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aethelwyneleigh27 · 1 year ago

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Lia's Cod Masterlist

Hi lovelies! This is my official CoD Masterlist to those of you who wish to have an overview of my content so far and future content. This is a short navigation of my works and I hope you guys enjoy it.

These are all arranged in chronological order :3

Sidenote: I JUST REALIZE HOW MUCH CONTENT I HAVE, IT'S FAR MORE THAN WHAT I EXPECTED THAT I'VE MADE.

Edit: I published it by accident 😭

Edit as of January 7, 2024: I will be editing my rules soon and though I have 18+ (only to indicate my age) in my bio, that doesn't mean that any minors cannot interact, you can because all my works are sfw (as far as I'm aware there are a few suggestive works). Even if they were nsfw, your internet consumption is not my responsibility and I'm not uncomfortable if you do decide to consume that content under the impression that you know what you are getting into once reading it.

This is all my replies to asks that are not content:))

This is the tag link to all my content that is my wroks

The dividers are brought to you by @anitalenia, who happened to so kindly and graciously accept my request and the amount of edits it took, I'm so sorry for the amount of work it took you love. Thank you so much for these amazing dividers and for being so patient with me even though you have work 😭🩷

Dating Headcanons Part 1

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Dating Headcanons Part 2

Characters Included: Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski

Dating Headcanons Part 3

Characters Included: König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Philip Graves (+ some headcanons including the Shadows), Makarov???

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Synopsis: More headcanons and scenarios of Kyle "Gaz" Garrick as your partner.

Engagement Headcanons and Scenarios

Synopsis: Headcanons and Scenarios of Simon "Ghost" Riley before, during and after proposing to you.

Husband!Character/Wife!Character Series:

Simon "Ghost" Riley Version

John Price Version

John "Soap" MacTavish Version

Husband! and Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Series:

These are can be seen to be related to my Ghostie series.

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Synopsis: Simon as your husband.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Synopsis: Short imagines.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagines List

Synopsis: A bunch of scenarios with Dad!Simon.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a sick baby Headcanons and Imagines list

Synopsis: You and your husband take care of your sick baby. (Mainly your husband)

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley with a Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: How Simon was during the pregnancy and delivery of your baby girl.

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Synopsis: Simon having baby fever because of his little one.

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Date Night Things

Little Ghost (Ghostie) Series:

My AU of Simon Riley with finally a family of his own, this is a self-insert with the reader being Simon's wife and my OC as their daughter.

Little Ghost

Synopsis: Your husband Simon came home to a surprise from you and Ghostie (Fluff).

TF141 Interacting with Little Ghost Hcs

Synopsis: Headcanons of TF141 interacting with Reader and Ghost's daughter.

More Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley and Taskforce Moments With Little Ghost

Synopsis: Halloween and other moments and headcanons for Ghostie.

Realizations (Simon "Ghost " Riley x fem!Reader)

Synopsis: How you and Simon, the parents of Ghostie met.

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley (Ghostie)

Synopsis: Synopsis: Simon having baby fever because of his little one (gn! Ghostie).

Little Ghost Holiday Drabble

Synopsis: Baking during the winters with your kids and husband during the holidays.

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Synopsis: After a lengthy divorce, you and your now ex-husband have gone your separate ways, though your daughter keeps you tied to him. What happens when something brings you back to what you've been avoiding?

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 2

FWB!Simon "Ghost" Riley

"Your girl?" "My girl.."

Synopsis: Your ex finds himself at your doorstep ready to beg you to take him back after he cheated on you, unfortunate for him, your "best friend" Simon was there on the look out for you..

"Your girl?" "My girl.." (Part two) (NSFW)

- Part two written by @blingblong55

Cowboy!Outlaw!141 (My version)

Cowboy!141 x Noble's Daughter!Reader (My Version of the AU)

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a noble is a jarring task as you must be always able to keep up appearances, so what exactly happens when your family hires 4 men? Men who seem dangerous yet you know nothing about, all happening to be part of the same group of people. What happens if they take an interest in you? Someone unattainable, forbidden yet also undoubtedly tempting..

Villain!Ghost AU

Teaser..

Villain!Ghost x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Your husband wishes for your company..

(This will have it's own Masterlist)

Bringing your boyfriend/girlfriend to Sephora or a cosmetics store

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Dad!CoD Character Scenario (Imagine?)

Characters in mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, König, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

What Type of BF/GF CoD Characters would be

Their Reaction To You letting go of their hand while you're out in public

How CoD characters would react to someone making fun of their s/o's trauma (Requested)

Characters Included: Simon Ghost Riley, Kyle Gaz Garrick, König.

Dad!Cod Scenarios

Synopsis: Them as dads, what type of dad they'd be

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Comfort Headcanons And Scenarios Of Cod Men With Your Kid

Synopsis: He has a romantic relationship/connection with you (Singleparent!Reader) and he comforts your little one, making you further realize how much he loves and cares about you and your little one.

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.

Orange Peel Theory With Cod Characters

Synopsis: Would they peel an orange for you? (Scenario based on the test from TikTok)

A little something of Simon Riley x Bookworm!Reader

What they do while you get ready

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Realizations

Synopsis: How you and Simon, the parents of Ghostie met.

Daisies and Talks

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Simon Riley finds you secretly visiting his mother's grave.

Crinkled Polaroids

Synopsis: Simon find you again after a few years, however things weren't in his favor.

Toothache

Synopsis: How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"? Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?

Disclaimer: Details on sexual intercourse (NSFW???)

Ex-Boyfriend John Price MiniFic

Synopsis: John sees you again for the first time after 3 years.

Masked Men Drabble

Characters in mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Price Quokka Drabble

Spiderman loving bf (Gaz) x hello kitty loving gf (you) drabble

Nothing's new...

Synopsis: "You were a wonderful experience" "And you were... everything.." (Simon "Ghost" Riley) (Angst)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Civilian!Reader Drabble

Husband!Simon x Pregnant!Wife!Reader Drabble

Boyfriend! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Drabble

Synopsis: Simon after his nervousness about your pregnancy fades.

Comfort with Price (Requested)

Synopsis: Your husband comforts you after a bad day.

Price makes his daughters cry (Drabble)

Farah Karim x Reader Drabble (Angst)

Cuteness Aggression Drabble (CoD men x reader)

Domestic Drabble (Babies, Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader and John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader)

Pregnancy (Chunky Babies) Drabble (Simon Ghost Riley x Pregnant!Reader)

Mornings with Simon Riley

Lia's Writers and Blog Recommendations

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lilbardrhi · 4 months ago

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"Broken", Not Stupid - 4: There Are Worse Options

Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13)

CW: Omegaverse; cult-like situation; dehumanization

Author's Note: I can't stop. Oops. If you want to be on the tag list, drop a comment to let me know <3 Also, I feel the need to warn you that CoD fic is what got me into Omegaverse and this is the first time I've written it lol

Thirteen hours.

It took thirteen hours for the paperwork to be filled out and processed. They'd dragged Simon off immediately to fill out the paperwork and I was "escourted" (dragged) to my space to wait.

The last thirteen hours have been spent with staff members pampering me. Bathing me, doing my hair and makeup, dressing me in clothes that aren't Salvation's omega dresscode - all of it. There was even something of a literal photoshoot?

I don't know why they needed photos of me, but I always knew these people were weird.

However, all of that lead to me being prettily posed in the room they keep omegas in while they wait for their new alphas to arrive. Specifically at 10:30 pm. I almost want to shoot Simon for the insistence of immediate pick-up.

Could be asleep by now.

A knock at the door pulls me from my whirlwind of thoughts and I sit up straighter, putting on my best "submissive omega" impression for whoever enters.

"UK-009-0013? Your alpha has arrived," an employee calls from the other side of the door.

