#call of duty 2022

[harveywritings92]

Soap: How’s Ghost’s head?

R/n, annoyed: Still full of bullshit.

Soap:...

R/n: Oh... You meant when he walked into that flag pole this morning. He’s fine.

Soap: …

R/n: Why are you still staring for?...(looks over her shoulder) Oh crap, is he behind me?

{Ghost is sitting on the chair next to her with out his mask on.)

Simon, flatly: No. I’m beside you...

R/n, jumps away shocked: Ahhh! 

{The reader is so used to seeing Ghost with his mask on, she often forgets what Simon looks like. Also the reason the reader is acting so catty is because Ghost stood her up on a date, he didn’t mean to. A female recruit who was after him, tricked Ghost into helping her with some tasks knowing full well he had a date with R/n. Long story short, the recruit tried to make a move and Ghost tore her down a few pegs in front of everyone. He tried to apologize to R/n for missing their date but she was giving him the cold shoulder so he’s basically following her around like a lost puppy...]

[PART 2]

[cielmeowtan]

the way my last braincell would riot for hurt!Soap and protective!Ghost

[emmster]

Poem is by an unknown author. (Trust me I tried looking it up and couldn’t find them)

Heard this as an audio on Tiktok and I couldn’t stop thinking about how it fit Ghost/Simon so well. So a few days of hyperfocus later and I have a comic.

Enjoy 😊

[sinkovia]

Regretful bets

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Fluff with light angst

You gaze at the picture of your late parents, a bittersweet reminder of how far you've come. It's been alittle over a year since you joined the task force, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride wash over you. Although you didn't have your family anymore, you'd found a new one within the task force. In the rec room, a small celebration was underway, the team reveling in the success of their recent mission.

The guys decided to buy some drinks and engage in a game of pool. You sat on the couch, focused on some paperwork when Ghost took a seat next to you and handed you a drink.

"Supposed to be celebrating, love, not buried in paperwork," his words and close proximity making your heart flutter. You've held an interest in Ghost since you joined the task force, but you never tried to pursue it, believing he wasn't the type for relationships.

"I know, I just wanted to finish up, get it out of the way. These reports for the last mission have been kicking my ass." You took a sip of your drink.

"I can help you with it if you'd like."

You hesitated, surprised by his offer. "Oh no, it's okay. I know you have your own report to do."

Ghost leaned a bit closer to you, "I've already finished mine. I can teach you a thing or two about getting them done faster."

"Really? I mean, yeah, I'd appreciate that."

"Maybe we can meet over dinner?"

Your mind raced as you processed his words. Was this a friendly gesture or something more? "These files can't leave the base," you reminded him.

"Right, I forgot. Well, we can get dinner and then work on the report after. How does that sound, love?"

Your face heated up, and you stammered out a response, "That sounds good."

"It's a date then. I'll come get you tomorrow at 8." Ghost got up and left the rec room, leaving you in a state of utter disbelief. You rushed to your room and squeezed your pillow, excitement and anticipation swirling inside you.

Ghost took you to a cozy restaurant in town, and over dinner, you discovered his love for telling awful puns. Surprisingly, you found them funny, and the lighthearted atmosphere made the evening even more enjoyable. After your meal, you pulled him to a small traveling carnival nearby where you both played games and he won you a few plushies. As you made your way back to the base, you stood in front of your door.

"We never got to the report," you mentioned with a laugh.

"Maybe we can do them after lunch tomorrow?" Ghost was leaning against the doorframe, he was close, his arm casually resting on the frame above you. You smile as your eyes met his. Breath caught when he lifted his balaclava, leaning in to plant a sweet, soft kiss on your lips, his smile lingering as he pulled away.

"How does that sound, love?"

You smiled as you turned around to unlock your door, looking back for a moment. "I'll see you tomorrow at 4," you said, noticing the wide smile on his face before closing the door, leaving you to get ready for bed. You lay there, smiling, thinking about how sweet he was, nothing like you'd initially imagined. A week later, Ghost officially asked you out, and you had been dating since. A month in a half passed and you couldn't be happier.

You often stayed up late with him, soothing his insomnia, running your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep, making tea for him in the mornings. Many nights, you'd stay up together, talking until you saw the sunrise. You were always there for him. You were walking to price's office when you saw graves walking out of it. He smiled as he approached you.

"Sargeant I was just looking for you." you furrowed your brows a bit in confusion, why would graves be looking for you.

"Is everything okay sir?"

"Price tells me that you're one of his best shots with a sniper."

You blushed slightly, proud of Price's words. "He flatters me," a smile gracing your face.

Graves was quick to get to the point, "I want you to join my Shadow Company."

Your smile faded, and you hesitated, "What? I mean thank you for the offer sir but I can't. I'm part of 141. This is my home. I've built a family here."

Graves looked disappointed but still gave you a nod, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Well, the offer is still open if you change your mind. We leave tomorrow morning."

You and ghost just slept together for the first time since you started dating. You lay on his chest, tracing small circles on his chest while he combed his fingers through your hair. Your stomach grumbled, and you shifted your head to look at Ghost, who appeared lost in thought, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Ghost's eyes met yours as he kissed your forehead. "I'm okay love, just hungry."

"Me too. Want to get some takeout for us?"

"Yeah, let me get dressed."

You grabbed one of Ghost's shirts, throwing it on as you watched him get dressed. He gave you a kiss before heading out. Your eyes go to his wallet on your night stand and you throw on a pair of sweats before running after him. Ghost was walking down the hallway when he bumped into Soap.

"Listen Johnny, about the bet-" Soap laughed, handing over the money from his wallet.

"Bloodly hell Ghost, you finally slept with her? You were cutting it close. You had a week left." Soap was still laughing when he glanced behind Ghost and cursed under his breath, quickly walking away. Ghost slowly turned around and furrowed his brows when he saw you.

"Fuck, Y/n, it's not what you think,"

"You were only with me for a bet?" Tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at him.

"Love, please let me explain." He took a step closer, but you stepped back.

"Don't call me that. Just answer the fucking question." Your voice trembled with anger and disbelief.

Ghost's eyes were desperate as he tried to explain, "No– I mean, yes, Johnny bet me 200 if I could sleep with you within two months, but I swear to you that—"

"200 dollars? That's what I was worth? Everything I did for you was worth throwing it all away for 200 dollars?" You threw his wallet at his chest.

