#cod Ghost

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

Annoying task force members - pet peeves - headcanons

Soap hates the heat. He blasts the AC on cold and buries you in blankets if you complain. Then, of course, whines when you refuse to remove the blankets. And don't even try to deny him access to your body when under said blankets.

He will whine worse than a husky being forced into a bathtub.

Same goes for when you are not butt naked for him. Yes, Soap has the absolute audacity to expect you to be nude when he is keeping the room a suitable habitat for polar bears.

Ghost hates everything that is not minimalistic. He ain't a hoarder, lovie. He is the dude with a single chair and a PS4. His apartment has the same furnishing, the landlord left. If you attempt to add something he will start an argument you eventually win.

Yes, Simon I need a second fork. People have more than one bloody fork.

People are wasteful, lovie...

This is my home too.

I own it.

S'that so!

Yes.

Fine. *starts packing*

Shit. No. Lovie. Stop that.

Don't touch me.

Eventually he makes it up to you. And tries to do better. But it takes time for things to get through his thick skull. This is why you opt to bouncing on his thick cock. Maybe your pussy will knock some sense into your boyfriend. Judging by the gone expression on his face... it won't be anytime soon.

Kyle is judgmental. High morals/high standards amrite?

You cover all his standards, but some of your opinions are wrong...

At least in his eyes.

Neither of you back down in an argument l which inevitably happens, and when things are desperate you call his captain, who is more than happy to help after hearing glass breaking.

Have you seen the vine of a dude who puts on a wig and fight a woman who says "You can't hit a girl" - yeah, that's Garrick for you.

You do fight each other. Never aggressively - more like petty hisses and cat swats. But you do. And on occasion, stuff are being throw - nothing too dear, just stuff. At least it gives the perfect opportunity for the squad to shop for gifts for you too rebels. And keeps Price's blood pressure moving.

Price is a stubborn old goat.

I don't like that.

Yes, you do.

No, darling, I don't.

You ate it last week.

You are confused.

Are you gaslighting me?!

No-o.

C'me here. Stop running! I-Just.Want.To.Talk.To.You.

Our dear captain, NEVER admits defeat. He will fight for whatever he wants and NOTHING will stop him... And this is why you chase him around with a shoe on a daily basis. Or refuse physical contact. Or steal his reading 'prescription' glasses, he definitely doesn't need, and watch him struggle.

Eventually he breaks when he realize his unnecessary stubbornness drives a wedge between you two thus breaks your beautiful heart.

When the smile on your face is replaced with even the slightest discomfort, it reminds him of the pictures he saw of his mother before she met his father. She was radiant, warm and happy. After she married, she gradually faded into a hollow version of herself - a version Price will not let you turn into. He will never allow himself to suck the life out of you the way his father did his mother.

[differenteagletragedy]

To me, Simon has the dumbest hair 90% of the time because he just buzzes it himself (I cannot believe that man pays money to one, do something he could theoretically do himself, and two, spend time with a stranger). The other 10% it's good -- when he first cuts it, an eighth of an inch of pale fuzz left behind, and when it just starts growing out, that's fine. But a lot of the time, especially when he's at home, he just lets it go.

And you, his next door neighbor, will never not give him shit about it.

"You look so goofy," you tell him when you see him in the hallway, one arm holding your groceries and the other fiddling with your keys. "Just cut it, Jesus Christ."

He rolls his eyes or tells you to fuck off, because you've known each other long enough for that kind of thing. He's lived in the building for years, never having seen a reason to leave, and you've been there for a few yourself. You're friends in the way that you may not call or text or schedule time to hang out, but you can scarcely think of anyone you see more often.

"Seriously," you go on, unlocking your door and speaking louder so he can hear you when you go inside. "It's just like two inches sticking straight off your head, why are you walking around like that?"

"Doesn't bother me," Simon answers, moving to lean against your doorframe and watch you as you put up your things. "Seems to bother you an awful lot though."

Your back is to him while you move around your kitchen, but you can tell he's smirking, and you scoff.

