#cod spoiler

[cecythemaybe]

⚠️⚠️Call of duty MW III spoiler⚠️⚠️

I saw people complain about how Ghost reacted when Soap died. But personally, I love it so much that it hurts.

Do you see how tired Ghost is? Like his eyes after he scattered Soap’s ashes ???? That's a whole story there. Simon Riley is a lieutenant, right? During the time climbed into this rank; he already lost lots of people around him, and slowly he learned that sooner or later it would be him or anyone working along. He has a hard time learning and preparing for it, Simon is already broke to feel broken again. Just empty in those eyes.

Not to mention, I've read somewhere that Ghost and Soap knew each other before MW 2019. And that even fucked up. Simon would sometimes blame himself for getting attached (as friend) to Soap. It’s would take a long time. A long time for Ghost to actually shed tears about Soap’s death. Not because he is heartless but again, the breakdown gonna keep building up and till its unable to hide, it's going to be a mess. Simon breaks down into pieces, and later back to his feet with the same broken mind.

GOSH thats what i looking for

And about Soap? I think it would take me a day or two to actually accept that Soap- yea. Everything happened too fast, too quickly that I'm agape. I have love-hate with this twist. Why?

First, its showing that this is war. Everything comes faster than we thought. A perfect example of why we should despite war. Soap got shot right when everything was on fire while Gaz and Price were trying to defend, while Ghost was on the ground… The rush is a perfect way to give us a shiver feeling of how ruthless is it. Yet again, is Soap!!? The scene Price, Gaz, and Ghost around Soap’s disappointed me. They could make it longer, give us time to understand that Soap Mactavish is just death. A 141 member KIA. AND HOW THEY JUST SCATTERED HIS ASHES INTO NOWHERE ????!!? DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS MEANS??? ITS FUCKING MEAN THAT SOAP DOESNT HAVE ANYONE. NO ONE ASIDE 141??!!??

I already knew Soap going to die, but this is so messed up-

Edit: I only saying that I like how they portrayed Ghost with pain, not about the campaign. Its feel too rush to cut Soap off and continue to the next chapter. Too rush that I feel like he still alive and his whole death is a cover

[mafiatsunafish]

My friend after seeing cod3 spoiler: We live through Kingsman (Harry) so we can live through this. By collectively ignored the fact that Harry had been shot to the head. We could also do that here

Me: why tf would you remind me of Harry

My friend: So ?

Me: Fair

My friend: the headshot club 😀

Me: 🙃

[ijustluvvoltageguys]

Aquia route spoilers

(note : I will continue giving spoilers here. I will be updating everything here)

Chapter 1 : just like other routes, MC is struggling how to do magic. She was with Rio. The only different thing is the professor. It was a legit 40 year old man, and not an S Rank prince! Can you believe that?! Ikr. Shocking. After that, students take turns to light up a paper on fire on front of the class! If I can't do something right, I just arrived at a new school, ngl I would've had a panic attack but thankfully MC didn't get called. But guess who was? Aquia, exactly. He can't light the paper on fire. So he and the MC needs to stay in class until they can. That's basically it.

Chapter 2 : it's just sad how Guy treats Aquia ngl. Like boy did not do anything wrong. He just said like hey my mom have an invitation. And guess what? Guy said : is not the moment. Like WHAT KINDA BROTHER IS THAT?! And Aquia was so understanding and still adores Guy! Like WTF?! One thing I'm gld though that the MC is still not shaded by other girls or guys because she's just not hanging around with the S Rank princes much so gurlie pop isn't something mind blowing. But she still has a friendship dilemma since she wants to have friends and blend in too but they're all talking about mgic or other stuff that she doesn't understand so...

Chapter 3 is not really interesting it went like normal. Toa is the professor. That's it. And both MC and Aquia is struggling but his POV/special story is something though. Boy was so insecure and always doubts himself. I just wanna smack some sense and some love to him. Like bro needs love. Anyways he did use some magic but he made the class covered in smoke. I guess that should count?

Chapter 4 : MC met Aquia in like the garden after her trip from the library. I think this is where she is friends with Aquia. Aquia is shown to compare himself to Guy. But one thing I like is the MC telling him that Aquia is Aquia, not Guy. So like he shouldn't compare himself and his magical capabilities.

Chapter 5 : they indeed got closer. MC and Aquia went to a rune and then tragedy struck. MC's collar is off. Aquia was like : gurl, why is you eye black? And MC panicked about her choker and Aquia's magic was amplified. At least it wasn't from a forceful kiss like the one with his brother, Guy. That's an improvement. Aquia was genuinely worried. (Unlike Guy LOL). Aquia was so nice that when MC was panicking and searching for her choker, Aquia was warning her about a dangerous plant or something. Such a nice guy, not taking advantage of the MC. UNLIKE HIS OWN BROTHER!! Aquia even waited for MC and understood that her choker was something important. Instead of leaving her in the dust, he throwed his button from his own shirt to distract the plant. What a gentleman!

Chapter 6 : Aquia finally questioned MC after they're both safe. He mentioned about MC's signilum anarcum thingy and how her eyes are like the creator's. But before he could ask more questions, Lou FINALLY butt in. Like why can't he save the kids earlier? Their lives were literally in danger! And what he commented first was like : "I send's MC's powers leaking or sum." And then he just went ape shit on Aquia explaining things about the MC. Poor boy was already questioning himself and now Lou adds more questions. But he was very understanding about MC's situation though. Such a nice man! He even promised Lou not to tell anyone. They went back to school super late and super starving and suddenly Aquia was called by a woman.