"Y/n please, I love—"

"I hate you." Tears streamed down your face as you turned away. Ghost reached out to grab your hand, attempting to stop you from walking away.

"Don't fucking touch me. I don't ever want to see you again."

You walked away, and Ghost stood there, watching your retreating figure until you disappeared around the corner. His gaze fell to his wallet on the floor, and a polaroid of you two together slipped out. He picked it up, looking at your face, you were both in the middle of laughing when price had taken the picture. The realization of his mistake hit him like a truck.

"Fuck."

You began packing you things, throwing them all in your duffle bag. You picked up the small seal plushy that ghost had won for you on your first date. You leave it on the bed with all of the pictures you had of him next to it. You walk down the hallway and make your way over to graves temporary office. You gently knock before opening the door. You see him gathering some papes and his gaze meets yours. He sees the puffiness in your eyes.

"Is everything okay Y/n?"

"If your offer is still open I would like to join your company." Graves is thrown off by your eagerness as earlier today you had told him you couldnt. He didnt question it, he smiled and handed you patch.

"We leave in an hour." you nod and walk out of his office.

The weight of regret bore down on Ghost, a heavy burden he couldn't shake as he thought back on the time you had spent together. Somewhere along the line he stopped pretending. Somewhere along the line he had fallen in love with you. He should have told Soap the deal was off a long time ago, he should have never taken the bet in the first place. He made a promise to himself to talk to you tomorrow; he didn't want to approach you while you were still so angry.

But that night was sleepless for Ghost. The absence of your presence in his bed left it feeling colder...emptier. When morning arrived, he mustered the courage to approach your door, knocking gently. No answer. He knocked again, and still, you didn't respond. He called out your name, pleading, but the silence was deafening.

Concern gnawed at his insides and slowly he twisted the doorknob. His heart sank as the door opened fully, revealing your empty room. His eyes fell upon the plushie and polaroids on your bed.

No. No, no, no. He refused to believe you were gone.

Panicking, he rushed into Price's office without knocking. Price’s brows furrow in confusion as Ghost asked, "Where is she?"

"She didn't tell you? She joined Graves' shadow company. She left with them this morning."

Ghost slumped on Price's couch, feeling like his heart had been torn out. You had left the task force, the place you had worked so hard to be a part of, all because of him. Regret and guilt washed over him as he realized the enormity of his mistake. You made him happy, and you both could have had a happy life together. He sat there, wondering what might have been if he had only made different choices.

Two years later...

You were inside alejandros base when you heard graves yelling and gun shots in the garage. You made your way out and froze in your tracks when you saw Graves zip tying alejandros hands together.

What the fuck is happening?

A bullet whizzed past your face, grazing your cheek, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. You turned to see Ghost pointing a gun at you from behind a vehicle. Time seemed to slow as your eyes locked onto his, a mix of surprise and recognition in his gaze. His eyes grew wide as they trailed over your face. For a moment, you both remained frozen in place. But before either of you could react, two shadows tackled Ghost, ziptying his hands behind his back. Your eyes never left him as they dragged him and Alejandro into the base

What. The. Fuck.

You walk up to Graves as he's calling for his men to chase after soap who ran away.

"Whats happening?" He smiled patting your shoulder.

"It's nothing, go back inside and make sure our shadows get them to their cells."

You turned around quickly walking towards Alejandro's cell block, you didn't know why graves betrayed the 141. You had just been working with them.

You had asked Graves if he could put you on comms as you didnt want to see them in person. Thankfully you never had to directly talk to Ghost. Two years had passed but the ache was still as present as ever. You watched as they threw Ghost into the cell, shutting it behind him. He was being treated in a manner that should have left you feeling satisfied, but instead, a sense of unease gnawed at you. You couldn't help but be bothered by the way they threw him in the cell. As the days passed, you found yourself unable to resist the urge to walk by his cell, day after day, a silent presence in his world.

What the hell were you doing?

You walked past his cell door when you heard Ghosts voice from the other side.

"Y/n."

You froze in your tracks, how the hell did he know it was you. The doors didn't have windows.

"How did you know?" there was a long pause before he spoke.

"I know the sound of your walk."

Your feet seemed to move of their own accord, taking you to the front of his door. Without a second thought, you unlocked it and stepped inside, closing the door behind you. His eyes were on you as you entered, and in those moments, you felt an overwhelming sense of longing. You tried your best to maintain a cold demeanor, but your eyes, you knew, were betraying you. In those lingering gazes, you both shared a deep longing, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings that still lingered between you.

"You're so beautiful."

"Did soap bet you 20 to say that?" his eyes went from yours to the ground as the words left your lips.

"Y/n I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I should have never taken the bet. You didn't deserve that."

"You broke my heart Ghost," your voice quivering with the weight of your emotions. "I...I loved you so much, and you didn't even care about me."

Ghost's eyes widen, and he stands up, walking toward you. You instinctively take a step back, and soon, you're backed up against the cell door. He reaches out and cups your face, his taller frame towering over you. You meet his intense gaze with tears in your eyes.

"I loved you so much, I still do," he confesses. Tears streaming down your face, your heartache and longing were laid bare for him to see.

"Liar." You choked out.

Ghost's voice wavered as he tried to explain, "I promise you, after I asked you out, I started to fall for you. I loved you, y/n, with my whole heart. My life was so dull, and I've suffered every day without you by my side since you left. My biggest regret was not telling Soap that the deal was off." You looked up at him, shaking your head as tears continued to fall. His words were filled with regret.

"Ever since you left, the only thing I could think about was the life that we could have had together. The life that slipped away because I was stupid." You buried your face in his chest, overwhelmed with emotion, as you sobbed in his arms. He held you tight, his hand running through your hair.

"I'm so sorry, love," he whispered, his voice heavy with regret.

You pushed your head back slightly to meet his eyes, your own voice trembling with emotion. Not even five minutes with him after two years being apart and you already caved into him.

"Promise me, Promise me that you'll spend the rest of your life making it up to me, and i'll get you out of here."

"Only if you promise to come with me." your brows furrowed and you opened your mouth but ghost cut you off.

"We can fake our deaths, we can get far away from all of this. I dont want to be in a line of work that could easily take you away from me. Two years was hard enough, I couldn't imagine a lifetime without you."