"Yeah, it bothers me. You get a face like that and you go and screw it up with the dumbest excuse for a haircut I've ever seen."

It's not the first time you've flirted with him, or even the most direct time, but it still gives him pause. He doesn't wear his mask when he's not working, most of the time anyway, because he thinks it draws too much attention and he'd prefer to just slip into the shadows wherever he goes. But you seeing him, and you letting him know that you like what you see, it does something to him, every time.

"You cut it then," he says.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're the one so torn up about it, you fix it."

You snort, finally turning back to him, saying, "I'm not a barber, stupid."

"No, you sure seem like a coward though."

A few minutes later, you're both in Simon's bathroom. He's got his shirt off, straddling the toilet so you can reach his head, and you're behind him with clippers in your hand, looking down at him. You've never seen this much of him, never even seen the place where his tattoos stop on his arm, and it's a lot to take in.

You want to take your time, commit every scar, every freckle to memory, but he turns his head, smirking again.

"Told you you were a coward."

Without a word, you turn on the clippers and get to work.

It's not hard, it's just a buzzcut. The hard part is in touching his ears, gently pushing the lobes down to trim around them. It's in sneaking glances over his shoulder to watch his chest as it rises and falls while you work. In trying not to notice the tiniest little hitch in his breath when you lean in closer and rest your hand on his back while you get the hairs on the back of his neck.

The worst part though, is the beauty mark that sits perfectly in the place where his neck meets his shoulder. Specifically, the worst part is the strong, almost uncontrollable urge to bite it.

When you're done, you turn off the clippers and set them on his bathroom counter, then dust off his shoulders for him. Just before he stands, you can't deny yourself any longer -- you won't be able to reach it when he's not sitting so perfectly like this -- and give a quick, soft kiss to the mark.

During all the time you've known Simon, he's barely responded to your flirting. To you, he doesn't seem interested, and to him, you don't seem serious. But a kiss, faint as it may have been, is different, and before you can register it, he's on his feet, turned and standing over you.

"Hair looks better," you say softly.

He grunts in response, and before you know it, his mouth is covering yours, hot and insistent. It's a heady feeling, having him so close, and before you can get used to it, his hands are on you, first on your waist, then on your hips, then on the backs of your thighs as he lifts you up and holds you against him.

He maneuvers you both out of the bathroom and towards his bedroom, where he unceremoniously tosses you on his bed. You look up at him, letting your eyes trail freely over his body now, going down when you see him place his hands on his belt.

"Not so mouthy now, are you?"

[eleu22]

[codnasties]

141 🍆 headcanons 👻🧼🧢🚬 (🌽 link)

ghost 👻

ghost's cock can be classified as a weapon, because it ticks every single box: it's long, it's thick and is very fucking heavy. like have you seen the way this man walks? yeah, he has to carry that fucking thing between his legs, because he's a shower. he has that kind of dick that flares a bit around the middle - delicious if you ask me -. and breeder balls that hang low to to go with it.

i feel like ghost doesn't really care when it comes to hair, he tends to have a full bush, letting it grow as it wishes. but when he's feeling a bit cheeky, he may trim it a bit. and with said breeder balls, he cums a decent amount - more than average -, thick and gooey, definitely a pearly white. his cock is as pale as he is, but when he gets hard it turns a dark shade of red. also, he's uncut.

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soap 🧼

first things first, soap is a grower, not a shower. but his cock is on the longer side and a bit skinier. the stretch is still incredible and the way he sometimes isn't able to fit the whole thing inside of some poor things hole. his balls hang quite high up.

this man has a jungle down there. i don't think he has trimmed, much less shaved in ages. thick coarse slighly curly hair covering his balls and the base of his cock, it's dark colour contrasting againts his skin. definitely uncut. his bulboust tip a bright shade of pink when he gets hard. and he leaks, like a lot, the second he starts getting hard he always makes messes with his precum. he has runny cum, but it's lovely for the dirty shit he loves to do.