I stand quickly and tug gently at the way-too-big black skull tshirt that they ended up putting me in at some point.

"Come in."

The door creaks open and reveals Jenny - who looks way too happy - and Simon.

"There she is, sir. In the clothes you dropped off, as you requested," Jenny says a bit too proudly.

"I can see that."

I have to suppress my laugh at the look of hurt on Jenny's face at Simon's lack of praise. Instead, I continue my "submissive omega" act and begin fidgeting with the edge of the tshirt while looking up at Simon through my lashes. The more smitten I appear the better.

"Simon," I call to him softly, meekly.

He wastes no time crossing the room and scooping me into his arms at the sound of my voice. My arms wrap tightly around him and I grab fistfuls of the back of his hoodie.

"Anyway you can tone that shit down a bit?" he whispers into my ear, voice a bit strained.

"Not if you want any chance of getting me out of here without roadblocks," I whisper back with my face burried against his neck. "Don't make it weird."

I'm acting, to him, like I'm unphased by having an alpha but the seemingly-dormant omega portion of my brain seems to be waking up. She's still drowsy and unsure what's happening, but with my face shoved against his neck...

I can smell him.

I've never been this close, physically, to any alpha before. The fact that doing so is triggering the omega part of my brain is royally pissing me off. Thankfully, Simon loosens his grip on me and steps back. One of his hands drops to mine, his fingers lacing through mine.

"Everything is settled. Correct?" Simon addresses Jenny agan as he turns. "I'd like to take my future mate home now."

My cheeks warm slightly at the comment and the implications, but I remind myself that it's part of the act to get me (and hopefully other omegas) out of Salvation's grasp.

"Of course! Everything is settled and you're both free to go." Jenny's smile is unsettling, as per usual, but so is her choice in wording. It's clear from the way Simon's grip tightens around my hand that he also finds it strange. However, as promised, we are allowed to leave with no problems.

As soon as we're out of view of the property, I feel my entire body relax. My muscles ache from being tense for so long - literal years - and I'm tearing up out of relief.

Bless Simon, though. If he noticed my change in demeanor, he didn't comment or react.

"Are these... your clothes?" I ask once I manage to force the tears back.

He stays quiet for so long I start to think he didn't even hear me.

"Would it bother you if I said yes?"

Not... the response I was expecting, but alright.

"Not really, no. It'd be expected. Giving me things with your scent and all that." I toy with the strings on the sweatpants. They're long and hang low from how tightly I had to tie them to get the pants to stay up.

"This, whatever it is, doesn't have to be like that." His voice is gentle, unlike what it has been 99% of the time. Even when we were playing our parts to get me out of there there was a mostly gruff, gravely tone to his voice. I glance at him, confused as all hell, but his eyes are trained on the road.

"Didn't you go to Salvation to find an omega? A mate?"

"Yeah, I guess," he shrugs, eyes forward still. "But there are more important things in the world than finding a mate and reproducing for the sake of having a mate and reproducing. Like rights and safety. Especially that of omegas."

The omega in my mind seems sad at his offer and point of view of our situation, but I couldn't be happier. Salvation is not what it implies and I knew I would never get out of there or be able to help my fellow omegas while stuck in their grasp.

An alpha who seems to actually care about the wellbeing of others. Even if he is a bit... odd.

Things could be worse. A lot worse.

Masterlist | CoD Masterlist | Part One

Tag List: @lucienofthelakes @lostintransist @demothers-empty-blog @scaredyspooks

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 1 year ago

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Bonded Pair. - OCxGhost Backstory.

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pairing: COD OC!Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x Simon "Ghost" Riley bonus: Moot!OC (Meabh "Pirate" O'Malley) x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish words: 2K~ cw: injury (nothing major or too explicit)

May 2020

“How long until the American comes?” Soap asks to Ghost’s right as the lieutenant is halfway through assembling their camp/nest for the foreseeable future.

“Laswell said he’d come before sundown.” Ghost muttered.

“What do you think he’s going to be like?” Soap asked.

“I think you should start heading to your spot and setting up camp, instead of yapping. It’s gonna get dark soon. You don’t want to spend the night lying on a pile of sticks, do you?”

“Jeez, L.T., calm down.” The Scot quipped with a chuckle. “I have plenty of time!”

“You really don’t. Sun’s setting soon.” A voice called out from behind them, causing them both to turn sharply, already pawing at their guns. The southern american accent was the only reason they didn’t draw them or shoot at the source.

Whiskey stepped out from behind the treeline, setting her hands on her hips after slinging her rifle onto her shoulder. She was on the tall side for a woman, standing at 5ft8, and had broad shoulders and strong arms. Her dark brown hair was tied back into the usual military-standard low bun, though a few loose strands of damp hair were glued to her forehead, and the lower half of her face was concealed by an Army green neck gaiter that was pulled up to her nose.

Ghost wasn’t particularly keen on working with her. But at least she looked more capable than some of what he’d seen come from the US.

She wore the standard combat uniform he had grown used to seeing on the Americans: camouflage cargos trousers, jacket, and Kevlar with the American flag. To keep her warm from the unforgivingly rainy and cold weather, she wore a brown fleece jacket under her camo, which was zipped up all the way, covering her neck and the bottom of her gaiter. She had on tan fingerless gloves, tan combat boots, and a camo backpack over her shoulders, from which hung her helmet.

“You’re the Navy SEAL?” Ghost asked in greeting as he approached her.

“That’d be me.” Whiskey replied evenly as she reached forward to shake hands with Ghost.

“I’m Ghost, this is Soap.” He explained as they shook hands, eyes locked into a strong, unyielding eye contact.

“Whiskey.” She replied as she let go of his hand and turned to shake Soap’s. Only for her eyebrows to knit together and then set dangerously low, darkening her hazel-brown eyes. “You.” She said as she pulled her hand back before he could shake it.

“Me?” Soap asked, his own eyebrows rising up to his hairline.

“You’re screwing my best friend!” Whiskey said bluntly as she pointed at him.

“Am no! I have a girlfriend!” Soap said while shaking his head, entirely convinced of

“Yeah, my best friend!” Whiskey replied with a nod.

“No? My girlfriend’s name is Meabh and her best friend is Victoria.”

“Right. Victoria, who’s American and part of the SEALs?”

“Oh shit!” Soap said in surprise as he looked at her. “You’re her?”

“Yeah I am. And you’re the piece of crap that-” Whiskey stopped herself, biting her tongue and pointing a finger at him.

“Woah, you’re nothing like Meabh said you would be.” Soap said with a dropped jaw. “What’s with the aggression? I dinnae do nothing to ye-”

“You did enough.” Whiskey hissed at him through gritted teeth, her hand shaking as she wagged her finger in his face. She seemed so pissed off at Soap, Ghost couldn’t help but wonder what the sergeant did.

Ghost was watching the whole scene go down, the entire situation sending some alarm bells ringing in his head, not because of the animosity… But because Whiskey was loud and feisty. And he already had Soap to deal with, and now there was another one?

He didn’t even want to imagine what comms would look like between them, how they’d talk his ear off.

Whiskey turned away with a huff, shaking her head. “I’m gonna go set up shop. I suggest you do the same.” She told the lads.

“Wait!” Soap said as he stepped forward toward her. “What’d I do? Why do you hate me so much?”

Whiskey looked back over her shoulder, eyes locking onto Soap’s. Then, she looked up at Ghost and, for a moment, Simon swore he was seeing right into her soul and her right into his. Whatever reason she was pissed at Soap, it was bad, and he could tell.

“Just get to work and don’t piss me off. Gonna have to deal with you for three weeks…” Whiskey grumbled about Soap as she turned and walked off, heading downrange to her own overwatch coordinates.

Soap exchanged a glance with Ghost as she walked off, before softly murmuring. “What was that about?”