As his words sank in, your mind raced to comprehend his proposal. Ghost wanted to build a life with you, away from the world of shadow companies, the 141, and the constant danger of missions. It was a vision of a peaceful and quiet life, just the two of you in a tranquil home somewhere far away from the chaos you had known. A warm, heartfelt smile spread across your face, and without hesitation, you agreed.

"Okay."

You snuck him out of his cell and made your way over to alejandros, taking out a few shadows along the way. Alejandro nearly smashed your head into the wall but Ghost was quick to let him know that you were helping them escape. Together, you successfully made your way out of the base. Alejandro took the lead, guiding you along the safest route. Finally, you reached a safehouse, and he was about to call Rudy, when ghost stopped him fom making the call.

"We aren't going back." Alejandro looked at him a bit confused, his brows furrowing.

"What do you mean you're not going back?"

"When you see Price again, tell him we were K.I.A trying to get you out," The words hung in the air for a moment, and Alejandro's gaze shifted from Ghost to yours, where he noticed your radiant smile. It became clear to him what was happening, and he nodded in understanding, a smile forming on his own face.

"You can take one of my cars if you need it, I wish the both of you well and thank you for everything you have done for me." Ghost shook Alejandro's hand, and then he took yours, leading you toward his garage.

6 years later...

"Hey! Don't run with a fork; you're going to hurt yourself!" you call out to your 4-year-old child as he dashes around with the utensil. With your 1-year-old in your arms, you watch as Simon swoops in, lifting your 4-year-old off the ground and taking the fork away. You breathe a sigh of relief and smile as you see Simon playfully wrestle with him on the couch.

The both of you have come a long way in the six years since you both ran away and started a life together. Every day you thank yourself for going inside Simon's cell, as your heart swells with happiness at the beautiful family you've built together. He walks over taking the baby from your arms and lifting her up as she laughs. You smile as you watch his radiant smile as he looks up at his daughter. He cradles her in his arms as he leans down and kisses you.

"I love you." He says, and a wide smile graces your features.

"Did soap bet you to say that?."

[lazycats-stuff]

141 TF x male reader

This is the continuation to this oneshot. It's mostly fluff and kind of dates with the guys. It's probably going to be over 2k too, so just get prepared.

Summary: The TF is ready to work together in order to date (Y/N).

Warnings: Fluff, cute dates, just cuteness overall, author may have procrastinated and just took sweet time writings and then rushing at 11:30 pm and is tired...

And yes, another Ghost gif. I love this man too much....

After about 3 days of deciding on how to approach (Y/N), they just decided to talk to him in his room. And they all wanted to see the little kitten. Price knocked on his door, the other 3 members were behind him. For the first time in a long time, they were nervous.

And they were military men.

(Y/N) opened the door, smiling at the sight of the men. "Hey guys. What's up? "

" Can we talk to you? " John asked, anxiety building up.

" Sure. " (Y/N) said, stepping aside to let the men in. All of them went straight to the little kitten, giving it a pet or a scratch, then sitting down somewhere in the room.

" What is it that you guys wanted to talk about? " (Y/N) asked, sitting down at chair close to his desk.

Everyone glanced at Price. (Y/N)'s eyes went to Price's.

" Okay, now I'm nervous. Is it bad news or- ? " (Y/N) asked, confused and anxious.

" No, no, no. " Price said, calming the man down. " It's just... All of us find you attractive. " Price started, watching (Y/N)'s cheeks getting red. Wow.

" And we have all... Got feelings for you. And that's what we are here to talk about. We wanted to ask you to date you. All four of us. " Price said, watching (Y/N)'s face. It was red and he seemed flustered.

" Okay, um... Are you sure? I mean, dating somebody who doesn't know who he is or knows what he likes? " (Y/N) said softly, looking down at his lap.

" We know what we are getting into, if you decide to date us. Do you really think that we won't take that into consideration? We don't want to date you for your looks, we want you for you. " Gaz said from the bed, gently patting the cat.

(Y/N) took it all in. He didn't think he was attractive to the point of attracting 4 guys, whom he assumed were straight. And they want to date him, despite the amnesia and the incomplete memory and not knowing what he likes or dislikes?

" You don't have to tell us now, you can tell us later. " Price said, standing up.

" No, I... Okay, I want to just say this. I am interested in dating you guys, but... I have to say this. I want to be taken out on a date first. Individually. Also, I think that my love language is physical touch... Okay, that's not the point now. Don't go overboard too, please. "

The boys nodded, smiling. Ghost's soft smile was hidden by his balaclava, but (Y/N) could see the wrinkles around his eyes. He should really smile more.

" Okay, tomorrow one of us will take you out on a date. Do you want tell us which one or do you want us to surprise you? " Price asked.

" You can surprise me. It's more fun that way. " (Y/N) said laughing.

Price had to admit, he was right.

" We will let you know who will take you out tomorrow. Now we need to talk amongst each other. So, we will leave you alone now. "

Price said and all of them shuffled out of the room. (Y/N) smiled, moving to lay down on the bed next to his kitten.

" Hey you. You might have more dads in the future. "

The cat meowed, purring and nuzzling against (Y/N)'s hand. " You do like that? Who would be your favorite? Maybe Ghost? He does seem like that type. " (Y/N) said to the little kitten. Kitten kept on purring, making (Y/N) doze off.

It was decided that Ghost was going to take him out on a first date. Ghost wanted to do it in the base, not wanting the people to look at him weird because of his mask.

So what did Ghost decide to do?

A movie night in their living room. He made a little pillow fort and with a few tries made popcorn and some chocolate muffins to soothe the sweet tooth, should (Y/N) have it.

(Y/N) came around 8, just like they agreed on. He was wearing comfortable sweatpants and one of Ghost's shirts that he has borrowed from Ghost.

" Pillow fort? " (Y/N) asked, getting into it immediately.

" Is it bad? " Ghost asked (Y/N), afraid that it was wrong.

" No, quite the opposite. I like it. Come on, I need my heater. "

Ghost raised his eyebrows. Heater? " A heater? "

" Yes, you are very warm. Now come on. " (Y/N) said, patting the spot next to him.

Ghost huffed, but complied none the less. (Y/N) laid down on Ghost's chest, getting himself comfortable. Ghost wrapped his arm around (Y/N) and turned on the movie.