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gaz 🧢

i love the little consensus we all have that gaz's cock is pretty. because he does. a little darker than his skin with some protruding veins running along it - the kind that you just want to lick -. i would say that he has a quite average cock in lenght and girth, but it ain't about the weapon, it's about who handles it and how. and let's say he's a fucking expert at it ;)

i'm sorry to be that bitch but he's cut. but he has suck a big tip, the kind that stretches you out with just the first inch. unlike his fellow teammates, i feel like he full on shaves it. my biggest headcanon about gaz is that he cums a lot, thick pearly white seed that pools at his balls and covers his fist when he jerks off or loads someone's hole up when he fully fills them up.

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price 🚬

price may not have the length, but he does have the girth. this man has such a thick cock, and quite heavy at that. he's fully unable to hide his dick, even when soft it still quite bulges and strains against his pants. he's another one with some fucking full breeder balls, always ready to get some pretty thing leaking with his cum. of course, he's uncut, like yes king let that foresking show.

his top turns a pretty light shade of pink when he's aroused. he definitely has one hell of a bush,- fully unkempt, he doesn't even trim it. he used to keep up with it every time he shaved his beard, but he doesn't see a reason why he should keep doing it - and god bless him for it -. also, just the same way his hair and beard are greying, so are his pubes ;)

[littleindulgences]

imagining simon coming home from a deployment, long enough and draining enough that his bones feel heavy. he hadn’t said a word in the hours it took to arrive back on base or drive back to your shared apartment and his jaw aches from the strain.

he’s toeing off his boots and dropping his shit on the floor as he pushes the door shut behind him. you’re curled up on the couch with a book and don’t look up when he enters—the guys had been the ones to give you the heads-up that your husband was on his way. you knew that meant simon wasn’t in the best headspace, so you’d let him come to you.

“hey, si,” you murmur, staying focused on your book. you idly reach up and pet Augustus, your fat tabby, who’s purring on the back of the sofa.

simon doesn’t make a sound as he wanders over. he carefully kneels on the cushions and lays down, his full weight settling onto you and pushing your breath out in a soft oof. you reposition your book over his shoulders. he shoves his hands under your sides and presses his face into your chest. once his breath evens out you raise a hand to scratch at his scalp.

after a minute, simon’s big body swells with a soul-deep sigh. you kiss his hair.

you can feel the way his jaw works, stretches for a good few seconds, before you hear him rasp, “Read to me?”

it takes you a bit to find a good starting point. then, one hand still stroking his prickly buzz cut, you begin. “I was very young when i married Captain Carson, my heart unbiased by any attachment…”

it’s not long before simon is snoring quietly against your throat, and you pull the quilt off the back of the couch to tuck around the both of you with a tiny grin.

listen. i don’t have an excuse. blame it on the fact that im terrible at project management and felt a crushing guilt every time i thought about how i haven’t posted anything <3

[mina-org]

Thinking about retired John with a younger wife, and he just can’t keep up or keep it up with sex, his hips hurt and he find it humiliating how fast he comes or that he just can’t finish. S/o is sweet about it, kissing his cheek and comforting him but he knows his pretty girl has need and he’s not taking care of them it eats at him, so he enlists some help.

he knows his sweetheart would never do anything with, or ask for another man. just go on, happily neglecting herself:(

He doesn’t know if he should ask Simon, he’s big and mean and he’s not sure if your pretty pussy needs that right now. of course it would be a pretty sight to see simon fucking his sweetheart, have them on all fours, trembling nearly ruined. John could already see the tears, he could ever be that mean to his girl:( he'd love to see it though

Johnny is similar, but less mean and a bit too freaky for right now, he’d love to watch the Scot wreck you, love to lap up your cunt and wanted to hold you still while you squirm but still a bit intense when the two of you hadn’t fucked in months and Johnny was always introducing him to the kinkest shit and its just too much to start with.