Ghost shook his head. “Fuck if I know. Just do as she said and get to your campsite.”

“Yeah…” Soap trailed off and waved a goodbye at Ghost before he headed out to his camp, following after Whiskey’s trail.

Night 1: 2000 hours

“I was thinking we take turns sleeping. 24 hours in a day, we could trade and do 4 hour straight of sleep.” Ghost suggested over the radio as he snacked on a protein bar.

“Copy that, L.T.” Soap replied, his voice chewed up, a clear sign that he was also eating.

“Sounds good to me.” Whiskey replied from her camp, her voice clipped and curt, even through the radio. “You can take first shift, Ghost.”

“I’d rather take last.” Ghost replied.

“Alright. Soap. Take first shift.” She demanded.

“Nae? I wanna stay up and speak to you about something.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Victoria, c’mon, I don’t even know what I did.”

“It’s ‘Whiskey’, Soap. I still outrank you and we’re still at work. Haven’t given you permission to call me by my name.” Her voice was so blunt and strong, Ghost found himself almost impressed.

“I’m sorry.” Soap ended up saying with a sigh.

“Save your sorries. Go to sleep.” She demanded.

“Aye, ma’am.”

It took a good half an hour or so, but soon, Johnny’s PTT was turned off, so, Ghost spoke up.

“Switch to 3, Whiskey.”

“Copy that.”

After switching frequencies, he finally spoke. “What’d he do?”

“Something he shouldn’t.”

“Cheated on your friend?”

“No. He’s stupidly devoted to her. At least from what she says.”

“Sounds about right. He talks about her a lot. Tires me.”

“Bet it does.”

“Then what?”

“Can’t talk about it.”

“Hm…” Ghost murmured. “Okay.”

Ghost was supposed to be sleeping. He really was. But with a new team member alongside them, he knew he wouldn’t be able to.

Besides, he wouldn’t risk missing the shitshow of the other two bickering.

“So, how long have you and Meabh known each other?”

“Longer than she’s known you.”

“How’d you meet?”

“On a ship.”

��Her ship?”

“No.”

“So how is it, being a Navy SEAL?”

“Fine.”

“So, how old are you?”

“Old enough.”

“Where are you from?”

“America.”

“Yeah, but which state? You’re obviously from the south.”

“None of your business.”

“You and Meabh ever work together?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Classified.”

At one point, Ghost couldn’t help but start to smirk at the way the conversation was going. All throughout Days 1, 2 and 3 of their watch mission, she answered Johnny’s incessant questions with nothing but nonchalant dryness.

He could almost guess what answer she’d give and what tone she’d use whenever Johnny asked another question.

While she had been sleeping, the Scot had confessed he had wracked his brain thinking of reasons why she didn’t like him and had come up short… And that he wanted to make friends with her, for his bird’s sake.

But he wasn't succeeding. She was cold and stubborn and curt with her answers, not giving him more than a few words at a time.

Even as the questions got more probe-y and personal… She gave him nothing. In a way, Ghost saw himself in her answers.

“What do you and Meabh usually do when you’re together?”

“Hang out.”

“Yeah, but what do you do? Go out for drinks? Go on holiday?”

“We hang out.”

“So what does Meabh tell you about me?”

“The usual.”

“Elaborate?”

“No.”

“How come Meabh has never shown me a picture of you?”

“I don't do pictures.”

“Why the mask?”

“To hide my face.”

It’s as the sun sets on Day 4 that she finally gets tired of playing nice:

“You know, Meabh described you as really cheerful and funny… But I don't see it.”

“Meabh sees the best in people. Don’t take it personal. She lies about you a lot too.”

“I’m not that bad, you know? I don’t know what your problem is with me but… I’m just trying to befriend ye.” Ghost can pick up on Soap’s annoyance in his tone of voice.

“I wish you wouldn’t.” Whiskey replied.

There’s a long, long moment of silence before Johnny tries again.

“How often do you and Meabh talk?”

“Often enough.”

“I miss her a lot when I’m on missions… Can’t talk to her steadily…” Soap admits, this time a lot more sincere. “Do you miss her too?

“No.” She replies.

“No? Do you not like her the same as she does you?’

“I do.” Whiskey tells him. “But I’ve got ways of communicating with her.” She announces.

“How’s that? Sending a letter and waiting weeks for a reply? I’m not satisfied with just that. Need to hear her voice… and she doesn’t have signal out there in the ocean…”

There’s a sound from the radio, which Ghost can swear is a snort from Whiskey laughing. Then, she speaks again.

“Can you see my camp from where you are?”

“Yeah?”

“Alright well, take a look at this.”

Out of curiosity, Ghost decides to turn his binoculars toward Whiskey’s nest too, and adjust the focus until she comes into view.

“It’s a real shame that you can’t talk with your girlfriend.” Whiskey said while waving a black radiotelephone in the air for them to see. “I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

Ghost smirks at the sound of her sarcasm, shaking his head, already anticipating the dramatics that Soap would engage in.

“Wait, you’ve got a phone to talk to Meabh WITH?!” Soap’s voice is so loud and high-pitched one would think he just suffered the greatest betrayal.

“Oh yeah, I’ve been speaking pretty consistently with her the past 4 days.”

“No?!”

“Oh yes.”

“That’s it! I’m going down there, I want to talk to Meabh!”

“No you’re not, don’t you desert your post!”

“I’m not deserting! I’m going to you!”

Ghost has to turn off his PTT so he can laugh without them noticing. Soap had been talking about Meabh for forever, talking the ear off anyone who’d listen, raving about the girl and how much he loves her. At this point Simon feels he himself is dating her with how much he knows about her…

And now, here was her best friend, showing him just how much higher she ‘ranks’ in the girl’s consideration.

Turning his binoculars toward Soap’s nest, he watched the younger sergeant slip out and, under the shadows of the rapidly approaching night, rush out behind the treeline, dashing toward Whiskey’s nest about 2 kilometers out.

“He’s really going over.” Ghost murmured into the PTT.

“I know he is. Meabh is laughing over it.”

“YOU’RE TALKING WITH HER RIGHT NOW?!” Soap shrieked into his own PTT. “Tell her to hold on!!! I want to hear her voice!!!!”

Ridiculous, Ghost thought as he heard Soap’s desperation. How ridiculous it was to be so obsessed with a woman. Girlfriend or not.

By the time he reached Whiskey’s station, after a few minutes, Ghost got to watch a flurry of limbs happening.

And, after a moment, Whiskey came back onto the PTT. “Ghost contact Laswell, Soap needs to be sent on medical.”

“What happened?”

“He tried to get the radiophone off me, so I broke a couple of his fingers… And his wrist. And kicked him in the balls.”

Ghost pressed his lips together to stifle a smile. He shouldn’t be as amused as he is… But God, is the situation hilarious.

“Rog.”

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gomzdrawfr · 8 months ago

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[oc ethereal au doodle]

from this

that saying of "draw it, draw it bad who cares!! DRAW. IT." so yeah- can't get the imagery of Ghost putting stars on Raven's hair outta my mind so I gotto at least draw it for....for purposes

the idea

the attempt

idk what im doing but uh fun!!!!!! i guess!!!!!!!!

#HONESTLY THO im so proud of Ghost's hands #like I DREW THAT??? anyways #hate it when ur idea is lvl 900 and you're at level 2 #GDI #yeah nah i like the idea over attempt too [pain]#iihhjgkhjh i'll save this for a commission in the future maybe #ethereal au #my oc #cod oc #[oc]Raven #GhostRaven #Simon Ghost Riley x oc

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ltash · 10 months ago

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Venom

Part 3 "Anastasia Romanov"

Ghost x female OC

Warnings: Very Dark themed, mentions of murder and blood, dark sadist Ghost.

You are taking me to Makarov, Anastasia.

