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no doubts, a literal starboy (idek what am i saying)

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Simon “Ghost” Riley -  Kissing You

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,320

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ☆ fingering, unprotected sex, cussing, chance of being caught - as always if you think I should include something else just let me know!

Summary: After locking eyes with Simon as he dances with someone else, you rush out which causes him to follow you. 

Notes: Inspired by Des'ree's I'm Kissing You. More angst x smut because I hate myself. My condolences once again honestly - stay strong <3

Also, this is the specific room I picture. I’ve thought about this room since I was 16 and was in it. Now it was the main focus of my mind palace as I wrote this.

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Pride can stand A thousand trials The strong will never fall But watching stars without you My soul cried

The music filled the venue, but the only thing your ears could hear was the sound of your blood coursing through your body. It was like listening to the sound of a running faucet while you brush your teeth in the morning, or washing dishes. Every beat of your heart amplified, you could have sworn you had a stethoscope in the way each thump echoed.

The happy couple, two of your squadmates, just married as they share their dance. Once it concludes, others join the dancefloor, swaying like boats in the harbor on a quiet night. Eyes focused on a specific duo who just stepped onto the dancefloor, the blood coursing through you now feeling like ice had coated your veins, constricting the blood flow.  

You knew he came with someone. You saw him when you arrived with Soap and Gaz for the ceremony. But, you spoke no words, the only acknowledgement was the makeshift barrier Soap and Gaz acted as by sitting in between you and Ghost. 

Soap came back from the bar, sitting next to you at the table. “Yer lookin’ a bit peely wally, luv.” The Scot spoke, his beer in his hand as he took a sip. Glancing over at him, you crack a small smile. “Soap, you know none of us know what the fuck your sayin’ half the time, right?” You teased him. “I ‘no.” He said smiling as the bottle pulled from his lips. “But I figured you could use the smile.” The honesty from him made you glance back at the duo. “That obvious?” Considering how low you whispered the words, you wondered if you would even get a response from Soap. But, soon enough you heard his response, “Clear as day.” 

The girl reached her arms up, her hands resting at his neck as they swayed. His own hands moved to rest on her waist. The breath in your throat caught itself as he moved his head from nuzzling her neck to look up, his gaze landing at you. The ice coating your veins melting away as he defrosted you with one look, your body felt like it was on fire. The thump in your chest resuming the intensity it had a few minutes ago. But, your breath still felt caught in your throat. The floor gently groaned as you slid the chair back from the table, creating room to stand up. “I’ll be back.” You whispered to Soap, quickly grabbing your dress to tug it up so your heels wouldn’t get caught and cause you to trip as you headed out of the large ballroom. Descending down the stairs, your feet carried you to two large double doors, rushing in as you entered a room. 

Heaving heart is full of pain Oh, oh, the aching

The ability to feel like you could breathe again returning as you paced around the room, hand on your chest as you focused on the rise and fall of it. 

The sound of the doors opening and closing pulling your focus, head turning to see who just entered. Simon. Ghost. Why did he follow you?

“What are you doing here?” The question coming from you is far harsher than you intended. The emptiness in his eyes showed he was unaffected by the tone, hands moving to the pockets of his pants as he stepped closer to you. Must be nice to wear a mask to hide any emotion that decides to show on your face in moments like this. “Why’d you run off?” He asked, his body getting closer to you. “Why did you follow me?” The question retorts as a response, the hand on your chest falling back down to your side. Now, in a response to your question, he just shrugs. Fucking typical. 

“I should know better than to expect an actual answer with words from you.” You mutter, turning away to face him, walking further in the room to create space between the two of you. “What is that supposed to mean?” His voice is slightly louder now, not taking well to the accusatory statement. Turning to look at him, pointing a slender finger at him, “You know damn well.” The hiss coming out of you before your hand drops again to your side, except now hands turn to fists at your side from the frustration brewing in you.  “I didn’t come here to get bitched at by you.” He snapped back, continuing to speak, “I came because you looked like you were gonna pass out or something.” 

“Please, I don’t need you to care about me. You made it clear there was no room for that.” Now, anger is brewing in you, or was it pain that was being released? Pain releasing onto the person who put it there in the first place. Ghost stood quiet, his gaze on you never leaving. “Well, I’m not passed out or anything. I’m standing up and I’m fine. You can go back to your date and dance the night away.” Could he just leave? What was the point of this? 

