#cod modern warfare rp

[findroleplay]

💀 21+ nb in search of role-playing CoD Modern Warfare.  Looking to have someone fulfill the role of Ghost/Simon Riley against my female OC!  If you think we are a decent match, feel free to keep reading.  Note that this is NOT a double request, only seeking to write my oc against a muse of said character above.  Only inquire if you're 18+, minors dni!

Writing - adv. lit, anywhere from 400 - 800 words.  Not quite novella, but depends on the scenario.  Literacy is preferred, as well as decent English grammar.  Lengths don't need to be exactly matched, but please no one-liners, or replies beneath one paragraph.

Activity - Depends on the day, but usually fairly active.  Real life can get in the way.  I always send out updates to my rp partners of the potential of slow or delayed replies.

Overall, when it comes to kinks and mature themes, I'm pretty shameless with a few limits.  Those specific topics can be discussed further in PM.

PLEASE do not be weird or creepy.  We're here to roleplay, that is it.  I will also not tolerate any spamming in the event of myself not replying right away if you're trying to get my attention.  That will result in an instant block.

Roleplays will take place on Discord only, please react to this post and I'll message you if you're interested!  Please only react for serious inquiries. 

Thank you all for your time! 🖤

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[dreaminguponlilypads]

HOLY FUCK!!! I absolutely adored “punishment”!! You did really well writing it, had me HOOKED

Would love to see a part 2, please (no pressure tho! I appreciate whatever you decide to post <33)

ofccc!!

PUNISHMENT PT.2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

pt.1

The days that followed were unbearable.

Simon had faced impossible odds before. He had survived missions that should have been his last, endured horrors that would break lesser men. But nothing—nothing—felt as gut-wrenching as the way you now looked through him like he wasn’t even there.

You weren’t avoiding him, not outright. You still showed up for training, still ate meals with the others, still followed orders with the same precision and focus that made you an asset to the team.

But to him? You had gone silent.

Every glance you used to give him—soft, full of warmth—was now vacant. Every touch, every whispered joke between you both, had vanished. If he spoke to you, all he got in return was a clipped nod or a quiet hum of acknowledgment.

He was losing you.

And it was his own damn fault.

Simon tried everything.

At first, he kept it simple—small gestures, reminders that he wasn’t giving up. He’d leave a cup of coffee on your desk the way he used to. You never touched it. He’d linger beside you during training, offering help or pointers. You’d take instruction from anyone but him.

He hated it.

Then, one night, he found himself standing outside your door, his fingers hovering just above the wood.

He had rehearsed what he wanted to say over and over. Had tried to figure out how to fix what he broke. But for the first time in years, words failed him.

So he knocked.

Silence.

He tried again. “Love.” His voice was quiet, rough with emotion.

Nothing.

Simon exhaled sharply, resting his forehead against the door. “Please.”

Still, you didn’t answer.

But he could feel you on the other side.

His hands clenched at his sides. He could walk away. Give you space. But the thought of losing you, of letting this fester, made something cold settle in his chest.

So he did what he had never done before.

He let himself be vulnerable.

“I never deserved you,” he murmured. “I know that.” He let out a slow breath. “And I sure as hell don’t deserve another chance after what I did. But I need you to know… it stopped being a joke the second I met you.”

Silence.

Simon pressed on. “I was an idiot. I thought I didn’t need anyone. That I didn’t deserve anyone. But you—you came into my life, and you made me want more.”

His throat tightened. “You made me better.”

He swallowed hard, his fingers grazing the ring box in his pocket.

“I was going to propose.” His voice was barely above a whisper now. “Not because of a bet. Not because of guilt. But because I love you. Because I want a life with you.”

A long pause. Then—

The door didn’t open.

But he heard the quietest hitch of your breath.

It was enough.

For now.

-

The next day, Simon didn’t push. He didn’t hover, didn’t force conversation. He gave you space.

But during a morning briefing, when he passed by you to take his seat, he caught the smallest thing—

A cup of coffee.

Placed beside his usual seat.

Your silent way of saying you had heard him.

And maybe, just maybe, you weren’t ready to let him go either.

Simon knew better than to rush things.

The coffee had been a small olive branch, but it didn’t mean everything was okay. You were still distant, still guarded, but you hadn’t completely shut him out—and that was enough to keep him from spiraling.

He took it slow. Kept his distance but made sure you knew he was there. When you needed extra ammo at the range, he was the first to hand it over. When you stayed behind after training to work on close-quarters combat, he was the one holding the pads, letting you take out your frustration in controlled strikes.

And when you finally—finally—looked at him without that hollow expression in your eyes, he knew there was still hope.

It was nearly a week later when you finally spoke to him.

You found him sitting outside, mask pulled down, a cigarette burning between his fingers. It was late—most of the base had already settled in for the night. The sky stretched above, dark and endless.

You hesitated.

He noticed.

“Didn’t think I’d see you out here,” he murmured, flicking the ash from his cigarette. He didn’t look at you, didn’t push—just let you decide how much space you needed.