" (Y/N)? "

" Mhm? "

" Do you want me to take of my mask? "

(Y/N) lifted his head up. " Only if you are comfortable. I don't want you to do something that you are not comfortable. "

Ghost nodded. Most of the people would ask him to take it off, but not (Y/N).

" Okay. Popcorn? " Ghost asked, taking the bowl and offering it to (Y/N).

" Sure. "

Next evening, it was Price's turn to take him out. Price was a bit more old fashioned, so he was going to take (Y/N) out of the base, seeing how he didn't like being in the base so long. The plan was to take him to the cinema and afterwards to a diner.

Price waited for (Y/N) by the car, in civilian clothes. It has been a while since he got a chance to go out like this, carefree and just in civilian way.

He looked up from his watch to see (Y/N) walking towards the car. Price smiled, pulling (Y/N) into a hug. (Y/N) smiled too, before hugging Price back.

" You look stunning. " Price said to (Y/N) after letting go.

(Y/N) blushed and complimented Price too. Price led him to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for him. (Y/N) thanked him and sat into the seat.

Price closed the door, moving to the driver's side. He got in and started the car.

" Where are we going? " (Y/N) asked Price.

" That is a surprise darling. " Price said, patting his thigh.

" Really? " (Y/N) asked Price.

" Yes. I wanted to surprise you. "

(Y/N) just intertwined his fingers with John's and turned his head to look at the window. Their intertwined fingers were laying in the middle, next to the what (Y/N) called the stick. John parked near the cinema, turning the car off, forcing the two to release their hands to step out. Once they were out, they took their hands again.

" Is that the cinema? "

" Yes. I thought that you would like to go off base. You looked like you were couped up in the base. "

" You are right, I was couped up. As much as I love the base and the wonders that the it provides, you can feel couped up and like you are in jail. " (Y/N) said, using his free arm to gesture.

" Well, I can't say that, but for someone like you with memory loss... I can understand that. " John said, looking at (Y/N) with so much love in his eyes that he would have that his eyes turned to hearts.

" What are we going to watch? "

John just smiled at him. (Y/N) huffed. Another surprise it seems.

" And what are we going to afterwards? "

" That, my love, is another surprise. "

(Y/N) leaned in and gave John a kiss on the cheek. Price put his arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders, pulling him even closer.

Next up was Gaz. He also decided to take (Y/N) out of the base, but not to the cinema and the diner, but instead to a picnic. It was a nice sunny day today in London, so why not take advantage of it? Gaz has prepared everything that he thought that (Y/N) would like.

Which consisted of some sandwiches, chips that he liked, some fruit and some chocolates. And the drinks? There was of course water and some juices that (Y/N) had said that he liked.

And that's why Gaz and (Y/N) were in the park, in the shade, just enjoying the weather. Gaz opened the container with sliced apples. He offered some to (Y/N), who gladly took it. It was a green apple, since (Y/N) preferred sour apples rather than the sweet ones.

" So, how do you like it? "

" It's nice Gaz. "

" And how do you like the base? " Gaz prompted, watching (Y/N).

" I like it, but I wish that I could do something more than just stay in my room or just move around to the gym, shooting range and others... I just feel like I'm mooching, you know? "(Y/N) said, fiddling with his hands.

" Maybe you could talk about Price about working on the base? Maybe you could work with recruits or something like that. And you are not mooching off of anybody or anything. You are a SAS. Once a SAS, always an SAS. "

(Y/N) nodded, moving closer to Gaz. He took (Y/N)'s hand and kissed it.

" Thanks, I just... I guess I got into my head way too much. "

" Don't apologize for that love. " Gaz said, kissing the side of (Y/N)'s head.

" Now, lets enjoy this great weather. " (Y/N) said, smiling and making himself cozy on the blanket.

And Soap was last and he often says that they have saved the best for last. (Y/N) didn't know how to feel. The Scot was the most energetic person that (Y/N) had encountered in the entire base. He doesn't know where Johnny gets all of that energy.

" Johnny, where are we going? "

" Are you afraid? " The Scot said, smirking as he led him into the building.

" I mean, you are the most energetic person I have encountered on the base. I don't know how you can be so energetic. "

" Well, that is not important question now. You are important now. "

(Y/N) sighed as they got into the junkyard, filled with cars. What the actual hell?

" Okay, so, we have it for about hour and a half. " Johnny said, handing him gloves and the protective glasses. " So, we need to make the best out of it. "

" Okay, so we are going to smash cars? "

" Not just smash. I am going to make a few explosions too, just for you. "

(Y/N) laughed and grabbed the hammer and allowed Johnny to put the safety glasses on. He put the big hammer over his head and smashed the car away.

(Y/N) and Johnny were laughing away and (Y/N) was fascinated by the explosions.

After those dates, (Y/N) now had four boyfriends and his kitten whom he named Ghost, because the cat was quiet and sometimes scared the shit out of him, got four cat dads, which meant a lot of cuddles.

(Y/N) also started working at the base, finally feeling useful and not like he was mooching. He worked in the infirmary where he recovered and was there studying more about medicine.

And the boys got more excuses to visit him. (Y/N) might kill them one day because of the constant, intentional way. But he wouldn't change it for the world.

[annonciggy]

Flu

SFW - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male reader x John 'Soap' MacTavish

Summary: Your ill, Johnny won’t leave your side, Simon is kinder than usual. 

TW: Swearing, The Flu 

A/N: You are a British man who grew up in the southeast – Aldershot is in the southeast and you're a medic. This is the first fic I’ve written in a long ass while and I have never played Cod :) I was also ill with the flu recently. 

Words/ Length : 1.2K

“He’s a fucking slut.” 

“For the love of God johnny what the fuck are you going on about now?” You almost sobbed, “I should’a stayed in fucking Aldershot.” You sniffed 

“Ghost’s a fucking slut.” He repeated  

“How is he a slut?” You sniffed again. 

“I saw tits.” 

“How dose that equate to you calling him a slut? And we’ve seen his pecs many times.” You sighed 

“They’re fucking massive. I wanna-” 

“Johnny, you assaulted his thighs yesterday please stop.” You wailed/ whispered. 

“Fuck no. We’re dating him to you have to keep on listenin’ to me.” He replied 

“Southern eastern English pain.” You coughed back, Johnny hand you a class of water. 

“Tae fuck do you mean by that?” 

