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[mottlenex]

If no one wants to draw them… I will 😤

[castielsangelsx]

ITS GIVING GHOST X READER

[killingick]

Green Eyes, White Lies

TW: Mentions of assault, violence, smoking

1947 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: —ᴋᴇɪʟᴄᴇ, ᴘᴏʟᴀɴᴅ

ᴅɪꜱᴘᴀᴛᴄʜ ꜱqᴜᴀᴅ(ꜱ): 7, 25

ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ: ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ (6751), ꜱᴏᴀᴘ (2137), ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ (4371), ʀɪɢɢᴇʀ (5362), ᴇʀʀᴏʀ (6666), ʜᴜɴᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ (3399)

"We should work together more often, it get's boring being in a squad that has everybody occupied and unable to talk. You know with a hacker, rigger and a mercenary." You scoffed watching as Huntress practically ogled over Riley.

You'd hated being around squad 25, more specifically her. She'd obviously had a thing for Ghost and he was well aware of it. Though, he never really gave her the attention she'd wanted, he would tease her every now and then out of boredom and it irritated you.

Private Rigger and Specialist Error weren't as bad to be around, although they'd never really talk since they were both pretty quiet, they would never miss out on slandering Huntress when she'd switched from being soldier to damsel in distress for the day.

"I can see the flag, it's our territory now. Race you to the entrance point?" Soap nudged you with his elbow.

"I mean if you're trying to get shot, sure run right at them. I'll be doing a light jog to catch up with you." Error choked on the water from her flask at this, whilst Rigger smacked a hand over their mouth in shock.

"Your humour's a bit dark for a time like this don't you think?" Huntress butt in, sending a glare your way.

"Dunno love, I mean your boyfriend seems to like it but we're all entitled to our own opinion's—."

"Andddd that's enough humour for the day." Error slapped a hand over your mouth, shooting Huntress an apologetic look on your behalf before dragging you both up ahead and away from the other squad members.

Upon your arrival, you'd all been ID'd by your tags and patted down for wires. Basic procedure just in case someone tried to sneak in or had decided to betray their allies.

You'd reported the files you'd come across to corporate, and they were more than joyful about your success, praising you and your squad endlessly, which put a smile on your face.

The military had already pre-planned an advance into Warsaw; starting far out and gradually sweeping their way in, claiming territory on the way as they progressed. Needing time to plan it, your squad had been informed to lay put until they'd had new orders.

You almost crumbled in delight hearing those words. A night off? With military protection? Not having to worry as heavily about a potential ambush or worse? You did not mind if you fucking did.

You and a batch of other resting soldiers had been located in a building which luckily still had running water but the heating wasn't the greatest. There weren't many bedrooms, leaving the majority of you to sleep on mats scattered about the vacant rooms, whilst everyone ranked sergeant major or higher got the luxury of using the bedrooms, cheeky cunts.

You'd showered, glad to be alleviating yourself from the confines of your uniform. You'd thrown on a black tank top and basketball shorts, a match from the very few clothes you'd brought along with you for this expedition. Slipping a blade into the string of your panties as a just in case, you decided to call it a night after you'd got yourself a drink. The sun was already setting, and Soap had pretty much collapsed after getting out of his uniform alongside other soldiers.

You couldn't help the giddy smile that made it's way onto your face at the thought of this cold drink; your squad had to learn to ration things like food and water, so drinking it in the abundance you were about to put a smile on your face as you practically skipped down the hallway.

Coming across an area which you'd refer to as the kitchen, you took note of the armed officers protecting the rations available for the soldiers staying the night. A precaution, just in case anyone had tried to take more than what they were supposed to.

All these rules really made you homesick. Though you'd lived alone, you'd much enjoyed the freedom that came with it; being a student a few years in at Uni and only recently turning 22 before being forced into immense training for a battle your country was no where near prepared to fight.

Your gymnastics aided through it quite a bit, but nothing could aid the numbing feeling you'd grown accustomed to after being screamed at day in day out, beaten down, bruised, assaulted, until becoming who you are today.

ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ: better known as the Grim Reaper. Notorious for the multiple riggings, search and destroys, and other one man missions SHE had completed without the help of a man let alone her so called previous comrades. She was almost as well known as Ghost among the upper ranks, but not quite there yet and she was proud of it.

You'd felt like an example to all the other private ranked females, a symbol that screamed that "YOU CAN DO IT." that this military isn't just a man's playfield, and you fucking loved it.

You trotted back down the hallway, chugging the water as you walked, but being careful not to spill a drop as you sighed in relief from the sensation of it running down your throat.