The sound of his dress shoes alternating between soft and louder clacks against the wood floors as he made his way towards you. Your own feet step back until your back hits the piano place in the corner of the room. Leaving you at a standstill as he stands in front of you, looking down. “I’m not going back yet.” Is the only thing he says, hands still in his pockets.

It was suffocating to have him near. It was like having a pillow pressed against your face, blocking air flow. At one point it was like he was air, giving you oxygen. A reason to exhale because it meant you got more of him. But now? Now he took your breath away in a way that was cruel. As if you suffocating brought him joy. Sadistic. “Can you go?” You tried your best for it to not come out as a plea, but the suffocating feeling left you vulnerable. “No, tell me why you ran out.” He stated, eyes locked on you. Your own eyes locking with his before looking to the side to avoid the intense contact. “You lost privileges to know why I do things. It doesn’t matter.” You mutter, but one hand leaves his pocket to hold your face between his thumb and index finger to force you to face him. “Stop being a stubborn fucking kid.” Now his words are harsh, but he sounds calm. That’s what was scary about him. He could blow a fuse, and you’d never see it coming.

“What do you want me to say?” This whisper leaves your lips as he holds your face. Your own hand moving up to grab his wrist. “Let me go.” It comes out as a plea again, the contact of his skin flooding your brain with unwanted memories of him. Memories buried after months of shoving it all down. Compartmentalizing it into a tiny box you wanted to smash, but found it to be indestructible. “How many times do I need to repeat myself?” He spoke, leaning closer. “You ran the fuckin’ second we acknowledged eachother for the first time tonight by locking eyes after being no more than fifty feet the entire fucking time.” 

He noticed. Of course he did. Who the fuck were you fooling?

Your hand tugged at his wrist, pulling his grasp off your face. “Fuck off, Simon.” You snap, his name leaving your lips like it was venom. His eyes widening by the sudden use of his name. Something clicking in his head as he watched you try to slip past him. A rough hand reaching out to push you back to where you stood, moving up to your neck. “Jealousy is an ugly disease, sweetheart.” He whispered, muffled through his mask. You scoffed, “What are you, a doctor?” The hand not on your neck moved up to the bottom of his mask, rolling it up just past his lips. 

Before you could protest and move away, lips pressed against yours.

'Cause I'm kissing you, oh I'm kissing you

Months of an unspoken bond that formed, both of you navigating your own feelings about it at the same time. You and Ghost. You and Simon. The late night knocks on each other's door igniting excitement equivalent to being a child on Christmas morning. Showers after missions when both of you didn’t speak a word, just feeling the other was there, alive. Sunday mornings when you’d wake up, his face buried in your neck and kissing the skin softly which was the reason you woke up in the first place. He was always up first. Hands grazing each other in public, an accident to anyone looking, but intentional between the two of you.

That’s why you got up and left. You shoved these memories into a box, but one look at him with someone else and the padlock keeping it shut was smashed open. 

Your lips moved against his, kissing him back. Your hands moved to his face, two fingers slipped under the mask while the others rested above the fabric. Pulling him down lower to your level, his hand that had rolled his mask up reached for the piano behind you and gripped the edge of it. A soft moan was muffled by his mouth on yours, you could feel his lips curve into a grin for a brief moment. The hand on your neck slipping down as fingertips lightly brushed your arm before he trapped you between him and the piano with both arms now. 

Was it purely sexual for him? Was it a release? A bond where he felt like he didn’t need to open up because it was unspoken, meaning feelings never had to be discussed. Memories of the last time you were intimate clawing at your brain, telling you to pull away. Trying to remind you the relationship was no different than Pandora’s box. Something meant to stay closed, but you didn’t listen. 

You remembered the last time, but you didn’t realize it was the last time.

The two of you were in the shower, the mission from a few days prior leaving him with new wounds that would form more scars that kissed his body. Your own body left in a better condition than his, the only injury to show was your forearm wrapped due to a bullet grazing the skin. Painful, but bearable. As you reached up to scrub the shampoo into his hair, his eyes looked down at you.