Kyle though? Perfect. Simon and johnny were takers but Kyle? He’d give you want you want and need, he'd bring you to tears and kiss them away, he was able to give you what you need and be gentle about it and of course more than happy to help!

the two other men are jealous to say the least, simon's known you the longest and John used him to protect you more than a few times, in fact the way simon looks at you is what sparked the idea:(

johns a proud man and loves showing you off, and it started innocent enough, it just escalated but John sure you'll love it

[fludderpy]

„After work“ - page 1

Drawings Comics about them brings me peace….

(Full comic is through the link in my bio 🫶🏽)

[amphitritesupremacy]

Ghoap height difference is perfect for Ghost to give forehead kisses to Soap and for Soap to kiss Ghost on the neck without moving too much.

Currently imagining them returning from a tough mission, they've done the debrief, gone to their room to clean up. They just turn to each other, wrapped in each other's embrace, breathing together in the quiet. Ghost leans back to press a kiss to Soap's brow, then Soap leans in to trail a few kisses up Simon's neck.

[alchemyfreak321]

Simon “Ghost” Riley (5/?)

[holeforzenin]

❝​REPAYMENT​❝

Synopsis - Oh no! What happens when the big, massive strong man that saved you during a very dangerous war, wants something from you in return for his bravery?

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!reader

Warnings - Dub-con, mentions of killing people, creampie, ass play, size kink, he stuffs his gloves in your mouth, he's possessive, mentions about keeping you with him. Dark content. this was kinda rushed so sorry for any errors!!

Art credits @umkochannart on twitter!

A/n - I NEED HIM, SOMEONE PLEASE

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“Oh my— fuck! Sir, please we shouldn't be doing this, someone might see!” you stammered, legs trembling as your panties lazily pooled around your ankles. You mewled at the feeling of his hard, cold gear slapping against the mound of your ass, making the flesh ripple against his clothed pelvis. You keened as the wooden table dug into your stomach as you held onto the edge for dear life.

His cock was so thick and long—perfectly curved as it stretches open your tight, compressed walls to alter his girth. He grunts, feeling your tight little pussy eagerly fluttering around his invasive dick as you blabber on and on about your little worries about getting caught. Of course, you minded that a stranger man was destroying your pussy, but that was the least of your worries right now. The thought of getting caught and someone seeing your vulnerable self—almost naked, being pounded against a small table in the supply room by a big solider that's fully clothed, except for the crotch of his pants that's zipped down to free his aching cock, that's currently having your cunt drooling—making a mess all over his thick combat pants, made your mind hazy and your cunt throbbing in both excitement and frustration.

“Aww don't worry bout' that darling—I’ll just kill them for you so they won't say anything, will that be better?” he chuckles, his gloved hands digging into your hips as he deeply thrusts himself inside your dripping pussy relentlessly, fucking every single brain cell out of you. For someone who is “scared”, your pussy sure as hell was soaked and aroused.

He smirked under his skull mask at the feeling of your sweet pussy throbbing in tight circles around his cock to his words. “Oh? What a dirty little slut, does my talking about killing people make you horny? Such a sick little bitch, this pussy is clenching around me like it's fucking addicted to my cock, you a virgin, darling?”

Your eyebrows furred together at his sick wordings, you felt on the verge of losing your mind as the feeling of pure pleasure clouded your mind. “No, M’not!” you whimpered out, your tits grazing against the wooden table as your gushy pussy leaked all over his veiny shaft, every thrust had your pussy coating his cock even more with your filthy juices—as if you were enjoying it, or maybe you were?

“Oh yeah? Well, your cunt sure is fucking tight and warm—squeezing me so hard for someone that's a whore, whaddya say I keep you here and split open this little pussy whenever I feel like it?” he chuckles darkly, a huge palm slapping your bouncing ass as it jiggles against him, you moaned, tears prickling at your tear line as his thick, filled balls slaps against your poor clit, creating even more friction that had you seeing stars.

