf / @141wh0re / @callsign-selkie / @kittsch / @kettlemouse

and anyone yet-untagged who wants to do it anyway. that's what i did ;)

[k-4-ni]

‼️Poll winner #2 ‼️

summary: your lieutenant is aggressively nurturing you back to health.

[ Simon 'Ghost' Riley x f!reader ] SFW

"What were you thinking?" Simon hissed, his voice scrambled and muffled from behind the midst layer of his mask, Nonetheless, you could still sense that tinge of irritation as if he wanted to knock some sense into you with his fist.

His gloved hands toiled to bandage the wound on your arm, leaving a slim trail of goose bumps on your skin, you hated it, loathed the way he made you feel, you weren't supposed to feel anything around your lieutenant, yet again... Who can't?

"Are you some kind of suicidal? Throwing yourself in front of the bullet like that.." He kept his lingering gaze on your expression as if piercing through your soul, his eyes roamed your features, the way your lips tightened into a small frown, the way your cheeks flushed with a deep red hue out of humiliation.

You dared not to look up, an overwhelming sensation of embarrassment and regret filling your thoughts, how could you jump in front of a bullet like that? Were you really that desperate to save a life?

"I'm sorry, sir... Didn't want any of my comrades getting shot."

You murmured, a tight scowl curling your lips as you lowered your gaze, fixating it on the ground instead and the way your boots glisten against the light, hoping to ignore and bottle up the small voice at the back of your head.

You slightly winced, flinching at his harsh comment and his aggressive fingers, you could feel the heat and anger radiating off of him, his words bitter and harsh.

With a low, irritated sigh, Ghost peeled off his gloved hands from her bandage to gaze her down with those dark, brooding eyes of his. He yearned to say something better but it was as if he fought to restrain himself for an unknown reason. Rather, he leaned back, taking a knee on the ground next to her, eyes still latched on her.

"What were you doing over there?" the lieutenant questioned with an inkling of nuisance and sincerity in his voice.

His voice rang through your ears, you kicked your feet together, nails digging into the leather of the medical cot.

Where you going to tell him? Did he deserve to know? Sure, he's your lieutenant but he sure wasn't your therapist, Save yourself the embarrassment and stay quiet, he probably doesn't even care.

"I—Im afraid I cant tell you..."

You choked out, Your eyes fluttering ever so slightly as you felt a lump of nerves forming in your throat, Denying your lieutenants orders? Rookie mistake.

The lieutenant narrowed his dark blue eyes, his head cocked to the side as he studied her. His gloved hand lifted to his chin as his lips curled into a frown, a hoarse groan erupting from his throat.

"Soldier, are you refusing my orders?" the lieutenant questioned, the tone in his voice stirring slightly.

In that moment, that skin-crawling moment, things seemed to slow. It felt as if this moment dragged on while Ghost shelved for your response.

"N-No, sir, of course not!"

Your eyes grew wide with uneasiness, your lip quake as you shook your head.

"I-Its just—... It's the captain's orders... He told me not to tell anyone what happened before I got shot."

An amused, low chuckle was heard spewing from Ghost. Practically in a way, it even sounded…flirtatious..? Perhaps that was just your imagination. Regardless of what it was, it still caused all sorts of emotions to flare across your body.

"Well, captain isn't here so what happened, soldier." Ghost repeated, a slight edge to his voice as he spoke.

Shit.shit.shit.shit.shit

"Sir... I'm afraid I can't— it's captain's orders he would penalize me if he found out."

You peered up at him with virtually pleading eyes, eyes flickering with disquiet as your pupil swallowed your iris, your eyes glinting with an uneasy shimmer.

Please don't ask, please don't ask, please don't ask.

Ghost's gloved hand reached out and held her chin, tilting her head up to face him. His gloved thumb rubbed against her jawline. The lieutenant's features were mostly covered but from this position, she was able to see more of his face. From her position, she saw the euphoric side of his face.

He came off to stare into her eyes in silence, his thumb still looming over her chin, his bleak eyes taking in her appearance.