You should have known then. The way he looked at you. It was the sadness someone had when saying goodbye to someone, but you didn’t think anything of it. You thought he was tired. Worn out. His arms snaking around your waist, pulling your wet body close to his. His head leaning down to rest his forehead on your shoulder as you stood stunned before your hands abandoned reaching to wash his hair, instead wrapping around him to rest your palms on his back.

The sex that night wasn’t filled with urgency. It was slow, he took his time. Both of you savored each other, but he got to savor it more than you. He knew it was the last time. He was prepared. You were left to your own thoughts the following days, weeks, months. Your brain running through every reason why he fucked you like he would keep you, not toss you aside the following day.

Touch me deep Pure and true Gift to me forever 'Cause I'm kissing you, oh I'm kissing you, oh

Simon glanced back to the double doors as he pulled from the kiss before he looked back down at you. The hands gripping the piano now undoing the belt securing his pants up. The sound of the zipper pulling down tensing your body. “Simon, what if-” Your concerns were cut off by him before you could finish. “Stop.” Was all he said, grabbing your hand as his other held the unzipped pants up. He sat down on the piano bench, his pants slightly pulled to make it easier to pull his cock out. 

His hand pulled you in front of him on the bench. You body now between him sitting on the bench and the keys of the piano. Simon glanced up at you while placing his hands on your waist, running them down your sides as he reached the end of your dress. Fingers pulling the dress up past your knees, thighs, until it reached your waist and scrunched up. “No panties?” His voice was low and rasped. A blush forming on your cheeks. “I just didn’t want lines with the dress.” You said, slightly embarrassed. “I’m not complainin’.” He spoke as his thumb found your clit, rubbing it as he sucked on the fingers of his other hand. Your hands grabbing the edge of the piano keys, ringing in the room out of tune. The two fingers covered in his spit sliding into you. The sensation of him fingering you and rubbing your clit making your head lean back in pleasure. “O-Oh. Simon, curl. Please.” You beg him, your body moving slightly to rest your rear on the keys of the piano. More notes ringing in a mess of a combination.

His fingers curl every now and then as he pumps his fingers a little faster, the thumb of his other hand teasing your clit. “Responding like such a good girl.” He murmured, glancing up at you. Your face twisted with pleasure and anxiety as you glanced at the doors - scared if anyone walked in. “Stop lookin’ at the door. I’m here.” He smirked, his fingers pushing into you hard and holding his hand there as he teased the inside of your walls to pull your attention. Your lips parted as you gasped, looking back at him. “F-Fuck.” You hissed, head looking down where his fingers disappeared inside you. “I want you to drench my fingers in that juice I love so much. Can ‘ya do that?” He muttered, watching you closely as your body and brain reacted to him. “Y-Yes.” You nodded quickly, focusing on clenching your walls around his fingers. A shaky break as your hands lifted from the piano and grabbed for his shoulders. His fingers, those thick fingers spreading you apart only to get you ready for his cock. The thought makes your head dizzy. Your brain knew it missed Simon, but you didn’t realize how deprived your body was as you felt yourself inching towards a climax. 

One last pump and your hands gripped his shoulders, legs shaking as you came around his fingers. The juices spilled down his fingers and out of you onto the floor as his fingers pulled out of you. “Fuckin’ little dripping cunt. You’re so messy, baby.” He groaned, his fingers going back to slip into you. The unexpectedness caused you to whimper, it was like he was digging every last drop out. The fingers retreated again, this time he wasted no time to slip his cock out of the fly of his briefs. “C’mere.” He mumbled, holding his cock up and guiding you to stand over his lap, his legs between your legs but slightly spread. Nails digging into his shoulders, you looked down as you guided your body down over his cock. The tip pressing against your folds as it slipped past, your cunt wrapping around his cock as you fully sunk down onto his lap. The groan forming in his throat comes out as a low growl. “Look how good you still take all of me.” The rough hands grabbing your waist to steady you and help you as you start to bounce your body up and down. 

“Fuck. Good girl, go faster for me.” His hissed, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he helped your body bounce up and down. As you picked up your pace, his hands would hold you down for a few moments every few seconds to have you just feel his cock buried in you. Your walls clenching at the same time he held you down before he would let you resume riding him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you looked at him. His one hand leaving your waist to grab his mask that was rolled up still, pulling it off and shoving it into the pocket of the suit jacket. 