You sat down beside him, leaving just enough distance that he felt the absence of your usual warmth.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then—

“I don’t know how to fix this.” Your voice was quiet, raw.

Simon inhaled deeply, exhaling a slow stream of smoke before finally turning to look at you. “I don’t either,” he admitted. “But I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You swallowed, your fingers curling around the fabric of your fatigues. “I trusted you.” Your voice wavered slightly. “You made me believe I was worth something, that I—” You exhaled shakily. “And then I find out it started as some bet?”

Regret twisted in his chest. “I know.”

“No, you don’t.” Your voice sharpened, but not with anger—just pain. “You don’t know what it’s like to finally feel wanted, only to realize it was never real to begin with.”

Simon clenched his jaw. “It was real,” he said firmly. “Maybe not at first. And maybe I was too much of a coward to tell you sooner. But everything after that first date? That was real.”

You searched his face, eyes flickering over every inch of him like you were trying to determine if he was telling the truth.

And then, so quietly he almost missed it—

“I don’t know if I can trust you again.”

The words hit harder than any bullet.

For someone who hardly trusted anyone, it sure hurt more than it should've.

Simon exhaled, his grip tightening around the cigarette before he finally put it out. “Then let me earn it back.” His voice was steady, unwavering. “However long it takes.”

You didn’t answer. But you didn’t leave, either.

Instead, after a long silence, you leaned just slightly against him, the smallest shift, barely noticeable—but he felt it.

And Simon knew.

You weren’t ready to forgive him.

But you weren’t ready to walk away, either.

[soapmactavish-blog]

AH'M GOONA SET MAHSELF ON FECKIN FIRE🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[ghost-askblog]

i know what you are.

[callsign-kits]

guys.

who the fuck was that gorgeous blonde in the gym on base. huge fucker, absolutely gorgeous but if looks could kill.

hmu.

[chief-laswell]

Anybody care to explain why there are so many military officials on Tumblr?

[price-askblog]

[lt-ghost141]

#1

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[ask-gaz]

Yer so handsome, Garrick!

if you need something, just spit it out, mactavish…

[rudyparra-asks]

My eyes hurt

[ask-private-141]

⚠️‼️(Reminder to this community. To read someone’s boundaries. If someone says no NSFW. then don’t say weird shit. Now my account? I don’t mind. But not everyone does, you have eyes, use them to read. The same thing you did to make that ask. These people are real people. Not just the character they play!) ‼️⚠️

This is not exactly for my account but other accounts. It’s weird. 😟 how do you type that shit out and go “yk! This is so okay and cute!” It’s not. This was made for other people who may be afraid to speak up for backlash. Well I am not. Please read people’s bio/boundaries. Thank you kindly. we’re all human here.🫶💕😁

[dreaminguponlilypads]

COD characters reaction to your.. questionable music.

imagine if you listened to alot of.. questionable (aka freaky/vulgar) songs.. very mixed reactions tbh. short blurb hehe

Price – Shocked. His ears are not used to such vulgar lyrics, and he finds himself genuinely baffled at how anyone could enjoy this. He’s heard rough language in the military, but this? This is excessive. He rubs his temples, debating if this is worse than a firefight.

Ghost – Unimpressed but morbidly curious. He’s not easily rattled, but the sheer audacity of the lyrics makes him raise a brow. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, and side-eyes you like you’ve committed a crime. “This is what you willingly listen to, baby?”

Soap – Entertained. He’s actually laughing at how absurd the music is, shaking his head with a smirk. “Ye really listen to this?” He might even start dancing mockingly just to make it worse.

Gaz – Disappointed. He's too posh for this, really. He expected something questionable, but not this. He sighs, arms folded, and shoots you a deadpan look. “This is what you’re into? Seriously?” Every few seconds, he winces at a particularly explicit line.

Alejandro – Amused but slightly horrified. He tries to keep an open mind, but some of the lyrics make him physically recoil. He glances at you with a mix of judgment and curiosity, shaking his head. “Dios mío, you listen to this on purpose?”

Rudy – Uncomfortable. He’s too polite to say anything outright, but his face says it all. He’s just standing there, stiff as a board, wishing for the song to end. “Ah… interesting choice, amor,” he mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

Graves – Weirdly into it. He acts disgusted at first but then starts nodding along. “Alright, I see the vision,” he says, grinning. By the second chorus, he’s vibing. “You got more of this?”

Valeria – Unfazed. She’s heard worse and probably listens to something just as bad. “Tch, you call this vulgar?” She scoffs, unimpressed, and scrolls through her own playlist—probably filled with songs that would make the others even more uncomfortable.

[murderpoet]

[ghost-askblog]

what the fuck is wrong with you.

[soapmactavish-blog]

GOONA COMMIT A FELONY

[chief-laswell]

Uhm... miss you might want to know that... segeant mactavish is beefing with.. marakov over tumbler and... Flirting with him to make him have a homophobic crashout?

I am not sure what's happening, but soap is calling him love and marakov is disgusted.

(Genuinely happening between roleplayers and it's hilarious)

I... I'm not even going to ask.