"What happened." He said, practically a command than a question.

You hung back, a long moment, a long moment lingered with silence between us, your ears rang as your breath hitched in your throat, was this real? You were probably just hallucinating.

Your eyes softened, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips curled into a tight frown, your fingers dug into the leather material of the medical cot, a thick lump forming in your throat as you swallowed harshly.

This was really happening, your lips parted slightly and your cheeks burnt with a tingling sensation.

"He—... He scolded me about some skills I lacked in, at that moment I felt—... Like I wasn't enough so I just wanted to prove him wrong."

Fuck. Now that you blurted it out it does sound quite... Reckless.

Ghost took notice as you shared your side of the story. Your lieutenant was quiet for a beat, his eyes flickering around her, watching over her face, her eyes, her lips. His gloved hand slid down from her chin, to the bed. He placed his hand on her thigh, gripping it firmly.

"So you ran ahead of your commander, into enemy fire, to prove yourself?" he questioned, his manner of voice implying scepticism as he spoke.

Your eyes flickered between his hand, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers firmly grasped your thigh, your ears perked up as you lifted your gaze into his hollow eyes.

His eyes were piercing into your soul, almost intoxicating nevertheless a sense of danger flushed over you, your body telling you to run yet your throbbing pulse was telling you to stay.

"I-I didn't know what else to do... It— it seemed like the perfect opportunity to prove him wrong."

He leaned forward, his gloved hand lifting to cup her jaw. He gazed down at her, his eyes seeming to pierce into her core as he spoke. The lieutenant's expression was stern, his eyes ostensibly taking in every segment across her face.

"You should never try to prove yourself by running into danger. Not in this line of work," Ghost let out, with the edge of pest in his tone varying to concern.

"I-Isnt that what I signed up for, sir?"

Your lips parted once more and your chest tightened, your breath coming in erratic and broken, you thickly swallowed down the butterflies that threatened to twist and churn your guts, as if they were clawing their way up to your throat.

The lieutenant sighed and leaned back into his seat. "You did sign up for it, yes but that doesn't mean you run into danger just to prove yourself," he said, the frown on his face softening as he spoke.

The lieutenant reached out and his gloved hand caressed her cheek, "You proved how stubborn you are, soldier, but next time..."

His eyes flickered down to his hand placed on her cheek. "Next time, remember that you're putting yourself, your life, not a mission — your life at risk."

You were dazed, just a simple touch from his hand sent your knees weak and your mind blank, you mindlessly nodded to his words, your fingers clenching by your sides.

The lump in your throat would not stop developing, your eyebrows raised ever so slightly as you nodded once more, your eyes still peering up at him as you batted your lashes.

Your lips parted, your chest trembling with each struggled breath.

"O—Okay... Y-Yes sir..."

Ghost stayed silent for a moment. His thumb brushed against her upper lip, feeling her soft lips. His eyes seemed to go blank for a moment, the lieutenant's mind going into overdrive. In the moment, he wanted to kiss her. His lips parted, the urge to do it slowly grew, causing all sorts of emotions to swell inside his body. And yet....he couldn't.

Something... unexpected happened to the lieutenant. His gaze flicked down again to her lips... Her soft, inviting... lips. He almost forgot he was supposed to be lecturing her. With the soldier underneath him, her body beneath his arm, he was close... very close to just... losing control.

Ghost's gloaming eyes took in her appearance once more, his looks flicking up to hers. His gloved hand slid back down to her thigh, holding on. Ghost took a deep breath and leaned forward, his lips mere inches away from hers.

The lieutenant cleared his throat, his eyes snapping back to reality. He placed both his hands on his knees.

"We better head back," he said with a slight shake of his head.

What the fuck.