“Your accent Johnny, and you – I love you – but good god you’re so loud. Shuuu.” You hushed putting the glass of cold water against your head and enjoying the coolness. 

“But you love it when I talk.” He whined  

“I love it when I’m not ill, love.” You replied a slight chuckle in your voice before patting at the bed beside you. He slipped under the cover next to, his arms wrapping around your waist snuggling into your side. 

“’m sorry” He murmured, whatever he’d been so excited about previously had died away. 

“’ss fine.” You whispered back putting the glass back on the bedside table, a hand snaking its way into Johnny’s mohawk.  

It didn’t take long till he heard you snoring. Johnny’s own hands started to wander tracing the tattoos on your arms saying sweet things in Scottish before, like you, he fell asleep. 

It was 2 in the morning when Simon walked into their shared bedroom, glancing at the two men cuddled together on the king-sized bed. He started to strip when he heard a certain Scott murmur 

“My love, look at ‘em tits.”  

“I was asleep Johnny, I was asleep.” You coughed turning to look at Simon. Pulling his mask of last that left him in his boxer briefs, he sat next to you on the bed before kissing your forehead. 

“Mornin’ love.” He greeted, his hand gently gliding over your jawline while you gave him a weak smile. The sweet and quite moment was ruined by the Scott whining loudly. 

“Morning to you too, Johnny.” Simon said looking at Johnny, who was pulling a puppy dog face, before caving and kissing his forehead. 

“Come to bed.” You whispered with Johnny nodding in agreement. 

“Saucie.” He replied in a low tone. 

“You can sleep on the sofa if you say that again.” You said looking at him unimpressed by the comment. 

“You let Johnny get away with it.” Simon said getting in under the cover next to you. 

“Johnny is Johnny and you Si – are not – you’re also my favourite pretty boy.” You murmured resting you head next to his. 

“’Scuse me!” Johnny almost yelled sitting up in bed and staring at you. 

“I said what I said. ‘Nd go to bed.” You replied, using one of your arms to pull the man closer. He stared a little longer before lying back down and cuddling back into your side. Simon enjoyed the gentle reassurance of your touch while Johnny gazed up at your face, you were visibly sick, and he didn’t like it. 

Johnny liked it when you’d you spar with him after breakfast, help count reps, keeping him company on long runs, the weird or downright hilarious comments you’d make over the comms on a mission. Your mixture of posh English or the Queen’s English as you’d so often correct him on, and downtown Londoner accent was a good 50% of the reason whatever you’d said was funny. But when you were sick the accent and the funny words were dropped and replaced by a tired groaning, one that couldn’t decide whether the water you were drinking was helping or just painfully highlighting the pain in the back of your throat. On the other hand, Simon saw little change aside from his empty office whenever he was doing paperwork and maybe he missed the tea you’d bring for him whenever you’d deemed, he’d gone too long without or when you just sat in his office doing your own paperwork since the others were too loud. 

“I love you both.” You said breaking the silence before you had a coughing fit. Johnny practically jumped up grabbing the glass of water and handing it to you. By habit you sat up carefully drinking the water and resting your head on the wall. 

“You’re both gonna get sick ya know that right.” 

“Who cares, more time with you.” Johnny piped up, taking advantage of the situation and putting his head on your thigh. 

“Why dont’cha lie down, love?” Simon said looking up at you. 

“’S cool.” 

“What the wall?” 

“Mmm.” You hummed back, Simon sat up resting his head on the wall and then hummed in agreement. 

Simon rested a hand on your other thigh before turning his head and kissing your cheek. 

“All loving in the early morning?” You asked, eyes closed and resting your head back on his shoulder. 

“So, it ain’t a dream.” He huffed back while Johnny got more comfortable on your thigh. 

“Mmm Lover boy. We’ll all grow old together and raise copious amounts of dogs while living in the middle of nowhere up north.” You could feel Simon nod as some of his stubble rubbed against you. 

“Just a couple more decades till retirement then.” You smiled, almost deliriously before falling back asleep. 

‘Would ya believe it?! When I tell ‘em their gonna get sick they are shocked when the next day they get sick!! XD’ It was the message you sent in the group chat ‘Big ol’ Naturals’ that Gaz had showed to Price that explained why 2 of his men were missing. He also had the unfortunate pleasure of reading what Roach sent next 

‘Swear you need to exchange bodily fluids for that so- what we’re you three doing?’ followed by your 

‘And that is the reason why I’m the medic and you’re not.’ Also followed by ‘Jesus’ also from you, you lot were actively giving him grey hairs. 

‘Where is Soap he hasn’t made a comment yet.’ 

‘He’s yet to discover it but I am sitting on his phone ;)’ 

“Take your phone back Gaz.” Price said pushing the phone back to Gaz whose eyes widened when he looked at the message Roach had sent before laughing at the rest of the comments. 

‘Also, what I have is the Flu – its spreads though tiny droplets in the air that spread when I sneeze, cough or talk.’ And then ‘Amazing doctor explanations from the medic’ Gaz decided to join in on the conversation 

‘What about Soap’s phone situation?’ 

‘He is slowly but surely getting closer to my ass’ 

‘Lol’ - Roach 

‘You guys had food yet?’ - Gaz 

‘Nope’ - You 

‘Bring us food!!!!’ – Soap 

‘Please’ 

‘Wait you guys knew my phone was under his ass?!’ 

‘And didn’t tell me scandalous!!!!’ 

‘He’s cursing in Scottish’ – You 

‘Sound about right. We’ll bring some food shortly and a barrel of water :)’ – Gaz 

‘Si's going to cry could you also bring a kettle, mug and tea bags, plz’ 

‘You’re telling me Ghost cries?’ – Roach 

‘I think the lack of sleep is getting to him’ - You 

‘It’s actually the lack of tea 🍵’ – Soap 

‘Si’s listing off all the names for the dogs we’re getting in the future so if you could be quick, it would be deeply appreciated from both my recovery and headache.’  

‘On it Medic boss man 😎’ – Gaz 

‘Get well soon. I’ve just seen the amount of paperwork I have to do and it’s not looking pretty.’ – Roach 

[vixenemesis]

Soap, Ghost and Alejandro on a trip 💀🍂

[vataro-ko]

I actually don't like this art anymore, but I haven't posted it for too long, so here we are🙌🙌🙌

[robinthisbank]

I’m a personal believer of Soap and Ghost being so publicly affectionate with each other that it’s actually disgusting

[yigaclvn]

Everyone being devastated when Simon “Ghost” Riley was killed off in COD: MW2 (2009).