You gasped slightly as you sloppily bounced on his cock, your brain losing its focus on the rhythm as he pulled the mask off. Simon. All of him. Your hands unwrap from his neck, moving to cup his face instead. Leaning in for a kiss, you whimper into it as his hands hold you back down again. Your body is trying to lift back up as you kiss him, but his hands keep you still. So, instead you rolled your hips. He pulled on your bottom lip as he separated from the kiss, moaning as you rolled your hips. “So fuckin’ needy you couldn’t wait to start bouncing so you roll those hips?” He muttered, gripping your waist as his fingers securely held you. He guided you to bounce again, the wet sounds squelching from your previous climax as you would bounce down onto his lip. 

“I’m close.” Simon said through gritted teeth, you nodded in response. “Me too.” You whispered, pushing yourself to go faster, slamming down after you would bounce down. “Si-Simon.” The moans escaping your lips, head leaning down to bury your face in his neck. The second climax gushed out of you as it spilled around his cock, the second he would pull out you were certain you’d drip onto the floor. Simon’s own climax hitting him, his hands moving from your waist to your back as he held you close. His cock jerking in you slightly as he kept you on him until his climax surpassed. 

“Fuckin..hell.” He huffed, coming down from his climax. Simon guided your body off him as he watched the mixture of both of your cum stretch out between the two of you. You shifted uncomfortably, his eyes glancing around for anything that could be used but ended up grabbing the pocket square from his suit jacket to clean you. Once he was done you pulled your dress down, smoothing it out as he adjusted himself to zip his pants back up.

Yeah, hey, yeah Where are you now? Where are you now?

The two of you walked towards the double doors of the room, silence hanging in the air. You heard him mumble something, causing you to stop walking and look at him. He stopped to grab his mask from his pocket to pull back on. Before the mask could cover lips once more, you reached to stop it just above his lips. Slightly trembling hands resting on his cheeks as you pulled him down for a kiss.

It wasn’t long, you didn’t count the seconds, but he pulled back. His hand grabbing the mask to cover his entire face again. He nodded at you, reaching for the door and headed out. But, your feet made no effort to follow as the door opened and closed with you still inside the room.

'Cause I'm kissing you I'm kissing you, oh

The kiss for you opening the floodgates of your brain again. But, he wasn’t there when you kissed him, he detached at the same time your bodies did at the piano bench. 

Was it purely sexual for him? Was it a release? Your brain asked again. This time it was. And it left you grabbing the chair next to you for support to hold yourself up. The other hand moves to your mouth, a muffled sob is expelled from your body.

[local-crying-boy]

ℂ 𝕆 𝔻 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕙 𝕖 𝕒 𝕕 𝕔 𝕒 𝕟 𝕟 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤

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What they do when their s/o passes out

Characters included: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, Captain John Price, Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra, Alejandro Vargas

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Lieutenant Quick On His Feet here

He’s quick to react when you start to wobble on your feet, or when you start to falter in the speed of your actions.

He stands by your side and either waits for you to pass out or for you to start to feel better.

^ He more so does this if you pass out frequently, if it’s not a common occurrence then he’ll hold onto your arm lightly as if he was support.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

He’s the type to not expect you to pass out (even if it is an often occurrence and he knows that it is)

The minute he realised you’ve passed out, you’re legs have given up and he’s already cursing out trying to catch you before you hit the ground

Now, don’t worry for he is a sergeant and his reflexes are pretty good (most of the time). You’ve never actually injured yourself because he might have been a little too delayed in catching you

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Not as quick as Ghost in a way that Ghost is able to catch you before you hit the ground.

Gaz obviously isn’t about to let you hit your head, but it is a delayed reaction from him to the point where your knees have already given in and are about to hit the ground

He sits in the floor with you, your head on his lap if you’ve passed out once he gets to you.

He’d brush the hair from your face and quietly whisper that he’s there for you and that you’re okay, even if you can’t hear him and wait for your eyes to open again.

It’s a 50/50 chance you open your eyes to see a half-calm, half-panicked look on his face, or a opening your eyes to see him calm (but there’s something in his eyes that tells you his mf heart dropped).