No. I am going to hell Simon Riley and I am taking you with me.

"Don't underestimate her. She may be small, but she's a feisty little thing."

Moscow, Russia

Anastasia sat in her small Moscow apartment, the patter of heavy rain against the window providing a rhythmic backdrop to her thoughts.

At just 21 years old, she had become Vladimir Makarov's right hand, a trusted lieutenant in his shadowy world. Despite Makarov's elusive nature and unknown whereabouts, he maintained contact with Anastasia, serving as a surrogate father figure in her life after she had tragically lost her parents at the tender age of 15.

Makarov had guided her into the Russian Ultranationalist party, where she underwent rigorous training and emerged as one of their top agents.

As she sat in her small apartment, Anastasia couldn't shake the image of Makarov's face, lit by the cold glow of the tunnel's lights, his expression a mix of triumph and menace. He had relayed the news to her with a chilling calmness that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I killed Soap," Makarov had said, his voice resonating with a deadly pride. "One of their finest. A young lad with a bright future, now extinguished."

Anastasia had known of Soap McTavish, a sergeant among the Task Force members, revered for his skills and leadership. His death was not just a tactical victory for Makarov but a symbolic blow to their enemies—a demonstration of power and ruthlessness that defined their brutal conflict.

As she stared out into the rain-soaked streets of Moscow, Anastasia wrestled with conflicting emotions. The thrill of victory mingled with the weight of guilt and remorse. She knew that in their world, there was little room for sentimentality or second-guessing. Survival and success demanded unwavering commitment, even in the face of moral ambiguity.

The rain continued to fall, a relentless drumbeat against the windowpane. In the silence of her apartment, Anastasia prepared herself for the next mission, the next test of her loyalty to Makarov and the Ultranationalist cause.

The buzzing and ringing of her phone jolted Anastasia out of her trance. Her heart raced as she glanced at the screen, recognizing the number immediately. Her hands trembled as she answered the call, bringing the phone to her ear.

"Hello, my dear," Makarov's voice came through, speaking in Russian with that familiar mix of authority and charm.

"Hello, Makarov," Anastasia replied, her voice steadying as she took a deep breath. "It's been a while."

"Yes, it has," he said, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "I hope you're ready for what comes next. We have important work to do."

"Always," she responded, her loyalty clear in her voice. "What do you need?"

Makarov's tone shifted, becoming more serious. "There's a target I need you to eliminate. He's been a thorn in our side for too long."

"Who is it?" Anastasia asked, already mentally preparing herself for the mission.

"Ghost," Makarov said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Simon Riley. He's working as a mercenary now, a ruthless killer. He used to be a soldier, but that part of him is long gone. We can't afford to let him interfere any longer. I want you to find him and finish the job."

Anastasia's heart skipped a beat. She had heard stories of Simon "Ghost" Riley, the infamous operative who had once been a member of Task Force 141. His reputation for ruthlessness preceded him, a far cry from the disciplined soldier he had once been.

"There are no pictures of him," Makarov continued. "But you will recognize him by his skull mask. He's extremely deadly, Anastasia. He could kill you without a second thought, so you must be extremely careful."

"Understood," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I'll take care of it."

"We've arranged an apartment for you in the same building he lives in," Makarov added. "Get close to him, gain his trust, and then execute him swiftly."

"Consider it done," Anastasia replied.

The call ended, leaving Anastasia staring at her phone, her mind racing. She had a mission, a directive from the man who had been her guiding force for years. But now, the lines between loyalty and morality were blurred.

The next day, Anastasia found herself on a flight to Manchester. The dossier Makarov had provided included everything she needed to know about Simon Riley’s current whereabouts. As she arrived at the nondescript apartment building, she noted how perfectly it blended into its surroundings—a fitting place for a man trying to live under the radar.

The apartment she had been provided was modest but functional, directly across the hall from Simon Riley's. She moved in quickly, arranging her belongings and preparing herself for the task ahead. The plan was simple: get close, earn his trust, and then strike when he least expected it.

Anastasia entered the apartment building with her suitcases, taking in her new surroundings. Manchester wasn't cold like Russia, but the air carried a damp chill that clung to her skin. She walked through the lobby, noting the modern decor and the warmth that radiated from the newly built structure. The building was cozy, a stark contrast to the harsh environments she was accustomed to.

She made her way to the hallway where her apartment was located, her steps echoing softly on the polished floor. The air was tinged with the faint smell of fresh paint and new carpets. She reached her door, her mind racing with the details Makarov had provided. She didn’t know exactly which apartment belonged to Simon Riley, but based on her intel, it was adjacent to hers.

Unlocking her door, she stepped inside and took a moment to survey the space. It was modest but comfortable, furnished with all the necessities she would need to blend in and execute her mission. She set her suitcases down and began unpacking, methodically arranging her belongings while her mind stayed focused on the task ahead.

Later that evening, as she finished settling in, she decided to take a walk around the building to familiarize herself with the layout. She left her apartment and turned right, walking past several doors until she reached the one next to hers. She paused for a moment, her heart beating a little faster. This could be it—the apartment of the infamous Ghost, Simon Riley.

She continued down the hallway, noting the emergency exits and the location of the stairs and elevators. The more she knew about her surroundings, the better prepared she would be.

After unpacking and settling in, Anastasia decided to get a view of the city. She needed to clear her head and assess her surroundings further. Manchester was different from the sprawling, frigid expanse of Russia. It was a smaller city, yet bustling with activity. People moved briskly through the streets, a mix of locals and tourists contributing to the vibrant atmosphere.

Stepping out of the building, she felt the wind tug at her long red hair, causing it to wave behind her. She took a deep breath, the damp air filling her lungs as she glanced around, searching for a place to get a drink. While she wasn't an avid drinker, she found herself occasionally enjoying a drink to unwind, especially when she had much on her mind.

Walking down the street, she noticed a quaint pub tucked away on a quieter side street. The warm light spilling out from its windows and the faint sound of laughter and conversation drew her in. She approached the door, pushing it open and stepping inside. The atmosphere was cozy and inviting, a stark contrast to the tension she had been feeling.

She made her way to the bar, slipping onto a stool and catching the bartender's eye. "What can I get you?" he asked, his voice friendly.

"A glass of wine, please," she replied, offering a small smile.

As she waited for her drink, she let her gaze wander around the pub. People were gathered in small groups, chatting and laughing. It was a scene of normalcy that felt almost foreign to her after the years of intense training and missions. When the bartender returned with her wine, she took a sip, savoring the moment of tranquility.

Her thoughts drifted back to Simon Riley.

As she sat there, contemplating her next move, she felt a presence beside her. She turned to see a man, perhaps in his late thirties, with a kind smile. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked, gesturing to the empty stool next to her.

"Go ahead," she replied, curious about the stranger.

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Ghost checked out of his hotel room and made his way back to his apartment after finishing his mission. The execution of the mafia boss had been swift and clean, just as he preferred. His movements were practiced and deliberate, the guitar-shaped sniper case slung over his strong shoulder blending in with the urban landscape.

When he reached his apartment building, he turned the key in the lock but something caught his eye. The light in the apartment across from his was on. It had been empty for quite a while, and he hadn't expected anyone to move in while he was away.

His eyes narrowed, and he cursed under his breath. "Fucking hell." The thought of having a new neighbor, an unexpected visitor, every now and then was unwelcome. He thrived on solitude and the ability to come and go without scrutiny.

Setting his things inside his apartment, he tried to relax. But the familiar tension wouldn't leave him. He felt the need for a drink, something strong to take the edge off. "Hell, I could murder for a whiskey now," he muttered to himself.

Without wasting time, he swapped his skull mask for a more discreet balaclava and threw on his usual attire—hoodie and sweatpants. It was a look that allowed him to blend into the background, just another faceless figure in the night.