Simon “Ghost” Riley in 2022:

[starcrossedspirit]

WICKED & UNHOLY - A CoD Zombies AU Story

Dark Aether has spread, engulfing everything it touches. Monsters, zombies, and a Dark Aether mutation plunges the world into darkness leaving only chaos in it's wake. Towards the northern mountains of Verdansk Shadow Company looks for anything that may have been left behind from the reaches of the 80’s when Adler was there. Desperate to find anything to help sway the tides of battle with the plagued undead, Velikan finds hope in the form of a village witch, supposed to have inherited “magic” from the other world. Down in ground zero of Urzikstan Nolan has been tasked with forcing scientist to figure out how to close the gates of hell and in their possession is his daughter. If he does not cooperate, Nolan will kill them and fearing for their lives, the scientist works tirelessly day and night to preserve humanity. And finally Konni is not yet done trying to take over. With whatever semblance there is left to a natural world Makarov fights. Weary of her brother’s actions, his sister does his bidding but only with the idea to help stop him. It begins with contact between her and Task Force 141 during an unlikely meeting.

Pairings: fem!oc x Ghost / fem!oc x Velikan / fem!oc x Nolan Tags: Slow Burn / Supernatural Elements / AU- Zombies Tag Warnings: Major Character Death / Depictions of Violence / Eventual Smut Archive Link: Wicked and Unholy Tumblr Link: forward → Original Characters: Yelena Volkova / Karina Usyk / Briar Hawthorne Ratings: Mature

A/N: This story does not follow the regular storyline of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare and instead borrows ideas and elements to make an AU of it's own. You do not need to know much about CoD, Zombies or even war stuff to follow, this is really just for fun. I just wanted to make romances for characters and to put them to a story. Thank you so much and enjoy!

[harveywritings92]

R/n, calling Ghost from a payphone: Um...Is Ghost there?

Soap, who answered Ghost’s phone: Only when he has to be. Who’s asking?

R/n, reluctantly: His ….friend, R/n.

Soap, skeptical that she’s telling the truth: Ha! Ghost doesn’t have any friends. Only people he hasn’t pissed off yet. Nice try lass!

R/n: No, wait I’m not lying! I know his real name!? it’s Si- *Soap hangs up* {R/n sees a gray van that had been tailing her turn the corner, she quickly runs for it.}

[Soap snickering as Ghost enters the office.]

Ghost: What’s so funny?

Soap: Some stupid prank caller, R/n or somethin’ said she knew ye.

{Ghost froze thinking he misheard...]

Ghost, eye twitches: You answered my phone...

Soap: Don’t worry told her bugger off.

Ghost, yanks Soap out of his chair by the shirt: You did WHAT?!

Soap, startled: w-What?

[Ghost angerly drops Johnny and immediately grabs his phone and tries to call back the payphone’s number.]

Ghost: C’mon...C’mon Doll, pick up...pick up for me darlin.

{He hangs up and calls back a few times as Soap watches on confused.]

Soap: W-wait, that lass wasn’t joking she really is yer friend?

Ghost: Shut up Johnny! …(Throws his phone) Dammit! Did she say something?

Soap: No, she just asked for you. What’s going on?

Ghost: You may have just gotten my fucking wife killed! that’s what’s going on! (Storms out of his office.)

{Soap stares at him gobsmacked as his brain short circuits.}

Soap, sputtering: Whawheae... WHAT!? SINCE WHEN WERE YE MARRIED?!

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[HERES PT 2!]

[cielmeowtan]

don't know how i ended up here, but i'm staying

[maryletterfromsilenthill]

THEY💌

[sinkovia]

Riley

Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Angst

As you stood in the presence of Ghost, your boyfriend who had been missing for a year and two months, a heavy sense of disbelief washed over you.

"Ghost?" you gasped, your eyes widening as you stared at the man standing before you in the rain. His once warm and gentle gaze now appeared distant and cold, his grip on the combat knife, a gift you had given him two years ago, seemed unnaturally tight.

"Simon, it's me!" you yelled, trying to get through to him, but the look in his eyes was chilling. It was as if he didn't recognize you at all. The man you had loved, who had become your partner in life, now looked at you like you were a complete stranger. In his silence, he lunged at you with the knife, and you realized with a sinking feeling that something was terribly wrong. It was as though he had been brainwashed, transformed into a weapon, a threat that couldn't be reasoned with.

Trying to reach him, you spoke softly but with determination, "Simon, it's me. Do you remember? It's Y/n. You know me!"

But he remained unresponsive, his eyes locked onto you with a deadly intensity. He lunged at you with the knife, aiming to strike, and you managed to parry the attack, your years of training and reflexes kicking in.

You continued, your voice pleading as you tried to break through to him, "Remember, all those missions we went on together, the late-nights in the rec room, all of soaps shitty jokes?!"

Each swing of his knife was met with your skillful deflection, but it was clear that he had been brainwashed. He wouldn't stop until he struck you down.

"Simon, please!", your heart aching as you dodged and blocked his attacks. "Think about everything we've been through, all the memories we've created. I'm not your enemy. Please remember who I am!"

But there was no sign of recognition in his eyes, only a relentless determination to eliminate the perceived threat. You were in a battle against the very person you had missed so dearly, and all you could do was hope that some part of the real Simon remained within. The battle continued and you desperately parried Ghost's relentless attacks. You kept yelling at him, trying to get through to him. You had managed to hold your own against him, deflecting every strike he sent your way. Your balance faltered when you stepped in a puddle of mud, and Ghost seized the opportunity to strike. His combat knife found its mark.

The blade cut into your arm, a searing pain shooting through your body. You hissed as you tried to regain your footing, but it was too late. Ghost's knife plunged deep into your stomach. The irony of the situation didn't escape you; you had given him that very knife as a gift, and now it was embedded in your abdomen. He ripped the knife out of your stomach and raised it again, his next target, your chest. Your teary eyes went to his and in one final attempt to get through to him the word spilled from your bloody lips as his knife was stabbed deep in your chest.

"Riley"

Only you had called him this, whenever you were lecturing him, nagging him about something, you had always called him by his last name. It seemed to break through the fog that had clouded his mind. His eyes, once cold and distant, softened as he gazed at your face, and a flicker of recognition danced in his eyes. You smile knowing you finally got through to him.

