#RILEY IS SAFE

[pippynsworld]

Soap's first ride as a backpack.

[amikoroyaiart]

Some 22 and 09 angst doodles

[bluegiragi]

christmas miracle.

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This comic was shamelessly inspired by tender by prettyunhinged on ao3. go ahead and leave the original author a comment and kudos if you haven't already!!

[hurrraaid]

I like the idea of a scruffier retired soap

[s0fter-sin]

09 ghost sleeps curled up as tight as possible; knees tucked to his chest, arms wrapped protectively around them, wedged into the corner against the wall. anything he can to try and feel secure

that doesn't change when he finally starts staying after sex with mactavish; even with mactavish there he just can't let himself relax. can’t convince himself that he’s safe

mactavish notices; of course he does, he notices everything about riley

that's why he also notices when it starts to change

months pass and riley stops tucking his arms under his legs, instead just loosely holding them to his chest. then his legs start to relax, slowly spreading out until mactavish can fit his arm between them and his chest for riley to latch onto

it takes years, unwinding muscle by muscle before he finally sleeps splayed out across the bed. he doesn't shove himself into the corner anymore

instead, he trusts mactavish; trusts him to have his back, trusts his bulk to hide him from anyone that would burst through the door

he sleeps better with mactavish's arm slung over his waist, his stomach pressing into his back and legs tangled through his own, than he ever did curled into the corner

[ghouljams]

Ah dammit. Fauxcest cw

Becoming part of the 141 and you're so worried about how they'll treat you, you know how women in the military are pushed around and you refuse to let that happen to you. Except they're so welcoming and kind, escorting you around the base and introducing you proudly as the newest member of the team. They share jokes with you and crowd around you in the scran hall to make sure no one bothers you. They treat you like a brother- no like a sister, Soap even jokes about it.

"Nice havin' a little sister, eh Ghost?" He says with a wink as Ghost checks over his rifle. Never getting more than a grunt in reply.

You carry it like a badge of honor. Call your comrades your brothers, joke with them about Price acting like a father. Never seeing the hungry looks they fix you with when you turn away. Never knowing just how badly they want to put their "sister" on her knees, and coo at her that this is just what big brothers do. You want to be good for them don't you? Then be a good girl and let your new found family stretch your holes.

[pvremichigan]

Oh, God… Autumn stopped his car in the middle of the traffic after noticing a small clumsy dog was about to cross the street, turning his little paws back and forth. Probably, the little creature was overwhelmed by all the honking and lights, which intensified when Autumn made such an abrupt movement.

But, at least he had done something. Even the cop agreed with him and let them both go, shaking the puppy’s paw as a goodbye.

“Alright, my little friend, you gave me a good scare over there, but your owner must be petrified by now. Let’s see who you belong to.”

Autumn drove to the address on the dog’s collar plate, but he first stopped at an apple store for the sake of the tiny little creature biting on the seat belt socket like there was no tomorrow, trying to jump on it, and then hitting his head with the handbrake.

With the puppy in his arms, Autumn knocked at the door. But the answer came from behind. It was rude at first, expected, but then there was relief all over the woman’s face. Riley wagged his tail like he was about to fly from his arms like a helicopter.

“You’re a terrible owner.” Autumn began but stopped. He knew that regardless of the nature of their relationship, Mich must have been scared to death about losing her puppy. Besides judging the dog’s behavior, it might not have been her fault. In the end, she can be mean and impulsive, but she doesn’t seem the type to put her beloved in danger for fun.

“But accidents do happen. Please, don’t take it on yourself. All it matters, Riley is fine.” Autumn offered a smile and let them have their little reunion. 

“Oh, here.” He threw the apple box at her in a casual swing. “He seems a bit of a rebel. This is an airtag, so you can track him if it ever happens again.”

Hearing a knock at the door, she set down the dish she was rinsing off - after a moment of hesitation to avoid socialization - and made her way towards the door. Beaux seemed to sniff at the door with a wagging tail and nervous composure. Almost anticipating something.

Opening the door, she looked tired as ever. However, that fatigue quickly formed into confusion as she saw the boy holding up a now very excited and wiggling Riley. She looked back in the house to assure herself that he was, in fact, not there. Her confusion now stemmed from the forming question of how the fuck he managed to get out.

No joke, she saw him about 10 minutes ago.

“How the fuck did you manage that, dumbass?”

She directed the question to her pup, leaning in to look him in the eyes with a squint. It was like there was no thoughts behind his own eyes. Which she was... Entirely correct on.

“This ain’t the first time. Usually his brother watches him but I guess he managed to sneak out somehow. Thanks for returning him. Surprised you didn’t try to sell him or somethin’.”

Glancing up at Autumn with accusing eyes, it was more a ‘playful’ jab than an actual belief.

Mich reached out to take the pup from his arms. She managed to hold him for about half a second before he flailed about, causing her to drop him from his obsessive wiggling. Once he hit the floor, he ran circles around the living room with a burst of energy. The pup spun rapidly, unfortunately knocking his skull on the corner of the wall to the kitchen. Mich just looked at him with tired, disappointed eyes and sighed out. The movement of Autumn’s toss caught her attention, raising her hand up to catch what was thrown before she even got a chance to turn and look. Upon inspection, she noticed it was some tech shit.

Oh great, don’t let IJ touch this...

“I’ll see what I can do about activating this thing. He usually finds his way home. Today must’ve been a particularly stupid day for him.”