“No! Sir—can't, you promised you'll let me go after this!” you muttered, feeling so stuffed by the big man’s cock. “Shh, shhh I'm just joking with you doll” he laughs wickedly, perverted eyes moving down to where the two of you were lewdly connected. His eyes fixated on your other little neglected hole, which's already coated with some slick from your pussy. He eagerly pulled off one of his gloves and placed it on the table. You jolted unexpectedly when he stuffed a thumb deep into your mouth, he pressed his weighted chest onto your smaller back—getting closer to you as he whispered, “Get it all wet and lubed up, it's for your own good, darling”, you were confused and oblivious to what he'd be needing his thumb for but obeyed him anyways, not wanting to make the big man angry.

You whirled your tongue around his finger, making sure to get as much spit on it as possible. After, you hummed, letting him know that you were done. He pulled his finger out, sticky drips of spit coating him. Your eyes widen with fear when you felt his fat thumb circling your virgin asshole, he spreads the spit all over the shy, fluttering hole before sinking it in little by little. “Fuck! Sir—please be gentle, never had anything in there!” You yelled as you cried out in pain of your untouched hole getting stretched out. He quickly picked up his glove and shoved it into your mouth when there were footsteps heard thumping outside the room. “For heaven's sake, please shut the fuck up or I’ll really kill someone. I'm not joking darling. You’re mine now and I won't let other eyes see what's mine” he said in a stern tone. He hissed lowly at the feeling of your asshole swallowing his whole thumb in, all the way to the hilt.

“Such a tight little asshole, M’honored I’ll be the first one to break open this pretty ass”. Your muffled cries got louder as he pounded his hefty cock harder into your pussy, making it gushing all over him as he fucked out more and more juices out of your body. Soon the pain turned into pleasure as he started wiggling his thumb inside of you, feeling it exploring your tight walls. Your moan grew sweeter and more fucked out as you felt your orgasm washing over you—his huge cock tip nudging against your G-spot bullyingly, making your mind hazy. He felt it—felt the way your pussy grew more wetter and tighter around his length, taking him in all the way in as he pants. “Fuck darling are you gonna cum? Go on baby, you can cum, cum all over my cock, you slut”. He ordered, letting his thumb hooked into your butthole as he uses three other fingers to rub wet circles around your clit.

You moaned out, standing on your tippy toes as you clenched both holes tighter around him, making him hiss as you squirted all over him—your filthy mess splattering all over his uniform and gear as he fucks more and more juices out of your dirty pussy. He groaned loudly as you made a mess all over him—he never had someone squirting on him before, so it drove him fucking crazy. He lands slap after slap on your ass cheeks—making the flesh red as you whimpered. “Such a messy little whore, you really squirted on a random man you don't even know? You really are a little slut, I'm definitely keeping you darling” he laughs out, feeling his orgasm following him. “I’m gonna stuff this cute little pussy so full of my seed, gonna drain it so deep inside you baby, it'll come out your mouth” The whole room reeked of sex as he towered over you, his massive cock snugly engulfed by your little pussy, so tight and warm for him. He moans louder, splitting out a few curses as he pulled out his thumb out of your ass, making your little hole wink at him at the loss of his finger. He used both hands to grip your hips, holding you steady as he used your body as a little fuckdoll, manhandling your little body to meet his cock halfway as you felt his cock twitching inside of you.

“No please! Sir not insi-” Too late, hot ropes of warm sticky cum spurted into your poor hole, filling it up as your eyes roll back. “Fuckkk, ohh fuckk yesss, such a good little cumslut for me” he moaned out with ecstasy as he emptied into your warm pussy—after so long.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he stilled himself into you. He bent over once again, his chest and gear touching your back as he whispered to you. “Don't worry sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you, will fucking kill anyone if they dare look in your direction. You'll be mine forever, pretty”.

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Simon is currently pissed at the love of his life for acting cold and standoff-ish. He can't confront you directly so he settles for quietly stewing in his anger and occasionally barking orders to his sergeants.

After all you are in this situation because of him and you are rightfully terrified.

Simon never intended for you to know what is his exact profession, or what his team looked like. Hell, nobody knew you existed until an enemy attempted to kidnap you. Luckily the brat didn't count for the fact that Simon was home from an early deployment.