As he took in your injured state, his gaze dropped to the knife he held, buried deep in your chest. Horror washed over his face as he realized what he just did. Your knees buck and you fall to the ground, bringing him with you. With tears in his eyes, he pulled you close, cradling you in his arms, the blood from your chest staining his clothes and mingling with the rain-soaked ground.

You were dead before you hit the ground.

"Love?" He pulled you closer to him, holding your lifeless body against his chest, his tears falling freely as he begged, his voice trembling with desperation.

"Y/n? Look at me," he pleaded, his voice shaking.

"Look at me, love. Baby please, please just look at me." his voice broke as he continued, unable to accept the reality.

"I'm so sorry."

He tightly clung to your body but your lifeless eyes remained far away, and you were gone, lost forever to a world where his words couldn't reach you.

[lazycats-stuff]

141 TF x male reader

Summary: What if they run into this man while on a mission, looks like a civilian but there's a few problems all enemies have been taken down no bullet wounds and all that stand is a man with a real bad head injury and no memory - requested by @xweirdo101x

Also it's romantical, so it's poly. So whoever doesn't like poly relationships, this is your chance to turn back. And yes, I know it's not realistic, but I need it.

Warnings: violence, blood, dead bodies, amnesia, characters maybe ooc

Jesus, Ghost has me in a chokehold, hence the gif. Also, there is over 2k words in here, so I will write part two.

141 thought that this was going to be a simple mission. They had been collecting intel for some while now. It was an old terrorist organization, but it was under a new leader, the one who proved to be more radical than the previous.

But there was something else as they were driving to the location provided by the mark. Ghost and Price thought that this was a trap. Soap and gaz didn't really share the opinions, but they did agree that it was odd.

" Alright, we need to do this quickly and quietly. We will breach from the front and work the first floor then move upstairs. Intel on the new leader is out of the most importance. " Price said, getting his rifle ready.

Yes sir echoed from the other three. They had backup in the van behind them, but they were taking the lead in this. More precisely, Price was taking the lead on this. It was really important that they get the intel on this leader.

The van stopped and the task force got out. Ghost took his binoculars and looked at the house that stood tall. It seemed to be empty.

" It seems that the house is empty sir. " Ghost said, putting down the binoculars.

" So do we think that this is a trap? " Gaz asked the captain. The backup got around them.

" We treat it like it is. Ghost and I will lead the teams. My team will breach the first floor and Ghost's will be breaching the top floor. Everything clear? " Price asked.

The yes sir echoed out and Price nodded. The teams were formed and they went to the house. It was far to quiet and it looked abandoned.

The first sign of trouble wasn't even in the house. The dead guards were a dead giveaway that somebody was here before them. And maybe that someone is still here. Ghost and Price stopped, looking at each other.

" Everyone, be careful. " Price said into the radio. Price nodded and stood in front of the door. The door was ajar and inside were more bodies. What the hell happened here?

Price and Ghost entered the house, being mindful of the bodies that littered the floor. The worst of all, those were their enemies. Who killed them all?

Ghost and his team went upstairs. They were following the blood on the walls. It was slightly nerve wracking. The thought of a person who killed them, might being in here, just ready to strike.

Ghost was leading, Soap following right behind him. Ghost opened the bedroom door and was shocked to find a man, alive and breathing, just looking confused.

The said man quickly raised his hands in the air, not wanting to be killed.

" Wait, wait! Please don't kill me! " The man yelled out, afraid of the men in front of him.

" Who are you?! " Ghost asked the man moving closer to search him.

The man took a deep breath to calm down. " I don't know who I am. I woke up here. "

Ghost was going to say otherwise, but he saw a nasty head wound. He sighed. Shit.

" What do we now Lt? " Soap asked.

" We need to evacuate him and get intel. Did you kill the men in here?" Ghost asked with a more rougher voice.

The man shook his head.

" Captain check the bodies. " Ghost said over the radio, taking the man by the forearm.

They went downstairs and Soap stayed upstairs to search for the intel they were here for in the first place.

" Ghost who is this? " Price asked, eyes falling down on the man. He saw the head wound, grimacing at the sight.

" We don't know. He says that he doesn't remember. " Ghost said.

" We checked the bodies. No bullets wounds. " Price said quickly. " Where is Soap? "

" Upstairs, looking for intel. "

Ghost let go of the man's arm, seeing that the man won't go anywhere.

" I will let the base know to get a doctor ready. " Price said, waving the man over. The man walked over.

" Come on, you are going to wait in the van. " Price said, leading the man out. They need to secure the house and search from top to bottom.

After everything was secure, they went back to their base in UK. The doctor checked him out. The doctor confirmed that the man had amnesia and that he doesn't know who is he. However, they did take his DNA and fingerprints.

" We will send them to Interpol and other agencies to try to figure his identity. " The doctor said, writing something down on a clipboard.

" Is he awake? " Price asked.

" Yes. I treated the wound and gave him some painkillers. And don't stress him out. Let him relax. It's difficult to not know who you are. "

Price nodded and thanked the doctor. The captain entered the room, immediately seeing the bed where the man was laying. The man tensed when he saw the captain. Price raised his hands in defense.

" Don't worry. I'm just here to talk. "

The man relaxed, pulling the covers higher. Price sat down next to him on a chair.

" I don't think that I will be much help. I don't remember anything. " The man said looking down, clearly troubled by the amnesia.

" That's okay. Some time needs to pass and you will probably remember it. We also sent your fingerprints and DNA to Interpol and other agencies. We will know something more in a few more days. " Price said to the man.

" Thank you... Can I ask you a question? " The man asked and Price could sense the hesitation.

" Of course you can. "

" What were you looking for in that house? "

Price explained everything he could about the terrorist organization, about the new leader and the new radical change. With every word, the man's face paled.

" How did I end up in that house? " The man whispered to himself. Price put his hand on the man's shoulder.

" Hey, don't think about that now, you are a victim here. "

" But if I'm not? What if I am part of their group? " The man asked Price, who didn't have an answer to that.

" Then we go from there. One step at a time. " Price said, trying to calm him down. The chances of him being a member of this group was low.