Chapter 7 : I knew it! It was Rahm! And another man. Aquia called him his grandfather (probably from his mother's side) Aquia introduced her to Rahm and Rahm was like "ahh, hello Aquia's classmate." I was right, the grandpa was from his maternal side. His name is Geo Harvey. Something like that. Because Jio Harvey just sounds weird ngl. So I assumed his name is Geo. After the introduction, they all went to the dormitories. Like in Guy's route, she asks MC how Aquia is doing in class. But suddenly Rahm saw something off with Aquia's clothes and she was like "Did you do something with plats again?!" She was furious. Like can't she just be a tad bit supportive? She's literally pressuring her son and pestering about her son's test and all. The only one that looks calm and supportive of him is his grandpa ngl.

[bitterrfruit]

Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."

[xynnoix]

//mw3 spoilers

He’s fine, what do you mean? He’s just in recovery

(And I’m still in denial)

[deadunderorbit]

nod nod nod

[wintersongstress]

Simon "Ghost" Riley | Modern Warfare III (2023)

[zarstarss]

he'll be back on the team in no time trust me

(also was NOT expecting all the love on the last piece i posted, too shy to interact with anybody even tho it’s all people being so nice?? anyway sorry for yapping BUT WOAH HEY HELLO)

[gofishygo]

no but what if reader sacrifices themself for soap in the tunnel... (implied ghoap, ghoap x reader; mcd, reader has very low self esteem, reader probably has depression, mw3 spoilers)

you know how important he is to ghost. everybody does- it's hard to not notice that they are practically symbiotic- feeding off of each other's laughs, near inseparable. you never see one without the other.

and compared to him, you are nothing more than a burden to the team, you figure. you do not carry soap's explosive force, the intensity in his eyes, nor do you have half of ghost's expertise in sniping, do not carry any of his mystique. you dont- you dont deserve a second glance, much less any of their kindness. your fascination, you like to call it, towards johnny and ghost, it should be hidden under your tongue, clandestine and invisible.

nobody gets a say in how quickly you are to establish yourself as the wallflower of the 1-4-1. and by the time of mw3, nobody gets to intercept how you manage to run solo in a team, no matter how much they try to reach out. they have each other. why would they ever need you?

so in that clammy, chilling tunnel, your reactions to such an ambush are second nature- you shut down the moment johnny's shoulder is shot. tackling the enemy- the movement is so instantaneous and blurry that you do not realise that said enemy is makarov himself-onto the asphalt and plunging your knife in and out of him until the muzzle of a gun presses against your head and it's bullet lodges into the back of your brain. you die instantly, silently, not hearing how johnny screams your name instead of your callsign, how simon, for the first time, seems uncoordinated, desperate like a dog as he fumbles to revive you. you had never thought that they cared, never believed they would look at you with reprocipricated admiration. and moments before you die, you realise that you will never know how much of a presence you were in their lives, and you close your eyes knowing that they will be okay together. but you arent around long enough to see how they crumble, and you die with the belief that in this world, you are none other than a replacement. you never seem to stay around long enough to see how simon, johnny, love you.

and you never will.

[kalivodas]

JOHN PRICE I'm so in love. I saw a post with the headcanon how he gets a boner in situations that aren't sexual but sweet. Like whenever they talk about marriage or moving in together or something like that. I just thought that such a cute thought.

awww i blush me + that old man 4ever 💋

YOU AND JOHN Price were standing in the middle of some bustling department store. Walls lined with home decor, faint promises to the future that swelled around you.

John was pressed right to your backside, eyes roaming the bath section curiously, and your mouth parted as you realized a part of him swelled, too.

“John,” you cough out. “Are you hard looking at towels?”

He blinks down at you, head shaking in an accusatory way. “No. Why’d you ask that?”

“I can feel it.”

A taut grin splits his face before he can stop it. “Maybe a bit.”

You go to step away from him, chide him a bit, but his palms find your hips, and he tightens a vice at the fat there. “Don’t move,” he grits. “Please.”

“Fine,” you huff, a snort of insolence passing your lips as you bent down, grabbed a set of black towels, and rocked on your feet to push back into his hips. It sounded like he barked, and he smooths it away with a cough.

“Give you an inch and you take a mile, don’t you, lovie?”

You smile, a juvenile sort of thing painting your face as you toss him the stack of cloth to cover himself while the two of you strolled the aisles.

“Why’d you get hard anyway?” you question. Your gaze zeros in on the candle section before you dart off in that direction.

John’s shoulders shrug as you bring a butterscotch and brandy three wick to his nose. It crinkles. “Too much butter. And I’m not sure.” His tongue should’ve burned in dishonesty.

“You’re a horrible liar, John.” You try a Tahitian coconut next. He hums, so you tuck it between your arms, and glance down each of the end caps of the aisles. The coast was beautifully clear.

Your hand glides down to the underneath of his buckle before you smile. “Jesus, honey, you been popping viagra every time I turn around?”

He chuckles at you, hips pushing into your palm. “No, I just enjoy this. These things—“ he clears his throat. “I want to marry you.”

The palm that teased him changes its course, pinches his cheek instead. “You should. We’d make beautiful, fat babies.”

You hear him sputter on air behind you.

a / n the aftermath

[tamago-art]

[MW3 SPOILERS]

This is the canon btw I don’t know what game you played but this was the ending I saw.

[mafiatsunafish]

I have a lot of thing to say to activision

And kind things are not one of those

[rottenratking]

this is how i deal with canonical angst - nuh uh

[daniel-bruehl]

"Rest in peace, Johnny..."

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE III (2023)

[inactivegaz]

[yooo-lets-go]

Ey, just checking in. You okay?

Am I ?

spoilers ⬇️

He wasn’t even wearing socks 😭