He exited the building and headed to the nearest pub. It was a small, unassuming place where he could disappear into the crowd. He entered the dimly lit space, scanning the room out of habit before approaching the bar.

"Kentucky, straight," he ordered, his voice low and gravelly.

The bartender nodded and poured him a generous measure of bourbon. Ghost took the glass, finding a secluded corner where he could sit with his back to the wall, a clear view of the entrance. He took a sip, the fiery liquid burning a path down his throat, grounding him in the moment.

As he drank, his thoughts drifted back to the mission, replaying every detail to ensure there were no loose ends. He was meticulous by nature, every action calculated and deliberate. His mind then wandered to the new neighbor. He hadn't seen who it was yet, but he would soon enough. He needed to be aware of his surroundings, and anyone new was a potential threat until proven otherwise.

His eyes scanned the room absently, noting the faces and the exits. It was a habit ingrained in him from years of living on the edge. He saw a few regulars, but no one paid him any mind, just the way he liked it.

As he nursed his drink, a flash of red hair caught his attention. A woman sat at the bar, talking to a man. She seemed relaxed, her laugh genuine, a stark contrast to his own guarded demeanor. He dismissed her as just another patron until she turned slightly, and he got a better look at her face.

The red-haired girl was beautiful, to say the least. Her big blue eyes shone in the dim light of the dingy pub, and small freckles adorned her face, adding a touch of innocence. She looked very young, possibly in her early twenties. As Ghost observed her, he couldn't help but notice the way her presence lit up the otherwise gloomy room.

The boy who was talking to her was just another bloke, trying to charm her. Ghost recognized the type instantly. "Huh! Fucker," he cursed under his breath, knowing exactly what the guy was after. He had seen it countless times before—guys trying to sweet-talk their way into a woman's bed.

But then, Ghost wasn't much different. One-night stands had always been his go-to, a way to use women and throw them away like tissue paper. He was fond of it, the detachment and simplicity it offered. Emotions were messy and complicated, and he preferred to keep things straightforward.

As he watched the interaction between the red-haired girl and the boy, he felt a strange sense of irritation. He wasn't used to caring about such things, but something about the girl intrigued him. Maybe it was the way she held herself, confident yet approachable, or perhaps it was the hint of mystery she exuded.

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"I'm Jack," he introduced himself, extending a hand.

"Anastasia," she responded, shaking his hand.

They struck up a conversation, and Anastasia found herself relaxing a bit more. Jack was a local, and he shared stories about the city and its history, providing her with useful information about her new environment. As they talked, she kept an eye on the time, aware that she needed to stay focused on her mission.

After finishing her drink, she thanked Jack for the company and stood to leave. "It was nice meeting you," she said, offering him a genuine smile.

"Likewise," Jack replied. "If you ever need a tour guide, you know where to find me."

As Anastasia stood to leave the pub, she moved towards the door just as it swung open, revealing two imposing figures. They were rough-looking men, their faces hardened by years of disregard for civility.

"Excuse me," Anastasia said calmly, trying to pass between them.

"What's the rush, sweetheart?" one of them leered, reaching out to grab her wrist with a meaty hand.

"Come sit with us," the other sneered, his breath reeking of alcohol and stale cigarettes.

Anastasia felt the grip tighten around her wrist, her heart racing with a mix of anger and caution. These were the kind of men she had dealt with countless times before—brutes who thought they could exert their will on anyone they pleased. In her line of work, she had learned to make people like them taste their own medicine, but creating a scene here could attract unwanted attention and jeopardize her mission.

"Let me go, please," she pleaded, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

The man holding her wrist only laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the dimly lit pub. His companion grinned maliciously, clearly enjoying the situation.

Anastasia's mind raced. She assessed her options quickly, weighing the risks. Fighting back now could escalate things, drawing unwanted scrutiny. She needed a way out without compromising her cover or exposing herself.

With a calm demeanor, she tried reasoning one last time. "I don't want any trouble. Just let me go," she said firmly, locking eyes with the man holding her.

The tension in the air was palpable. Other patrons glanced over curiously, sensing the brewing conflict. Anastasia kept her composure, her mind racing through scenarios and escape routes.

"Leave her the fuck alone. You motherfucker," the voice growled, slicing through the air with a husky, raspy British accent. It was a voice that commanded attention, filled with a raw intensity that made even the rowdiest patrons at the bar pause and turn to see what was happening.

The two men who had accosted Anastasia froze , their eyes widening as they turned to face the figure behind her. Slowly, she pivoted on her heel to see him for herself.

He towered over her, almost a foot and a half taller, his presence imposing and commanding. Piercing brown eyes stared out from behind a skull-printed balaclava, giving him an air of mystery and danger. He was dressed in dark, nondescript clothing that hinted at a life lived on the edge.

"And who the fuck you think you are?" one of the men snarled, his grip tightening painfully around Anastasia's wrist. She winced, feeling the pressure of his fingers digging into her skin.

"Your worst nightmare," the figure replied, his voice low and cold, each word laced with a promise of retribution.

"You know who I am?" the man barked, his bravado faltering slightly in the face of the stranger's imposing demeanor.

Without hesitation, he moved with lightning speed. In one swift motion, he seized the man's head and slammed it down onto the bar with bone-crushing force.

A sickening crack echoed through the pub as his teeth shattered and blood sprayed across the counter. Before the man could react, Ghost struck again, this time driving the man's nose into the hard surface. The counter splattered with blood.

The bar erupted into chaos as screams and shouts filled the air.

Anastasia recoiled in shock, her heart pounding in her chest. She had seen violence before, but the sheer brutality of Ghost's response left her breathless. She watched in a mix of horror and awe as Ghost stood over the subdued man, his chest heaving with controlled rage.

The second man, sensing the danger, released his grip on Anastasia and stumbled back, his hands raised in surrender. He exchanged a fearful glance with his companion before hastily retreating from the scene, disappearing into the crowd of panicked patrons.

Ghost remained unmoved, his gaze sweeping over the bar as silence settled over the chaos he had unleashed. His balaclava obscured his face, masking any emotion that might lie beneath. Slowly, he turned to look at Anastasia, who stood trembling before him.

"Are you alright?" His voice, still raspy but softer now, held a hint of concern.

Anastasia nodded slowly, unable to tear her eyes away from him.

Her gaze locked with Ghost's intense brown eyes, and for a fleeting moment, everything around them seemed to freeze. There was an undeniable pull between them, a magnetic force that drew her in despite the chaos and danger that had just unfolded.

But fear surged through her veins, overpowering any curiosity or attraction she felt. Without a second thought, she turned and ran. Her heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted through the deserted streets, every step echoing the urgency of her escape.

"Was he the one she came after?" Her mind raced.

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dovithedarklord · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Age of Monsters

Pairing: OFC x Simon "Ghost" Riley, OFC x König

Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, POV First Person, Not Beta Read, Medical Inaccuracies, Military Inaccuracies, AFAB OC

Trigger Warning: The story will contain violance, blood and smut in detail. Please, keep that in mind!

⚠️MDNI⚠️

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Summary:

50 years ago, the world was turned upside down by the appearance of a virus, and monsters destroyed most of the known civilization. For safety, humanity has retreated to colonies all around the world, where life is lived according to strict rules and in fear of monsters. Fortunately, the virus caused something other than just the emergence of mutant monsters, it also awakened the Hunters, who have been heroically protecting the colonies ever since. Leona Woods spends her days in Colony 17 hiding from her duties as a Healer, but her carefree life soon ends when one of her evenings doesn't go as planned. And when karma finally catches up, she is forced to join Liquidation Unit 141 to fulfill her duties.

Life in Unit 141 isn't nearly all sunshine and rainbows, especially when a certain masked Hunter tries to make it even harder. However, the excitement only increases when a new danger appears, which threatens not only the life of the unit but the safety of the entire world. And Leona must decide whether to choose her own interests or the survival of her new team and the world.