God snapped when he said 2 Hydrogens and 1 Oxygen made water.

Before you could chuckle at your own joke you were startled by the feeling of someone grabbing your arm and dragging you around the corner. The pursuer pushed you up against the wall, encasing you with his arms pressed against the wall on either side of your head.

Instinctively, you dragged the switchblade from your panties, flipping it out and pressing the blade against your perpetrator's neck.

"Lay a hand on me and I'll end you right here." You paused as you spoke looking up to meet the gaze of your masked comrade. Even outside of uniform he was sexy, and it made your heart twist and turn in ways you'd hated. Alike to yourself he was clad in a black tank top, which revealed his toned, muscular figure, and black joggers. Refusing to take the mask off as always, but that didn't stop you from reading the smirk on his face that reflected in his piercing gaze.

"Stand down Reaper." He mused.

Sighing you flipped the blade away slipping it back to it's original place and crossing your arms over your chest as you met the man's gaze.

"And how may I help you Simon."

"Not the government, not here, you know that." You rolled your eyes. It was mandatory that soldiers either referred to their comrades by their code name or their last name should it be one that's common, making it harder for the enemy to potentially uncover their true identity and threaten them outside of their line of duty.

Given how fond your squad was of one another, you'd all formally introduced yourselves, but swore to keep it hushed to the last name only.

"You really should stop rolling your eyes at me." He cupped your chin lifting your gaze to meet his own.

"Yeah?" You responded in a shocked tone that dripped with sarcasm.

"Yeah." He mocked.

"I just wanted to inform you so you're not as pissed later, our squad may merge with 25's for the next mission—."

And with that your night was ruined.

Your brain had managed to drown out Ghost's voice after that comment. You were too focused on watching whatever essence of your happiness remained dancing away from you before tripping on a land mine and blowing itself up into a million tiny pieces.

"Are you even listening to me?" He pressed snapping you out of your daze.

"Mhm." You swiftly replied and he paused looking down at you before shaking his head and sighing. He dropped his arms back to his side, stuffing his hands into his pocket before turning away and walking off down the corridor.

"Going for a fag, do you want one."

"You know I do." You sighed, jogging to catch up with him.

The two of you sat on the rooftop of the building. Veils of smoke dancing up into the starry night sky from the cancer sticks that rested between your fingers. Ghost would always raise his mask just over his nose when smoking with you. Knowing how he'd felt about showing his face in the army, you'd never glance his way out of respect, but you'd seen the half visible on occasions whenever turning to him for a lighter or accidentally doing so when the two of you talked.

He didn't mind, if it was you at least.

"Why are you so jealous of Huntress." He spoke as he exhaled making you freeze.

"You what."

"You heard me." A silence fell between the two of you as you puffed from the cigar looking off in thought for a moment.

"It's not that I'm jealous of her, she's just rude. Why does it matter." He didn't respond to your remark, ashing out his cigarette and throwing it off the rooftop leaving the two of you in silence.

You'd heard him shuffling as he turned his whole body around to face you. You gave him a quick side glance, letting him know he'd had your attention. His mask now back to covering his face.

"Do you like me soldier?" You paused at the statement. You could feel your heart begin to race as this was just thrown at you.

You didn't feel as though you'd been obvious about your feelings toward him, but he'd still caught on. He was always sharp like that, always catching onto the littlest things that everyone else seemed to skim over.

But you couldn't let him know. It felt sacred in this setting.

Confessing your feelings to your comrade even though you were pretty much a part of the fucking suicide squad, it felt selfish.

"I'm going to bed." You pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around yourself and walking away.

"Lieutenant." He called out to deaf ears.

A hand grasped itself around your waist, spinning you back around into the warm embrace of your comrade. You could feel your face heat up at the proximity, his toned chest now pressed closely against your own as you looked up to meet his gaze.

"I asked you a question."

"Negative sir..." You mumbled in reply.

"Look me in the eye and repeat that." He cupped your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his own, and you couldn't help the way your legs practically melted below you, leading you to stumble further into his embrace.

"U-uhm." You hesitantly got out as you broke the gaze you shared.

"Eyes are here." You looked back into his eyes at that statement, teeth sinking into your lower lip before you parted your lips, praying you'd be able to repeat yourself without hesitating as you did a moment prior.

"I-."

"Ghost?"

You pushed yourself out of his embrace, standing upright and straightening out your clothes. Your nervous expression carving into an irritated one as your eyes landed on the wicked witch herself.

Huntress stared between the two of you, chewing on the inside of her cheek in confusion as she lifted her gaze to meet your comrades'.

"Change of plans... we leave in three hours..."