After a few days they knew who the man was. His name is (Y/N) (L/N) and he had no ties to any terrorist groups. However, he is former SAS soldier. An injury forced him to leave, but with an honorable discharge.

Price felt relaxed knowing that he didn't have any connection with the any terrorist groups. He was going to the medical wing and he heard laughter. John was confused at first, but everything fell into place when he heard Soap.

All of the boys were talking to him, hoping to trigger something and to lift his mood. Even Ghost talked to him. He mostly talked about his knives and about different techniques you could use to take down your enemy.

And if Soap was there, that means that they were talking about explosives. Well, Soap was talking more about it then (Y/N). Price knocked on the door, making Soap stop talking for a second.

" Soap, could you leave us? "

" Of course sir. We will continue talking later. " Soap said to the man, now (Y/N) and left.

Price showed the file to (Y/N), making (Y/N) tilt his head. Price noted how adorable that was.

" We know who you are. "

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up and he sat up straighter. Price sat down on a chair next to the bed, opening the file.

" So, your name is (Y/N) (L/N). You have no criminal record, just to put it out there. You are a former SAS soldier. You served for a long while, but an injury forced you to retire. You were honorably discharged and my guess is started a peaceful and a normal life. " Price said, taking the photographs out. (Y/N) took them.

They were the photos of his old squad, platoon, whatever you will call it. It was overwhelming to see them. (Y/N) wiped his tears and smiled. For the first time in a couple of days he smiled.

" We also have your house address. If you want to, you can go with someone. "

(Y/N) just nodded in happiness, giving Price a hug. Price was shocked, but he hugged the man nonetheless.

And after the doctor said (Y/N) was fine, (Y/N) and Ghost went to (Y/N)'s apartment. Ghost picked the lock for (Y/N) and they stepped into the dark hallway. (Y/N) turned the lights on. It was a small apartment, but it held a cozy vibe.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened when he heard a meow. A black kitten came to him, rubbing himself against his ankle. Ghost watched in fascination.

" Oh you must be hungry. Come on, little one. " (Y/N) said to the little black kitten, searching for the kitchen. When he found it, he saw a bag of cat food for kittens.

He took a small plate and put the food on it. He put the plate down and got a plate of water for the kitten. The kitten went straight for it.

" You have a cat? " Ghost asked him.

" I guess so. Can I take him or her to the base? " (Y/N) asked Ghost.

Ghost wasn't sure, but he knew that an animal would he helpful to soldiers.

" I think you can. It would be nice to have an animal at the base. "

(Y/N) nodded, thankful for an answer he got. He searched for his room. Once he found it, he took the bag from Ghost to put clothes in it. He was going to stay at the base until they figure out how he ended in that house. He also searched through the drawers. He found his dog tags. He clutched them close to his chest.

Ghost stood in the doorway, silent, letting (Y/N) have his moment of mourning. He didn't say anything, instead, he walked over to (Y/N) and put his hand on his shoulder.

" Come on, we have to go. "

(Y/N) nodded, putting his tags on his neck.

He found a little carrier for the kitten, his bed and all of his toys. Ghost was kind enough to carry all of the heavy stuff. (Y/N) just carried the little kitten.

" Thank you Ghost. " (Y/N) said to Ghost once they were in the car. Ghost just nodded and started the car.

" Come on (Y/N). " Soap said, as if he wasn't dragging (Y/N) to the gym. (Y/N) wasn't in the mood for anything like that. He just wanted to go to bed and cuddle with his cat.

" Soap- "

" No. You need to exercise. It will help you. "

(Y/N) sighed, but knew that Soap was right. Exercise always helps, not just for the physical, but for mental health too. The gym wasn't packed, which was a little bit odd for Soap, but he didn't complain.

" Okay, let's warm up and lets go on the benches to lift. "

(Y/N) nodded, taking his shirt off. Soap was shocked by how the man's body was toned. No. He must stay focused. They ran on the machines for about 30 minutes before moving to the bench. Soap was going first, (Y/N) standing above the metal bar, ready to spot him.

(Y/N) was definitely impressed with the amount he can lift. (Y/N) couldn't lift that for the life of him. After Soap was done, (Y/N) took Soap's spot, ready to lift, but with much lesser plates. When he looked at the old photos, he saw that he was in much better shape then rather than now.

Back then, he could have lifted more than this.

Soap had to take a deep breath to control himself. (Y/N)'s body was gorgeous.

" Soap, help- " (Y/N) wheezed out, Soap quickly scrambled to lift the heavy bar up.

" Sorry, I just got distracted. " Soap apologized.

" Just be careful next time. " (Y/N) said, warning the sergeant.

" Will do sir. "

(Y/N) has gotten a few of his memories back, one of that being that he was good in hand to hand combat. So, what better way to test that was to spar?

Everyone else was busy, but Gaz wasn't. And he was happy to help to the man. And that's why he was here in the gym, in the ring, getting ready to spar.

(Y/N) wrapped his hands, almost automatically. He must have done this a lot of times if he does this on auto pilot.

" You ready? " Gaz asked, leaning on the ropes of the ring.

(Y/N) nodded, shaking his hands off. He took a deep breath. He faced Gaz, nodding towards the young man. Gaz nodded and he pounced. (Y/N) sidestepped. They were going like this for a while and it ended with Gaz on top of him.

Both of them were breathing heavily, looking into each others eyes. Clapping sound made them turn their heads. What the hell? It was Price, Ghost and Soap. Price was the one clapping.

Just how long were they there?

" Impressive (Y/N). " Price said. Gaz scrambled of off (Y/N), quickly helping him up.

" Thanks, uhm, I will go to my room now. " (Y/N) said, excusing himself from the room.

Once (Y/N) was gone, the task force members looked at each other with scowls on their faces.

" You lot can back off, he is mine. " Soap said, anger sipping through his voice.

Price chuckled. Does he really think that he has a chance with (Y/N)?

" You know, I don't care. I'm not going to stop and there is nothing you can do. " Soap said.

" That's fine. Then we can fight for him. " Gaz said quickly.

" Stop thinking about a (Y/N) as a prize to be won. You guys are like dogs fighting for a bone. " Ghost said.

" Then what do we do? " Soap asked.

" We can share him, if he wants to. That way we won't fight about it and he won't be a prize. " Ghost added.

The others looked at each other, clearly intrigued by the idea. It was an interesting idea. Maybe (Y/N) would be interested in that.