The world in the story is inspired by the Guideverse.

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Author's Note

Hello!

I've uploaded every finished chapter here! I upload it regularly!

The story moves quite slowly, so please be patient!

I have pretty much covered all the characters in the tags, but the list could expand in the future.

(I proofread myself before posting, so sorry if there are mistakes! I write the story in my language first, and I translate it after. English is not my first language, so help is welcomed! Just be nice, please! )

If you're interested you can find the story on AO3: Chapter One

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

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Map of the colonies

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Other works

Stucked (Soap x reader, Ghost x Reader, Horrorgame au)

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juvenillia · 2 years ago

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》 Masterpost 《

Hello there! You can call me Jules, I write for fictional men I simp for. [atm it's mostly cod] My works are nearly always reader inserted inspired by my OC's.

This blog is 18+ 》 MDNI 《 (pls just have your age in your bio)

Requests are open.

Just hit my inbox! I write for the men you already find in this post and I'm happy to serve.

》Find me on AO3《

You can always ask to be tagged in a specific (upcoming) work or series. Just leave a comment

》 Call of Duty

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Death of Peace of Mind [ongoing fanfic]

happier [hurt/comfort one shot]

tangled pt. 2 [smut/ series]

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

second death [hurt/no comfort drabble]

tangled pt. 1 [smut/series]

under my skin [fluff/smut os]

Captain John Price

like smoke [coming soon]

future days [fluff oneshot]

if you let me [fluff oneshot]

Poly

tangled [ Soap x Reader x Ghost]

Headcanons/Brainrot

Love Language [141+König]

Rammstein [König]

Moving on [141+König]

Smoking [Ghost, sfw]

#juvenillia #masterlist #masterpost #multifandom artist #fanfic #request #drabble #headcanon #the brainrot is real

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ponyosmom35 · 8 months ago

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Don't Say Things That You Don't Mean

bittersweet chapter thirty six

steve harrington x fem oc

synopsis: as the drugs wear off the truth starts to come out.

link to master list:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

The drugs started to take effect almost immediately, and a giggle bubbled up from Indie's chest. The room seemed to spin in a kaleidoscope of colors, the sterile white walls turning a soft, dreamy shade. Steve's laughter joined hers, a contagious, carefree sound that filled the small, grimy room.

The doctors, having retreated for a moment, returned with a renewed sense of urgency, their expressions grim. They started asking the same questions again, their voices sharp and impatient. But to Indie and Steve, it was just background noise. The sight of the doctors pulling out weapons only made them laugh harder, their laughter ringing through the room with an unsettling giddiness.

One of the doctors approached Steve, grabbing his hand with a rough grip and yanking his nail, trying to make him talk. The pain was sharp, but Steve's reaction was to burst into hysterical laughter. Indie laughed along with him, unable to stop, even as the situation grew increasingly dire.

Between fits of laughter, Indie managed to shout out, "We cracked the code! We're gonna be found!" Her words were slurred, but they were filled with a wild, frenzied joy.

Steve added, still chuckling, "Dustin's gonna call Hopper! We're gonna be saved!"

The alarm blared suddenly, its shrill sound slicing through their laughter. The room seemed to vibrate with the noise, adding to the surreal atmosphere. The doctors, clearly startled, rushed out, leaving Indie and Steve alone.

A few moments later, Dustin burst into the room, his face a mixture of relief and determination. Without hesitation, he pulled out a taser and zapped one of the doctors, who crumpled to the floor, twitching. Indie's laughter turned into cheers, her voice filled with exhilaration.

"Yes! Dustin, you're a hero!" she shouted, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

With the doctors incapacitated, Dustin quickly worked on freeing them from their binds. Indie stumbled to her feet, her legs unsteady from the drugs. She grabbed onto Steve, who steadied her with a concerned but affectionate look. Together, they navigated through the corridors, their movements clumsy but full of a strange, joyous abandon.

They took turns making fun of each other as they stumbled down the hallways, their laughter echoing off the walls. Steve tripped over his own feet, falling in a heap on the floor. Indie couldn't help but laugh, her giggles escaping uncontrollably.

"I wanted a hot dog!" she said through her laughter, still giggling.

Steve, grinning despite himself, replied, "The Russians took the keys, remember?"

They finally made it back to the outside, their laughter fading into exhausted smiles. They ran through the mall corridors, weaving and stumbling, their spirits lifted by the unexpected freedom.

Sneaking into a movie theater, they found a secluded spot and plopped down next to each other. Indie leaned in close, her breath warm against Steve's ear as she whispered something that made them both laugh even harder. The movie screen lit up with the opening credits of *Back to the Future*, and their laughter only grew louder with each passing scene.

Robin and Dustin went to make calls for help, while Erica kept an eye on Indie and Steve. The two of them decided to take a break and get some water. Indie pushed Steve off the water fountain and grabbed a drink, still giggling.

As they stood by the fountain, Indie looked up at the lights and the windows, her giggles fading into an uncomfortable silence. She suddenly felt a wave of nausea, her stomach churning. "Steve, I think I'm gonna—"

Before she could finish, she dashed into the bathroom, Steve hot on her heels. They both made it to the stalls just in time, and the next few minutes were a blur of painful, retching heaves. Indie's head spun as she threw up, her stomach protesting violently.

When she finally finished, she leaned against the wall, feeling utterly drained. Her tears mixed with the sweat on her face as she tried to calm her racing heart. Steve was in a stall nearby, his own retching sounds a harsh reminder of their shared ordeal.

After what felt like an eternity, Indie wiped her mouth and her tears, her hands trembling. She looked at Steve, who was finally emerging from his stall, his face pale and sweat-drenched.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked, his voice soft but concerned.

Indie nodded weakly, feeling slightly better but still shaken. "I think so. I feel... a bit better now."

Steve's eyes searched hers, his expression serious. "You need to talk to Robin," she said, knowing the real reason behind her own turmoil.

Steve looked confused. "Why would I need to talk to Robin?"

Indie sighed, her frustration rising. "The way you were talking about your feelings for her, I think you should tell her"

Steve cut her off by crawling into her stall, leaning against the other door while he looks at her his expression earnest. "I wasn't talking about Robin," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Indie's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in disbelief. She stared at him, trying to process his words. "Who were you talking about then?"

Steve's gaze softened, his eyes searching hers with a vulnerability she'd never seen before. "I was talking about you."

"What?" Her breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling. "But I'm nothing like Nancy or Jessie or any of the other girls you were with," she said, her voice trembling.

"That's why I like you," Steve replied earnestly. "You're not like anyone else. You make me laugh harder than anyone else, and you're smarter than I could ever be. From the day that I saw you, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. I was scared to talk to you because I didn't want to be made fun of. But now, I'm done with all that bullshit. I wish I'd found you sooner."

Indie's eyes filled with tears, her heart aching with a mix of hope and fear. She shook her head, trying to hold back her emotions. "Please don't say something you don't mean just because you're high," she pleaded.

Steve's face fell, his expression pained. He reached out, placing a hand gently on her knee.

Before Steve could respond, Dustin and Erica burst into the bathroom, their faces showing concern and relief. The moment was broken, and Indie and Steve shared a final, lingering look before their reality shifted back into focus. Thankful that the high seemed to begin to wear off. Indie stands and hurries out of the bathroom, trying to get as far away from Steve as she could. Her heart broken as she wondered why he would say those things to her when he would never mean them.