Captain John Price

If you pass out when the two of you are at home, then he’s picking you up and setting you down on the sofa or bed (depending on where you passed out)

He’s mostly quick, like Ghost, because he rushes over when you give the slightest indication you’re about to pass out

You can thank the military for his wariness, but his wariness for you is a totally different thing

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Quick just like the others (I know this sounds like a damn broken record with the amount of times I’ve wrote this), however, unlike the others the concern on his face is as clear as day. No point in hiding it, you know he cares enough about you

When you wake up again, he’s asking if you want anything, like if you have low iron he’s asking if he can get you anything to eat that might remedy that. It was because of the heat? Okay, he’s so fucking quick to ask if you need a drink.

Even if you don’t need a drink, or food, he’s grabbing it regardless. He cares so much about your well being, you wonder if he cares more about it than you do

Alejandro Vargas

Has a little mini heart attack. And (if you pass out regularly) even asks you if you’re trying to kill him with the amount of times you pass out

If it’s a less occurring thing, he’s less obligated to try and pick out little signs that you might pass out (because he wouldn’t really need to)

But if you pass out often, he is so quick to realise when you are feeling even slightly dizzy, or the first to realise when you’re stalling in your movements, sometime even before you realise!

This mf is like a mind reader too, it’s like he just knows. You don’t even have to say anything and he’s ushering for you to sit down before you pass out, hands on your sides as if you can’t walk without him

[x3no9]

Wait… wait…

[lustrousgh0st]

If you’d have told me a month ago that I’d be simping hard for fucking call of duty men I’d have slapped you

[obioxide]

my child, baby ghost, for those who haven’t already met him on twitter

[gunnrblze]

Thank you for speaking up about the old men in ghosts, cause hot damn someone needed to talk about them

It must be said

[darkstrawberrytimetravel]

Thoughts of Ghost edging the fuck out of you as you lose any modicum of self respect you had, before pounding you senseless.

Thoughts of Soap tying you spread eagle, tongue trailing over your body yet avoiding where you actually want his mouth until you're a dripping mess.

Price telling you to strip, turn around then bend over and touch your toes, giving him an unimpeded view of what you have to offer.

You and Gaz on the tube after a night out, hand wandering down between your legs, whispering in your ear reminding you to keep quiet so the other passengers don't cotton onto what he's doing to you.

[ivqnx]

Felix Neumann

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[ghostlywhiskey]

pov: price sends u a selfie while he’s away hours after u begged him to and he didn’t see the point since u had photos on ur phone together but he cannot say no to you<3333

[local-crying-boy]

ℂ 𝕆 𝔻 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕙 𝕖 𝕒 𝕕 𝕔 𝕒 𝕟 𝕟 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤

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How they are like in a relationship

Characters included: Captain John Price, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

A/N: got a little lazy towards the end, I apologise. I was running out of ideas for Alejandro and Rudy :(

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Captain John Price

More husband vibe than boyfriend vibe

Since he's older, he's much more respectful and kinder than the other men.

Of course the others are also hella respectful, but there's something to Price that just gives off the vibe that he'd immediately put your needs in front of his without a second thought.

He's a Captain, as we all know, so he's often busy and being with him means you sign up for a boyfriend/husband that has a busy lifestyle and not much free time

He'd make up for the time he couldn't spend with you, obviously. Never doubt this man

Sometimes he'd shower you in gifts, anything you want. Jewellery? You got it. Expensive clothing? He's rushing to find it. Flowers? Name which ones, he'd get you every single one that he can get his hands on

Sometimes he'd take out someplace nice, anywhere you want, anytime you want. Fancy restaurant? Pizza? Sushi? If you can name it, he can find a place.

Sometimes he'd simply cover you in kisses, hugging you and taking you someplace where you can just embrace each other for however long you are able to.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Total sweetheart, let’s be honest

He's super sweet and gentle with his touches and his kisses

He always takes time with showing affection with you, arms around you tightly as he hides in face in your neck while you hug

And cuddling with him in bed means, without saying, that you two are just going to be tangled together in a loving embrace unless it is too hot for the both of you.

Comes home to you and immediately wraps his arms around you, whispering how much he missed you while he was away

Sit down meal with this one.

Cuddles and kisses and affection and everything!

He missed you so much, he just wants some quality time with his partner after being away for so long

We all know that our favourites are going to away for long periods of time, and we all know that our boy Gaz is going to feel really guilty if he's got a partner waiting up at home

Well, not all the time, since the Task Force 141 is always dealing with life or death situations. He's not ALWAYS going to be worrying about you when he's stuck in heavy gunfire

But he would always try and call you when he is free, that is a given

Sometimes they'd be quick calls, just a simple checking in on you so he knew that you were safe and happy while he was away.