She turned to shut the door, shutting it halfway before opening it partially again for a moment.

“Thanks, though.”

“I mean it.”

“You’re not terrible.”

And thus... She shuts the door.

What ensues beyond the door is some crashing, barking, and Mich yelling. Oh Riley...

What a dumb, dumb dog.

[cod-dump]

Price, taking in a freshly traumatized Ghost: Ah, a new recruit. Hopefully we can get along

Ghost: You’re my father now. Our lives are forever tied together, only death may separate us. I’m going to sneak into your room and watch you sleep so I can watch you breathe and know that you’re alive

Price:

[m-1-8]

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[forbescaroline]

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[pippynsworld]

[robiinurheart33]

Johnny who can say the words “I love you” but Simon who mouths the words I love you onto Johnny’s skin

Soap who pretends he’s whispering some important confidential information to Ghost but is actually whispering “I love you” into his ear. Ghost who deadpans at him but mouths the words love you into his balaclava, knowing he’ll spot the words.

Soap that gets injured on a mission and Simon helping to clean his wounds the nest few days, replacing bandages and placing ointments, kissing the fresh bandage. In his dingy old bathroom, Simon would drape himself over Johnny, tucking his face into his neck as he giggles and presses a “love you” into his temple.

Simon who wishes one day that he could whisper the words onto every area of his skin, just because. It brought him a comforting feeling to know that Johnny was covered in his love. How his heart wants to climb out of his chest and be one with Johnny forever. He bleeds and his love is tender, it stings to the touch.

But for now, it would have to to. It will have to do. Simon can’t risk what they have, with what so little they have. So he will press his thumb to Johnny’s wrist to feel his pulse, murmur reassurances into an ear, squeeze the back of his nape, and it’ll be worth it. It’s okay. He’s okay.

It’s gonna be okay.

[bluegiragi]

sometimes ghost just needs to block out everything that isn't johnny.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Simon coming home from deployment, eager to see Recluse!Reader. He unlocks all of the locks he had installed on the door to keep you safe months ago, not complaining about how many locks he has to open because it only means that you are safe. He gets inside the flat, everything quiet because it's the night and you're asleep.

He quietly makes his way through the flat, taking off his gear in the foyer. He notes how clean everything is, which wasn't unusual. You always put everything back neatly in their place, knowing how much Simon loves the neatness due to being in the military. But it's clear you've been living here, the flat filled with warmth and love. This was the first time Simon had been away from you since meeting you, the first deployment he has come back to a flat that truly felt like home.

And so it's with a heart filled with love and safety that he walks into the bedroom, making sure not to disturb you. You're underneath the covers, completely asleep as you lay there in his shirt and your underwear. It's such an endearing sight, you curled up with his pillow in your arms because you've been missing him.

Simon very gently walks over and takes the pillow out of your arms, setting it down next to yours so that his head can rest on it when he lays down. He lays down, carefully maneuvering you to get comfortable without waking you up. He feels so safe and loved the moment he's underneath the covers, especially with the way you instinctively cuddle into him in your sleep once he's settled on the bed.

He dozes off to sleep peacefully soon after, knowing you'll be ecstatic once you wake up in the morning and realize he's home. And sure enough, he wakes up in the morning to you happily kissing his face all over, checking him for injuries like the worried partner you are. There's nowhere else he'd rather be, except here with you, his beloved.

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[s0fter-sin]

something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line

“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”

“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"

but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.

he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.

his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.

ghost doesn't let him.

"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."

soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.

he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."

the ice in soap's eyes fractures.

ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.

“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”

[toshidou]

don't mind me, i'll just be sat here crying into my hands about girl dad!simon "ghost" riley who would do absolutely anything for his daughters.

girl dad!simon who watches with a fond smile as his children fail to mask their giggles from underneath the sofa, their little legs sticking out very obviously from their "hiding place" but acting as though they're nowhere to be found.

girl dad!simon who lets them apply the black smudging around his eyes, praising them with how gentle they're being, and only huffing out a laugh when he feels his youngest smear charcoal fingerprints down his cheeks.

girl dad!simon who always has time to play with his girls, going along with whatever game their imaginative minds conjure with not a single complaint. over the years, you've walking in on simon as a horse, a robot, a fairy godmother (you will never get the imagine of simon with one of your elasticated waist dresses on out of your head, the material fighting for its life to stay in one piece as simon merely stares at you, silently pleading you to not take any photos), there is nothing he won't do to make them happy.

girl dad!simon who never once hesitates to scoop them into his arms at the first sign of tears, battled scared and inked hands holding his daughter so carefully, though she was made of porcelain, rough fingers gently swiping across ruddy cheeks, "you're okay, sweetpea, it's just a little scrape, yeah? my brave girl can handle a tiny scratch like that no problem, ain't that right?"

girl dad!simon who has a photo of you and your daughters tucked safely in his pocket at all times, all his favourite people on one small piece of paper he keeps safe over his heart whenever he has to leave, making sure it never leaves his mind that 'this is who he's fighting for, this is who he's working so hard to get back to'

girl dad!simon who try as he might, always tears up when he finally arrives back, and hears his little worlds sprinting at him as fast as their stubby legs can carry them, screeching cries of "daddy, daddy, daddy's home!" echoing through the walls of his home, arms wide as he crouches on the floor and feels their small but mighty weight crash into him, finally whole, finally complete, watery eyes meeting yours where you lean against the wall, similarly emotional.

"welcome home, si."

finally, home.