You mentally cursed yourself from missing out on the sleep you'd felt more than entitled to.

"Goodnight Captain." You stumbled your way back over to the fire exit, making your way back into the building, leaving his question unanswered.

As huntress’ voice echoed behind you, you could feel his gaze burning into you as the door swung shut.

[livsmireart]

Here is my first drawing of Simon “Ghost” Riley.

[sylkiezs]

Valeria from mw2 <3

[killingick]

Bratty Soldier

Now i hate writing smut, period, but i do it time and time again. This ending will really piss you off with good reason, because i’m an asshole :)

TW: smut, choking, spanking, degradation, overstimulation, edging, brat, ruined orgasm, the urge to punch the author

2147 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: — ᴋʀᴀᴋᴏᴡ, ᴘᴏʟᴀɴᴅ

ᴅɪꜱᴘᴀᴛᴄʜ ꜱqᴜᴀᴅ: 7

ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ: ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ (6751) ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ (4371)

A small whimper left your lips as the rough calloused hands of your group's commander forced you to grind against him on his lap.

You foolishly grabbed at nothing as your hands remained cuffed behind your back, whilst you were being pushed closer and closer to your first high.

Ghost gazed up at you pleased with the sight of you squeezing your eyes shut of embarrassment whilst your teeth sunk into your lip, in nothing but your underwear which he'd stripped you down to. His hand left your waist, trailing itself up your body before stopping at your throat and squeezing it tightly.

"Look at me when you come." He growled as your eyes fluttered open, locking with his lust filled pools. You shivered as your arousal began to wash over you, a moan escaping your lips as you struggled against his grasp. He smirked at your weakness, continuing to grind you down onto his clothed member as his lips grazed the skin of your neck, trailing up to your ear as he overstimulated you.

"What did I tell you about moving without my permission." His voice dropped octaves lower as he sternly spoke against the soft flesh of your ear.

"Fuck you sir..." You lowly whispered but this remark didn't miss his keen ears, only making his pants grow tighter as thoughts flooded his mind of what he wanted to do to you and how he'd wanted to fix that fucking attitude."

"Gladly."

He pushed you off his lap making you fall flat on your ass with an "umph." As you went to glare at him the sound of his belt unbuckling caught your attention and you shyly looked away.

"Don't be shy now babe, keep the same attitude you'd had earlier." His member sprung free from the confines of his boxers and he palmed himself whilst taking steps towards you. Grabbing your arm he flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your waist back till your wet hole pressed lightly against his red tip, leaking with pre. He groaned as he rubbed himself against you, coating himself in your juices. 

You bit your lip arching your back more to tease him. Though you'd always 'detest' the idea of being with him like this you couldn't help the way your body submitted to him. You'd needed him, bad, even if this was only just a punishment.

He lined himself up with your entrance and began his entrance. A low curse left his lips at the feeling of your tight walls cushioning him. You couldn't help the moan that left your lips as he stretched you painfully. He was fucking huge.

When he was all the way inside, he curled his hips back before snapping them back into you, hands finding themselves on your waist he began his assault, not letting up despite the whimpers and pleads you let out at how rough he was being.

"—feels so fuckin' good." You managed to get out through your pleasured stupor earning a slap to your ass as he grabbed and squeezed it.

Your eyes began to froth with tears as he fucked you senseless, mindless babbles escaping your lips as he greedily chased his high, pushing you closer to your own with each thrust.

Flipping you over onto your back, he re-entered you, pushing your legs back into your chest and grabbing your throat as his hips rolled into you, effortlessly hitting that sensitive spot that made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Fucking greedy whore." He teased as his thumb brushed itself against your lips, which you greeted with your tongue, sucking on it teasingly making him groan at the sight of you.

"I'm gonna come sir, please." You begged as he picked up the pace, feeling himself grow closer too. Your legs began to shake as you shivered, the euphoric feeling coming closer and closer, echoing throughout your mind as your nails clawed at the floorboards beneath you.

And then it all stopped.

Whining at the feeling of him leaving your core, he stood up staring down at you with an amused look on his face. 

"I don't make brats come." He stated and you sent him a sharp glare. 

"You know what, go fuck yourself. I hate you." You breathlessly got out, making his expression fade into a darker one.

He approached you once again, grabbing you by the throat and forcing you to meet his gaze.

To say you knew you fucked up was an understatement, and fear immediately clouded your expression as you gazed back up to meet his.

He readied himself to speak before pausing. Rolling his eyes he released his grip on your throat before pushing himself up and walking away, throwing the keys to the cuffs at you in the process.

"Fucking cunt." You mumbled.