#steve stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #strsnger things #stranger things fic #stranger things #steve harrington fic #Steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #Steve from stranger things #steve harrington angst #s

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thoughtsandbones · 2 years ago

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It all catches up with you

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of alcohol, war, profanity, medical inaccuracies and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: Sonne - Rock and a Hard Place - Supreme Beings of Leisure, Behind Blue Eyes - The Who and Athena - The Who

A/N: Flashbacks are getting messed up when I am indenting them and I am getting lots of errors when publishing the work, please bare with some mistakes and spelling issues.

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8 and PART 9

Part 10

"Ghost, my office now" Price beckoned calmly as they left the infirmary, he saw Ghost briefly stop and then turned to look at him. The mask covering his surely annoyed face. Price knew something was up. He'd assumed that Simon would tell you by now who he is.

Moments later, Soap left the infirmary baring witness to the stand off between Price and Ghost. He looked at Price's stern face, eyes narrowed towards Ghost, who was silently standing his ground, somehow weighing out his options within that mysterious man.

Price turns to Soap.

"Soap, come along as well, my office, call up Gaz too" Price said, turning right to the stairs down to his office. Soap followed, looking back at Ghost who also followed, taking slow steady steps. Soap took out his phone, texting Gaz.

As the three of them walked to Price's office, Soap couldn't being stuck in the unknown of what occurred between Price and Ghost.

Price unlocked the door of his office and ushered Soap and Ghost in.

"Gaz coming?" He says looking at Soap

"Aye, he's on his way" Soap replied

Price looked down either side of the corridor, waiting for Gaz, he eventually sees him coming up from the stairs. Gaz nods at Price

"Everything all good Captain?" Gaz asks as he walked in looking at Soap and Ghost then back at Price as he closed and locked the door.

"Bit of a sticky situation Gaz" Price replied looking at Gaz and then to Ghost.

Soap and Ghost were sat on either end of the sofa, leaving a small gap. Gaz opted to take one of the small armchairs as Price took his usual armchair, facing perfectly at the door, the sofa and the small armchair.

"Ghost has royally pissed off Hari" He said glaring at Ghost.

Ghost glared back. Adamant about standing his ground and his reason.

"She's not comin' with us on this mission" Ghost gruffed

"I ain't suggesting she were to come on this mission, but I am saying in the future Ghost" Price asserted "You said she was getting good with weapons handling, and I know she can follow orders well" Price added

"What's the situation Cap?" Gaz asked, now curious as to what occurred.

"I would like for Hari to be on the task force, in the field. Her skills as a doctor would greatly help during long term missions which are bound to come up" Price said

"Aye, I am for it" Soap blurted

Ghost looked at Soap 'Course he would he thought

"Ghost says no on the account she's a liability..." Price said through gritted teeth.

"She's not SAS, has been out the army for over 12 years." Ghost mumbled .

"Yet she's been eager and willing to partake in our drills and target practise" Soap retorted, giving Ghost a confused face. "She would be a great asset" Soap continued

"Soap has made a fair point." Price said, nodding at him and turned to Gaz "How 'bout you Kyle?"

"Given my brief interaction, I think she has what it takes, I was impressed by her cool with that other doctor fella" Gaz said "I woulda knocked 'im out" He added

"Another good point" Price said and turned to Ghost.

"How was she during the course she ran today?" Price asked him

Ghost looked at him. He's buried himself. Felt buried like he did when Roba buried him with Vernon. Part of him would rather he be back there than here...

"Was alrigh'" He gruffed

"What was her time?" Gaz asked

"5 minutes 48 seconds" He replied

"Not bad for first time." Gaz said impressed, leaning back in the chair. "Why does Ghost have an issue with her again?" He asked, looking at Price

"Because she knew him before he became the Ghost and trained her under Captain MacAlasdair"

Ghost could feel himself shrink, he wanted nothing more than a hole to appear and swallow him into a dark abyss. The constant reminder of you, who you were, how you have changed and how would you react after seeing him after all this time.

"Want me to tell her?" Soap suggested looking at Ghost with eyes widened.

Ghost shot him a glare "Over my dead body Johnny" he whipped back

"Why's it so hard Ghost?" Gaz asked, now intrigued at this mysterious past he hid.

Ghost looked over at Gaz, then at Price. The lump no a stone was forming again in his throat. He couldn't get the words out.

Why is it so fuckin' hard he asked himself

"Simon she deserves to know" Price whispered

Ghost stood up, he couldn't take it anymore, his hands formed into fists. Price saw his fists tighten, he was hesitant at what would happen next...

"I know she does..." Ghost hissed. "Just can't, not at the moment" he resumed quietly. Ghost sat back down, sinking into the sofa.

Soap looked at him with sadness Lt has been through a lot he thought

"Look, she's good and eager" Ghost started. All eyes in the room turned to him, yet Ghost continued to look down at his knees, down the the frayed blue edges of his jeans by his black boots.

"Needs more trainin'" Ghost finally added looking up at Price.

Price finally smiles, it wasn't a lot, but it was enough to ensure that Ghost was trying at least. He had to take his own time.

"All sorted. After this mission, we will get her training with us and see how she does" Price concluded

"Aye" Soap said, smirking and nodding his head

"Looking forward to it" Gaz said

A grunt came out of Ghost.

"Alright, back to it" Price says getting up and patting his hands on his knees. "Remember, Dr Kaur will be doing health and med kit checks tomorrow morning, she'll send an email out soon" He added. They all nodded as Price looked at them.

Ghost was the first to leave the office, he made his way back up to his room. He passed the infirmary, a quick glance in and he saw you typing away on your laptop. Opening his door, and locking it, he rushed in and collapsed on the bed taking off his mask, clenching in his right hand. Simon groaned into his pillow, and then rolled over to his side looking outside the window.

The sun had finally set, the sky was dark, but it was cloudy and no stars would be visible tonight. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, and then grabbed his wired earphones and connected it to his phone, listening to his comfort music, The Who.

Closing his eyes, he was reminded of your cold stare that pierced him in the garage. He jolted slightly. Within his hands his phones vibrated. Simon looked down at the notification.

An email from you.

He tapped on it immediately and read the email:

Dear all,

Tomorrow I'd like to see you all for a health check as requested by Sergeant MacTavish.. and Captain Price.

Additionally, I need to check your med kits, please bring them along so I can top up if needed.

Times for health checks:

10:00 - Captain Price

11:00 - Sergeant Garrick

12:00 - Sergeant MacTavish

13:30 - Lieutenant Ghost

Any issues please let me know :)

Kind regards,

Dr Kaur

Simon scanned the email again. You wanted him last. He rolled onto his back and looked at the email again. An whole hour with just you and him. Simon slammed his head against the pillow. He had to apologise to you. He majorly fucked up.

He closed his eyes, hoping that sleep will come soon. But it didn't. The pain and anxiety was building up in him about tomorrows looming interaction with you. The past crept up slowing from the back of his mind.

"I am the death of everything you know and love"

Simon jolted up from his bed, fists tight and near his face.

The echo of Manuel Roba's words resonated within his skull. Simon looked around his room. Simon reached for his knife from his strap on his fatigues.

"Fuckin' come out El Gordo" he hissed out into the darkness, circling his room, clenching the knife tighter in his fist.

Simon was met with silence. No one but him was in his room. He placed the knife on his bedside table and then changed out of his fatigues into his black joggers and took his shirt off. Simon crept back into bed, bringing the knife with him in his right hand, placing it under his pillow.

"Hey English" Roba's voice echoed in his head.

'Fuckin' come on" He hissed again out in the silence

Simon closed his eyes, it was going to be one of those nights again he thought.

Simon began cackling lightly into his pillow as his mind took him back to the dark place of Coahuila, Mexico.