[currentlychillingwiththedevil]

I was watching Casual Geographic talking about cute animals but slowly get worse kinda thing and saw this comment. The first thing I thought of is Ghoap 😭

Like what if in a hybrid!au, Ghost is of a carnivore hybrid so that’s why he’s so careful in every “hunt”, waiting for his chance. Meanwhile, Soap is of a herbivore hybrid so he will just basically throw down with anyone that he feels is a threat and Ghost has to hold him back lmao

[arrloww]

Café Oasis

Chapter Two

In where you apply for a job at a café. Café Oasis, although everyone calls it Café 141, due the number of military things in the café, and the army cadets that wonder into the café on their downtown.

SERIES CONTENT WARNING: xreader, Swearing, Sexual innuendos, fucked up sense of humor, Baking inaccuracies, military inaccuracies, Smut?

Master list

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After getting home, you packed the things you got from the market. You forgot to do it earlier, and small candles and soaps and wool and a small basket of various things had now been put in their places.

The hazelnut latte filled your senses as you cozied up on the couch, a small throw blanket that was made by an old elderly neighbour, covered your lower half. The television played an episode of Criminal Minds and the glow from your phone screen shone in your face. This is where you stayed for most of the day, scrolling on your phone before it was time to make dinner.

After dinner, you scroll through your emails, checking if you had gotten anything from the café or any other jobs you applied for. Most of the emails were just spam, Jobs hiring that you couldn’t apply for or Spotify Spam.

Sighing while tossing and turning in bed hours later, thoughts travelled, and soft music played. You worried that you wouldn’t get the job and that you wouldn’t be able to get a job at all and you would get kicked out…

The room is dark, and you were still awake at two in the morning. Why were you awake? Did you leave a light on? The water? The oven? Did you lock the front door?

Shaking the thoughts away, you weren’t in the mood to psych yourself out tonight. Needing to be awake for calls, emails and other adult stuff you’ll think of tomorrow. Twisting around to face the wall you pick up your phone, opening a simple game to help put you to sleep or to pass the time. And soon enough you’re asleep without even realising it.

If you knew you’d wake up in such a shitty way, you wouldn’t wake up. It’s 11 AM and your phone was buzzing against your pillow loudly, the ticking of the clock was vibrating all around the room, echoing around in your head. Not to mention your shirt felt all types of wrong on your body. Without meaning to, you missed the call with the distant feeling of throwing up.

(Not a surprise pregnancy, promise)

You were too hot. Opting to walk out into the cooler kitchen, placing yourself on a cool faux leather stool, the cold bench to welcomed you to place your head. It started to ground the racing thoughts, and your reasonable thinking came back.

Rushing back into your room, snatching your phone off the bed, almost breaking the cord in the progress. Opening your phone, there was a voicemail auto text saying that it was ‘Kate’ asking or you to call back whenever you were available. You walked to the kitchen, getting yourself some breakfast as you called the Café.

After a few rings the line picks up. “Hello, Café 141, Kyle speaking?” A guy’s voice echoed from the phone; you cleared your dry throat. “Hello, I would like to speak to Kate?” You asked, feeling a little anxious. Kyle replied with a ‘sure, one sec’ before murmurs and shuffling on the other line. It gave you a bit of time to grab a glass and fill it with water.

“Hello, Kate speaking?” You quickly swallowed the water, before responding.

“Hello, you called earlier?” Saying your name and Kate let out a small ‘oh!’. “Wonderful, I was calling to let you know that you got the job!” She halted to let you answer.

You suddenly stood straight muttering a ‘really?’, you were so happy. “Yes really!” Giving a small laugh, “Is today or tomorrow good for you to come in so we can get your uniform and to meet everyone?” Asking you, you nodded.

“Yeah, today is fine, what time?” Walking towards your bathroom, grabbing a fresh towel on the way. Kate responded when ever you could come in today. Before hanging up you told her that you’ll be there with in two hours.

After having a shower, getting your hair dry and everything else done, you basically run down to your car. Making sure to lock your door behind you.

It wasn’t too busy today; it was cold out and warm inside the café. Wondering up to the counter, a bulky guy with a mohawk and flour all down his front walked up to you. A large boyish grin on his face as some of his co-workers yelled at him from the kitchen.