....

There are a lot of eyes on you, nobody believing their cold lieutenant bagged such a baddie. Some even said he probably brainwashed you, seeing how you steered away from him at any given chance.

Simon was fearing the worst. He thought you were going to end the relationship, that you were afraid of him, even embarrassed?

He couldn't take the uncertainty any longer, so he waited for you to head toward the supply room and quietly closed the door behind ensuring you won't run off.

You turned to leave clutching a packet of coffee in your hand, unaware of the benemoth waiting behind you.

"What the fuck, Simon?", you squicked in surprise as you turned around to find stoic Simon in full gear staring you down.

"Simon? What happened to, Sami?", he spat out with much more venom than he intended.

"Sami?" you slowly repeated.

"Got the message, lass." he solemnly replied and turned to leave, his hands trembling as he was reaching for the handle. You were done with him. He should have known this was about to happen. He should have hidden you better.

Oh thank god. he though as he felt the warmth of your hand squeezing his shoulder, "I am sorry. It is not you, it's me."

Shit.

"Simon. Please face me."

"No", he sternly replied. There was no way he was to face the love of his life when she was going to break his heart like that.

"I am not breaking up with you. I am just scared."

"Really." he replied. The way he excitedly turned his head toward you made your heart flutter. It your warm and loving Simon, not the cold-hearted and tactical Ghost.

"Yeah. I got hunted for sport few days ago and now your team is watching my every move, with Mactavish talking my ear off." you hurriedly replied, putting an especially annoying tone on the sergeant surname.

"But why do you run away from me, lovie?" said Simon, hands gently tracing your lips. It was taking a lot from him not to lock the door and bend you over the large crate at the end of the room, which is the perfect height crate for many positions.

"These are your fighting buddies. None of you shows any affection. I can't start shagging you in front of your captain.", you softly replied, moving away from his fingers, making him groan. So, you were uncomfortable. He can work with that.

"Well-" he mischievously starts-

"Simon!"

"Whot?"

[differenteagletragedy]

Laswell has a niece, a pretty young university student who's majoring in journalism. She has this big project coming up, something where she has to put together a meaty, compelling story. Strings are pulled, so on and so forth, and Laswell invites her niece to visit the base to speak to some of the soldiers, see what she can come up with.

Price is against it. He doesn't need some kid running around, especially one he doesn't even have any control over. But then she comes in, escorted by Kyle, with a tape recorder in one hand, a notebook in the other and a camera slung around her neck.

And, well, maybe he can talk for a little bit.

Ghost thinks the whole thing is absurd, but he still has eyes, so he leers silently while she chats up the others. Soap invites her to watch him build a bomb within her first five minutes on base. Kyle acts normal, effortlessly charming even, but Price doesn't let him talk long enough to get any real game going.

By the end of the day, she has dozens of photos of them all, some posed and some candid, and a good few hours of recorded interviews with them all. She also has her pick of any of them, though she may not quite know it yet.

They can discuss it more when she comes back to get more information for that project of hers. They just want her to be thorough is all.

[scoobywrites690]

Phone sex with ghost

cw: phone sex, fingering, dirty talk, mature language

“Touch yourself f’me.” He huffs out

“What?!” You respond, startled by the sudden request. A request that wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary, but a request you didn’t expect when rambling about your day at work.

“Spread your legs and touch yourself, luv.” He repeats, his voice rough and coarse on the other side of the phone.

Rolling onto your back from your previous position on the bed, you plant your feet apart on the bed before slipping your hand down the front of your shorts.

“Lemme hear you, luvie.” Simon barks, the sound of the bed creaking under Simon's weight can be heard through the phone, before the faint sound of a zipper fills the silence.

Reaching down you slide your two fingers through your folds, running them through the already formed slick, coating them in it before pressing them into your entrance.

Your sharp intake of breath has you catching your lip between your teeth before pushing them all the way in, your warm spongy walls engulfing your fingers, tight and wet around you as you curl your fingers.