[killingick]

“—Reaper do you read me?”

GHOST x READER

TW: HOMICIDE, MENTIONS OF GORE, EXPLOSION, WEAPONS

0650 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: —ᴋʀᴀᴋᴏᴡ, ᴘᴏʟᴀɴᴅ

ᴅɪꜱᴘᴀᴛᴄʜ ꜱqᴜᴀᴅ: 7

ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ: ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ (6751) ꜱᴏᴀᴘ (2137) ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ (4371)

"Area D clear, Reaper move forward." 

"Affirmative."

Leading with the barrel of your rifle, you peered around the corner, checking the blind spots out of reach from your comrade's sniper lens. 

Being more skilful when it came to close combat, you and Soap had agreed to traverse the area on foot, with Ghost as your lookout. Your mission to locate any files that could provide you with insights on your country's opposer's next move.

The area had already been wiped out by an aerial squad a few days prior, but you could never be too careful; anyone could have decided to report back to the scene to retrieve information, just as your squad had been ordered to do.

"I've been standing here for twenty minutes and my back is fuckin' killing me, can I get a bloody report ghost."

"Negative."

You snickered at the two's childish banter. Ever since Soap had said you were better with a knife than Ghost and had a higher body count on the field hence you receiving your code name 'Reaper,' Ghost's ego was massively bruised. 

He'd been keeping an eye on you, and occasionally checking on Soap but refusing to help him out any more than that.

"Entering a building on Block D. I've sighted 3 entrances, North, South and West. Windows are barricaded with debris. Entering through the South Point."

The building stood tall, kissing the hazy daze that covered the sky and buried the ground below in a blanket of snow. You couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped your lips as the building had somewhat felt slightly warmer than the outside.

Your uniform had done the bare minimum to keep you warm over these past few days. You'd always find yourself pulling your pants up by your utility belt and tucking your body warmer into it to stop the sharp cold breeze from nipping at your skin.

Ghost had offered you his body warmer given that it was warmer and bigger, but you'd brushed over the kind gesture given that you'd known he'd needed it. You knew he was more than tired about you complaining about how cold you were and it showed.

So when you'd been shivering your ass off on the outskirts of the city and letting out low curses unbeknownst to your other companion Soap who'd been fast asleep, he'd pulled you by your sleeping bag into his warm embrace, throwing an arm around you and rubbing your side soothingly till you'd fell asleep.

Soap had teased the soldier about it in the morning, but he flipped him off, claiming that he needed to get his head out of the gutter because he'd never feel any kind of way about you.

Which stung but you got over it despite your own feelings that had developed over time and acted normally.

You progressed about the room which was silent. Papers and bookshelves scattered themselves about the floor whilst dust occasionally fell from he ceiling as a result of the building being unstable. 

Pulling your visor down you turned on your night vision so you could see more clearly and avoid the dust particles from falling into your eyes.

"Let's play a little game since Ghost is still in his feelings." Soap teased.

"What has two legs and half a body."

"Don't tell me." Ghost groaned.

"Your mum by any chance?" Ghost chuckled heartily at the response, putting a smile on your face as you crouched down skimming over some of the papers on the floor.

"Okay L/N, stand by that. But no it was half a dog."

"I said don't tell me." You could hear the way Ghost cringed in his voice. After killing so many people you thought he'd have grown used to the violence by now, but animals is where he drew the line, which you thought was cute.

Checking both corners at the door way, you cautiously edged your way into the hallway. Most rooms were blocked out from entry with bookshelves, or rubble leading you over to the stairwell.

"What's smart, proactive and ticks—."

"Not Reaper." Ghost cut in.

"Fuck you Riley."

"He's not wrong." Soap chuckled earning an eyeroll from yourself.

"A bomb." Ghost replied.

"Ding ding ding." Soap affirmed.

Even though he couldn't see you, Ghost had been keeping a sharp eye on the building you entered. Squinting closely through the windows on each floor as best he could despite his distance and checking the entrances repeatedly.

He didn't want to make you anxious but something just didn't feel right.

Soap had almost encountered two parties of soldiers marching through his designated area which they'd all referred to as Block A, whilst he'd been rested and watching on Block C. Occasionally jumping down for cover on his building when overhearing other soldiers walking by below, speaking in another language.

But Block D had been strangely quiet and you were more than careful. You'd often get sent on search and destroy missions due to your stealth, and the fact that you'd never leave a trace of yourself behind down to the last hair strand, led him to believe that you wouldn't get caught for anything foolish. But the silence in your area was alerting. It was almost as if people had knew you were already there and that's when Ghost's heart sank.