Trailing your eyes down to his nametag, read ‘Johnny’. He notices and his grin gets a little wider. “How can I help ya?”

(Guys I don’t know how to write him talking in uhhhhh Scottish, please forgive me its almost three am)

“Hi, could I please see Kate Laswell? “Asking, tapping your fingers on the countertop in front of you. He nodded, turning and wondering around to the back. You hear his voice but not what he is saying. Not too much time he comes back, Kate behind him.

“Hey, come around back and we will get you a uniform!” She lifted the little section of the counter so you could walk through. You hadn’t noticed the first time; you made a note of it as you walked through. Following Kate to the back office, she bent down to pick up a box filled with shirts in plastic and another with pants.

Kate asked what your size was in both, and she handed them to you. “Do you have non-slip boots at home?” She asked, placing the boxes back. “They are a part of the uniform, and you won’t be allowed past the counter with out them on, so you don’t slip.” She continued.

“I don’t but I can go get some after this.” Kate nodded, gesturing you to follow her. She led you to the kitchen, asking you to be careful where you step and to not touch anything.

“So, the kitchen, self-explanatory.” She gestured around the working people, making sure you knew where everything was and what she expected from you. “So, all I ask is to keep your space clean, if something needs to be washed, rinse it in the hot water and then into the dish washer.” You nodded along, making note and to make another note to write it in a notebook when you get home. “Now, I am lenient with phone usage, but not when its busy, or if we have a flux of online orders. There is always something to do, but in the event there’s not, just make sure you’re conversing out the front. Okay?”

“Understood.” A skinner male catching your eye, he was loading the dishwasher and plunging his hands in to clear steaming water in a deep sink. He looked tired and had almost a constant look of ‘I’m bored, help me’. Kate continued her tour around the kitchen, pushing taller men out of the way and excusing herself past other female employees.

Once out the front of the Café, Kate showed you the layout of the pastries and other things in the glass cases and how to use the barista area. “Now if you have any trouble with anything, ask your co-workers. If they can’t help you at that time come to me.”

It wasn’t for another half hour before you were out of the café, heading to your nearest shoe store to buy a good quality pair of not slip boots.

[boxofthings]

some drawing practice with good ol' Ghost

(click for better quality)

Ref

[hyperfixiation-station]

Family Man

I saw another tumblr post that inspired this but I can't find it now so if someone could like tag them below that'd be great :)

Simon Riley was a family man. Giving his family chance after chance when they didn't deserve it. Sacrificing his career and personal life to help his mother and brother out of the hole they dug themselves into. Throwing his father out  after he threatened those he loved. Being best man at his brothers wedding. Being the a great uncle to a nephew he adored. Being a better man than his father.

Simon Riley was a family man. Going back home despite enduring months of torture that did nothing but remind him of the way he grew up.  Choosing revenge instead of death when he found the family he had rebuilt slaughtered at the hands of his enemy. Slaughtering everyone that stood in between him and revenge.

Simon Riley was a family man. Simon Riley died with his brother, mother, and nephew. Simon Riley was buried alive in another mans coffin. Simon Riley killed himself when he killed Roba. Simon Riley is dead and gone.

Simon Riley was a family man. Ghost was not. Simon Riley died next to his brother and mother. Ghost emerged from the ashes. Simon Riley was buried 6 feet under. Ghost came crawling out the top. Simon Riley entered Roba's mansion. Ghost was who Shepard met when he left.

Ghost was not a family man. Ghost pretended Simon Riley was dead, buried along side his tormentor.  He had built a dam around his heart, holing Simon Riley up inside.

A little girl in a Ukrainian school made the wall around his heart chip, her innocent brown eyes and missing front tooth so like another child Ghost once knew. He teary eyes hurt him inside, and he found himself telling his story to the children and the terrorists as they waited for extraction.

John Price, a soldier a few years older than himself, is the first to force his way into Ghost heart. With his willingness to bend and break the rules to do what needs to be done, unquestioning acceptance of Ghost's actions, he wins Ghosts, and by extension Simon Riley's, trust.