“You knuckle deep in that sweet lil cunt of yours?” Simon asks, his words coming out strained and breathless.

“Uh huh.” Is all you’re able to fumble out, the wet sounds of your fingers fucking in and of your hole echo down the phone. Your palm slapping against your clit with every thrust of your fingers has you arching your back as you squirm under your own touch.

“Wishing it was my fat cock stretching you out aren’t ya.” He huffs, the sounds of him fisting his cock can now be heard through the phone as they speed up.

The thought of Simon’s thick cock stretching you out has your walls tightening around your fingers, his full balls slapping against your ass as he fucks in to you. The lewd sounds of your pussy fill the room as you gush and squirt your arousal around him.

“God…Si I-I can’t.” You stutter out, eyes rolling back in your head as you frantically pump your fingers in and out of your sopping hole.

“Fuckin’ coat those fingers in come, my luv.” Simon says. “Fuckin’ soak em for me.” He adds his voice even more strained than before.

Your walls clench down around you as you pump into yourself one last time, before you’re shaking and spasming around your own fingers. Coating them in your creamy slick.

“If only I was there to lick em clean for ya.” Simon pants, his release most likely followed quickly behind yours and is now covering his chest in thick hot ropes.

[softaestluv]

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Just thinking about Ghost having a shy, quiet wife. The glaring opposite of Ghost, painted in black and blood while you’re adorned in lace and frills. Smooth skin and delicate flesh, warm eyes and a bashful smile. Soft-spoken and so fucking sweet.

No one else knows about you, or that he’s married, not from lack of wanting people to know he has such a pretty dove waiting for him at home, but because he knows all the men on base would eat you alive.

But one day, he forgets the lunch you made him. It takes everything in you to refrain yourself from driving to base to make sure he has something to eat— you know he doesn’t have the healthiest eating habits.

You choose to message him, something he usually responds fairly quickly to. Always at your beck and call just in case his sweet girl needs him, but he doesn’t answer. Your lips are pinched raw with worry by the time you decide to get in your car.

So, imagine everyone’s surprise when a sergeant interrupts the meeting Ghost’s in— ‘Lieutenant, um, Mrs. Riley is waiting outside for you.’

Ghost is on his feet in an instant, it must be some emergency if you’re there. He rushes to the hallway, everyone else in the room stumbling behind to snoop through the thin crack of the door, see who their big bad Lieutenant is married to.

And there you are, Tupperware container in your manicured hands, white dress covering your frame with matching ribbons and bows in your hair. The look on your face is anxious, right up until you see Ghost, your eyes softening as he approaches you with wide strides despite the fact that he’s twice your size, hulking and threatening.

“Sweet’art, everything okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” He asks, brows furrowing as he does a once over your figure, checking for injury.

You exhale a quiet laugh, “No, baby. You just forgot your lunch, and you didn’t answer your phone so I got worried you would go the whole day without eating.”

He cups your jaw, a smile breaking out on his face. His sergeants are baffled for several reasons— they did not expect their Lieutenant to be married to such a sweet thing, nor had they ever heard their Lieutenant speak in such a soft, hushed tone, never seen him touch something with such care, like you were so fragile in the palms of his hands.

They would’ve thought it was all a joke if it wasn’t for the massive diamond ring on your finger, or the way you pushed deeper into his touch.

“Sorry, dove, just been in a meetin’ all day.”

He stamps a kiss against your lips, lets himself linger just a little longer than he should because he knows the whole room is watching from behind the door.

“Sweetest little wife, aren’t you?”

[ilostthewar]

Simon “who let you behind the fucking wheel” Riley and Johnny “road rage” Mactavish.

Ghost is completely calm and unbothered as he’s going 90 in a school zone and swerves around corners. Hits potholes and speed bumps like it’s a challenge. It’s his car, he’ll fix it. God forbid you let him on a country road.

And Johnny who drives like he has sense, but he is absolutely raving and ranting at every other person. Might get out the car if you catch him on a bad day. He will fucking slam on the breaks simply to ruin the day of some asshole who is tailgating him.