A good few minutes had passed of him and Soap's childish games and you didn't respond with a sly remark or giggle. He'd constantly brushed it off as you focusing despite the fact that you'd be a lot more talkative with the two.

In addition to this, it had only just occurred to him that squads of 3 to 5 people would walk by his building.

The direction they had been walking in now becoming more evident as Block D.

An ambush.

"Reaper, get out of there, you've been compromi-."

A large bang sent tremors throughout the whole city. The building jerked harshly throwing Ghost onto his side on the rooftop, with his rifle falling gracelessly by his side.

"What the fuck?" 

"Just fucking get to Block D!" He cursed as he scrambled back onto his feet, sprinting through the exit and down the stairwell.

Did he just lose you?

He just fucking lost you.

You weren't responding, and as much as his heart would twist and tear from it's heart strings at the sight of your buildings windows being complimented by the red and orange flicker of flames, he refused to come to terms with the idea of it. Not until he'd fucking seen you.

"Ghost I'm here, it's not looking good. The whole area's fuckin' crawling with them I couldn't get closer to the building if I tried. REAPER 4371 DO YOU READ ME?" Soap called through the intercoms, once again no response.

Ghost ignored Soap's aimless screaming through the comms as he rapidly approached Block D, foolishly forgetting to check corners whilst he sprinted through back routes in his haste to see you.

As he turned the corner a blade quickly swung itself in his direction. Raising his rifle, he blocked it sending a swift knee to the opponent's stomach before clawing a knife out from it's holster and slitting their throat.

Pushing the body away from him he continued before pausing. As confirmed by Soap, about twenty people stood and lingered around the building, all with automatic rifles which he wouldn't stand a chance against with a sniper alone.

He cursed to himself, regretting leaving the automatic at their camp, not wanting it's weight to slow him down.

 He felt his heart stop as he slumped down against a wall, putting his head in his hands.

He'd failed you.

He'd promised himself he wouldn't let anything like this happen to you and like always, he failed to keep that promise. He knew you'd liked him but he was too scared to lose you on the field so he acted like he'd hated you just so if he did lose you it'd pain him less, but it wasn't fucking working.

If only he'd spent more time with you. If only he'd let himself be more vulnerable around you whilst he'd still had the time to.

A crackle came through the Comm's.

"You won't fuckin' believe this Simon, I fucking found her crawling through the street with the files! She's injured, knife to the side and Comm's is broken, but she's breathing, we need to get her back to camp asap."

A wave of relief washed over the soldier at his comrade's voice.

"Affirmative." He cleared his throat before continuing. "Forget the rendezvous point just get her there and don't get caught."

[killingick]

Y/N: you don’t have to be so reckless, your life isn’t something that you should treat as expendable.

Ghost: Death can happen when it earns me.

[killingick]

Ya’ll 🥺

Imma HC this.

Y/N breaks up with Ghost, not because she doesn’t love him but because his emotions are getting in the way.

He spends so much time trying to protect her, that he barely makes it out alive himself.

As much as you loved him to pieces, you knew you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if he died because of you.

The two of you argue, he shouts, you scream, he gets mad and punches the wall and you stare at him in shock.

Without another word you leave the room.

He slumps down into a chair, pulling the mask off of his face, hands trembling as he tries to come to terms with the fact that he just lost you.

Gripping the mask silently, he begins to ponder whether it’d be better to love you as Ghost, Simon or not at all.

[killingick]

Y/N: It’s about to blow up we’re too late

Soap: what like your career never did? I disarmed it bitch calm down

[killingick]

Me doing the Alejandro rescue mission:

Ghost: Can i get an all clear Joh-

Me: SHUT THE FUCK UP DO YOU NOT SEE THOSE TWO MOTHERFUCKERS WALKING IN OH MY GOD

You know what, go

*clicks for Ghost to move*

Ghost: 😁 *moves and gets shot*

Me: Bitch

[killingick]

Someone sent this to me and as much as it is literally me whilst they’re Ghost, i can’t get over how hot Ghost is. This shit makes me wanna write

[mottlenex]

Don’t know how this site works but figured I’d post here just in case

[livsmireart]

What can I do for you?

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Ghost drawing finally complete oml. this costed my physics grade thank you very much 😭l hope you guys enjoy the rendering and i wanted to include both the color and red mono-colored version. Both are sexy asf.

[killingick]

Soap: Take it off

Ghost: Show my face?

Soap: Yeah

Ghost: Negative.

Soap: Are you ugly?

Ghost: Quite the opposite.

Me:

[killingick]

Fuck Ghost, can we talk about Farah and her voice actress, like yes fucking please