A Roach worms his way into Ghost's heart next. Much like Ghost, the little bug rarely shows his face, and talks even less. Ghost find's him a kindred spirit of sorts. His rescue of Price was enough to permanently cement his spot in Ghost's inner circle.

Kyle Garrick is next, pulling at Ghost's heartstrings with his light-hearted banter and teasing personality. His actions and words remind Ghost so much of a brother from another life.

Ghost was not a family man. Ghost left Simon Riley lying on the floor of his brothers home. Ghost fought his way out of a grave, leaving Simon Riley under the ground. Ghost walked out of Roba's mansion, leaving Simon Riley with a bullet in his brain. Ghost rose from the ashes, leaving Simon Riley for dead.

John MacTavish brings Simon Riley back to life. Unlike the others, who hesitantly chipped away at Ghost's icy exterior, Soap comes in swinging. Armed with nothing but an uncaring attitude and a sniper rifle, he barges into Ghosts life and demolishes the walls he's built.

His Scottish accent and quick mind call to Ghost in a nothing has since the night he buried Simon Riley for good. His good-natured teasing and simultaneous defense of Ghost's odd behaviors endear Soap to him.

When Soap enters the cartel's house, unarmed and alone, Ghost feels fear in a way he hasn't since coming back to a dark and desolate home all those years ago. The feeling of relief is so sweet he can almost taste it when Soap is in sight again.

Just a few short hours later Simon Riley is pushing hard at the barrier holding him back. Despite the lies, despite the deceit, despite the betrayal, Simon Riley is fighting for his chance to live again. For once, Ghost doesn't push him back down, too focused on talking Johnny through making out of enemy territory alive.

Ghost swore to never again utter the words Simon Riley, swore to leave him dead and buried, swore to never open himself up to be hurt like that again, but John MacTavish lays all those plans to rest. Simon Riley claws his way out of Ghost's heart in the same way the latter once crawled his way out of Simon Riley's grave as Soap fights his way through a city full of hostiles to get to them.

And on a dark night in a church building in Mexico, Simon Riley is reborn.

Forgive the quality, I sat down and wrote this for like 2 hours straight and did zero revisions. Do I know where I was going with this? No. does it make sense? probably not. Did I say I was going to publish the next part of Choices, Choices, Choices? Yes. Am I posting this instead? Also yes.

[cashmerecrow]

141 Poster Boy

[nekrosmos]

I said fuck it and I'm gonna play Dragon's Dogma 2 as Ghost because I can.

I'm of course going to make Soap as my pawn ✌️​

[resident-idiot-simp]

You know I just had to realization. If the OG Modern warfare was released today it wouldn't work, and it's all because people are too media illiterate to comprehend how nuanced it is.

[licorishh]

I keep seeing things about how in the new Modern Warfare III Soap apparently has terrible writing and all I can think is that if you had played the original trilogy from 2007-2011 then you would know the original and frankly better Soap had phenomenal writing

[badolmen]

If I think about Hesh for too long I think I’ll burst into tears. This poor fucking guy. He has to sit helpless while a monster forces his little brother to shoot their dad. All he can do is scream. And when it comes time to kill that monster he barely makes it out alive, and then only thanks to his little brother. And the nightmare is over but it isn’t because the monster cannot die and takes away the only family Hesh has left. He has to sit helpless while the monster drags his little brother away. All he can do is scream.

His story ends bleeding and orphaned and alone.

[loadedberetta]

now I'm worried for the rest of the team. we now know, they ain't afraid to kill one of them off, so what about my sweet skull boy? what's next for the franchise? what's next for other boy notoriously known for dying, huh? I want answers!!! (actually, I don't, he'll always live in my head but you get me)

[butterbabyflapjack]

Please please please I am begging, do you plan on finishing Brat on ao3? I was tearing that shit UP 😩👌🏼

I worked on it a little today actually~💕 I didn't realize mw3 is dropping so soon, its kinda got my Ghost thirst UP