However, sometimes he'd have enough time to have a call with you that would last a couple hours

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Affectionate mf

You can see it from a damn mile away

Before leaving for his deployment, he's always peppering your face with kisses and hugging you tightly with his head resting on top of yours. He would stay like that for hours if duty didn't call.

Clingy asf when he comes home.

Not apposed to some sex too. I mean, the man has been away from you for far too long and he misses his love

He's the type to kiss all over your face when you get home. BIG bear hug as he picks you up and spins you around before settling on the sofa for a cuddle (you anything else your up to).

Although he's busy, he'd always find a way to message you throughout the day. Whenever he can safely get his phone out, anyway.

It's during the late evening when he tends to call you while he is away.

Especially after a tough day, all he wants to do is hear you voice, listen to you rant on about your day.

Even when you are miles away from each other, even when he can't even see your face, you are always able to calm him down.

Granted there are other ways to calm him down.

He's not above a little special time while calling you (ifykyk)

And if you're on different time zones, or you can't call. Then expect a message from him for you to send him a picture.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Unlike the others, our favourite Lieutenant is a little bit less touchy, especially if you two are in the early stages of your relationship.

Once he starts to warm up and he realises that he loves you and that it's going to be you and him taking care of one another, than that is when he gets more affectionate, more open with his feelings.

He tends to be more reserved in public, you'd be lucky if you get a proper hug from him while in the park or in a shop. The best you'd get is hand holding while out and about.

However, at home, he's much less reserved.

Arms around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder or the top of your head (depending on your height)

This man is less likely to talk about his feelings, so be ready for that.

If he comes home from deployment clearly distressed or unhappy, give him time to talk to you about it. He wouldn't want the love of his life exposed to the horrors of war.

Though, he would come and give you a hug if you two have been together for a considerable amount of time.

When he's like this, best to just let him be. Give him the hugs he wants people!

Like the others, he will try his best to talk to you while he's deployed.

Though, expect his messages to be short 'are you okay?' texts rather than longer conversations like the others may have

Of course, however, in the later hours, he will try and have a decent conversation with you instead of quick check up messages that can barely be considered a conversation.

He'll text you for a few hours, two maybe three if he can. He'll try and hear all about your day, but he may not remember it all. He works hard after all, and the only time you two can talk is when he is exhausted and ready to sleep.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro <3

He's a big softie, lets be honest.

Kisses on the back of your hand and on your cheek, but long kisses planted gently on your lips when he really wants to show you how much he loves you

He'll definitely call you names in Spanish and WILL NOT tell you what they mean. This mf will only laugh it off and kiss the top of your head

For all you know, he could be calling you insults and you wouldn't know

If you end up learning Spanish and he returns from deployment to you speaking decent Spanish to you, he's super happy (kind of bummed that he can't tease you without you knowing now)

This guy will accidently almost break your bones with how hard he hugs you before leaving after being called for deployment

You have to tell him that you're going to break with a breathy laugh

He'd let go and apologise, but will cup your face and give you a small (clique) speech about how he much he loves you and how much he will miss you

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Just like Alejandro, big ol' softie when it comes to his girlfriend/boyfriend

He's more partial to forehead kisses and innocent kisses on your neck (especially when the two of you are hugging/cuddling)

And, of course just like Alejandro, he will call you pet names in Spanish.

Unlike Alejandro, he'll be happy to tell you what they mean, because it means that you are curious to learn Spanish, even if it is a little bit.

Before he leaves for deployment, big old kiss on the lips and a hug with his arms wrapped around your ribs

He'd murmur soft 'I love you's and 'I'll miss you's

Masterlist

[strawberrylemongrass]

bad news: im sadly in love with phillip graves

good news: he's the only CoD guy (besides Gaz) that my sister approves of

[lustrousgh0st]

Okay this is my face head cannon for König (gaspard ulliel from Hannibal movie)

maybe age him a little, slightly different hair cut? and add an eyebrow or lip scar and *kiss*. His voice just suits this face structure so well, the big nose, his cheek dimple, his kinda weird smile and he literally has Königs eyes!

I just can’t see anything else but him when I think about könig

[rebelliousryan97]