No rest for the wicked

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tontita · 1 year ago

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RED ROVER || SIMON RILEY X OC (READER)

hello! this is one of my first fics, im trying to promote it so more people read it. the first episode is already posted in my wattpad account @/giraisols ! id really appreciate if you checked it out.

link ! https://www.wattpad.com/story/361889325-%F0%9D%97%A5e%F0%9D%97%97-%F0%9D%97%A5ov%F0%9D%97%98r-%F0%9D%97%9A%F0%9D%97%9B%F0%9D%97%A2st

SLICE OF LIFE || ANGST || COMFORT || FLUFF || SMUT? || ENEMIES TO LOVERS || JEALOUSY || SLOW BURN || MLW || COLLEGE - UNIVERSITY AU

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀March, 2000. It wasn't easy starting university in the middle of the year, but Victoria Bathgate's hard work - including begging the dean in a trillion letters and studying her ass off — paid off well, allowing her to break a couple of rules. She's already fucking up what her anxiety made her think would be her whole future — or whatever would come after graduation. Victoria wore a mask of confidence only to hide the clumsiness hiding beneath, the same one that was now growing too big to hide anymore. She had her open injuries imminentfrom her heart being broken over and over again by any male that walked into her life. Moving from her dad to her friends to her boyfriends, she felt like she couldn't keep any precious gift that was given to her for too long.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Meanwhile, Simon Riley is in his second year of Criminal Justice. Being a relatively smart guy, the career he chose is one of the few things he ponders will make him the average person he thought he'd never become. Poltergeists from his past still haunt him up to these these days, having obvious outcomes on his behaviour. Side effects he often presented to others contained insomnia, headaches, trouble concentrating, addictions, agitation, numbness, dizziness, and occasionally, psychosis. The only thing keeping him sane was a pack or two of cigarettes per week, the nicotine working as an anchor for him to keep his mind in the real world. He knew damn well he was fucking up his lungs, but he couldn't care less about his future. He'll graduate and that's it. He'll settle down far away from his hometown, get a wife, and have kids if the universe lets him.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀It was clear his soul was still pained, haunted. He needs a solution as soon as possible. He can't find it, no matter where he looks or how hard he yearns for any sort of relief.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀But who'd expect he is about to live the most wonderful years of his life? The ones he'd cherish and long to live again for the rest of his life, when his trauma catches up to him?

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thank you sm for reading ! i might even post the 1st chapter here lololol

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league-of-sam · 2 years ago

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As Grim as the Reaper | Simon 'GHOST' Riley PREQUEL

Ghost x Reader, Graves x Reader

CHAPTER THREE

Phillip Graves x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

As Grim as the Reaper: Masterlist

"You got everything you need, little bug?"

Shoving your last duffel bag stuffed to the brim with clothes into the back of the truck, you wiped the little dribble of sweat from your brow.

"Yeah, think so." you breathed.

Today was the day that you were moving.

Moving away from your family.

Away from your home.

Away from the SAS.

But it was for something new.

Today was the day, that after countless meetings and arguments and paperwork, you'd be transferring to the US Special Operations Unit, and moving to the United States for the foreseeable future.

"I'm so proud of you, you know." John said, taking your shoulders in his hands. "My little sister, off to see the world and fight like the hero I know she is."

You smiled, trying to hide the tears welling in your eyes, "Stop, John. You're gonna make me cry again."

"You're gonna be amazin', you know that right?"

"Course I am, I learned from the best after all, Captain."

He smiled, beaming down at you, "Damn right, ya did."

Once more, he pulled you close, hugging you tightly as if it'd be the last time he'd do it. But you were aware as much as he was that it would be a long time before you'd see each other again.

"Remember," he whispered. "We get dirty-"

"-and the world stays clean." you spoke back, a proud smile on your face. "I know."

He led you back into the building with a tight arm around your shoulder, turning slightly to click the car lock before shoving you through the door playfully, the two of you laughing as you moved down the corridor.

Waiting for you in the conference room with a screen set up was Kate Laswell, CIA Special Ops Chief handler.

She had been trying for the last four years to recruit you oversees, especially when your skill and antics with John in basic training caught wind, and soon everyone in the military was aware that unfortunately, there was a second Price, and she was just as good and as unorthodox as her idiot older brother.

After being injured in your last tour in Afghanistan with the British Army, you decided that now, you'd take her up on her offer, and transfer to the US branch of the SAS, the Special Ops unit.

She was overjoyed, of course, and a meeting with General Shepherd was set up as soon as humanly possible.

You hugged her as you greeted her, the woman becoming closer to you over the years she's checked in on you. You'd come to know her well, and honestly, it seemed like the only reason John finally gave in to this move was because he knew Kate would be responsible for you.

Taking a seat at the round table, John sat next to you, while Laswell opened the laptop to a waiting General.

"Kate? You read me?" His voice crackled on the stream.

"Loud and clear, General." She replied.

"Good." He nodded. "Hello again, Captain Price."

"General." John tipped his hat.

"And a pleasure to meet you, Sergeant Price." Shepherd greeted you.

"The pleasure is all mine, sir. Thank you for agreeing to this opportunity for me."

He waved you off with a chuckle, "As I understand it, we're the ones receiving the favour. I've read your file...you're incredibly skilled, Sergeant. I believe you'll fit in well with the team here."

"Thank you, sir."

You felt yourself blush at the praise. General Shepherd was one of the most esteemed men in the CIA, and to be complimented by him on your skill, well that was fucking awesome.

John nudged your shoulder with his, a grin of pride spread across his lips.

"However, you will still undergo training here. We have one of my best soldiers waiting for you, and you will begin training as soon as you're settled in. He will show you everything you need to know about being in Special Ops."

"Yes, sir. I can't wait to get started."

Shepherd nodded, and began to address Kate about an unrelated topic for a few moments, in which John took the opportunity to lean close and whisper.

"Don't get too in your head about Shepherd." He said, "He can be an absolute mard-arse, but don't take it personally."

"What, you don't like him?"

"Meh," John shrugged, "Worked with him on several occasions, he can just be...difficult. But ya gonna be fine, little bug. Just show him what ya got."

"Yeah."

It was Kate's turn to address you, then, pushing a small brown folder towards you. Picking it up, you flipped it open. Greeting you on the first page was a form to sign.

"Now this is just a basic consent form for your details to be shared within the team. Obviously, for reasons I'm sure we all know, we tend to keep your records as protected as possible, so we just need you to sign this to ensure you consent to your team knowing you."

You nodded, scrawling your signature on the black dotted line at the bottom of the page, before sliding the form back to her.

Next, was a profile page.

SAC Sergeant Alex Keller.

Age: 28.

Alias(es): Echo 3-1.

Specialisation(s): Close-quarter combat, knife combat, counter terrorism.

As you read over his file, you looked at the picture; sandy brown hair, blue eyes, moustache and beard groomed to perfection. Tattoos running down both arms.

Jesus, this man was gorgeous.

"Hey," You nudged John, "His moustache is almost better than yours."

"Fuck off is it-" He grumbled, rolling his eyes as he barely gave it a glance. "Ya such a cow, (Y/N)."

You couldn't help but laugh, hand over your mouth in an effort to preserve your professionalism.

"So, this'll be the guy training me?"

"Affirmative, sergeant. He is part of our Echo 3 team, the team you will temporarily join until we decide where you are best fit." Shepherd spoke.

"We are hoping to eventually form the secondary Echo team, Echo 6. With you being the first recruited for this project, you will be known as Echo 6-2, despite starting on the 3 team." Laswell said.

"Understood. Counter terrorism...there something going on?" You questioned.

"There always is." Shepherd answered. "Gotta be prepared for worst-case scenarios in this work, and our teams need you, Sergeant."

Both Laswell and Shepherd then continued to update the two of you on the current war on terror, the main enemies, problems, all general military things that you'd gotten used to hearing about in your years of service thus far.

"Now, the only thing left to address is your medical."

"Sir?" You said, eyebrows furrowed."

"Don't worry, you passed. But my medic team here are still feeling some concern over the injuries you sustained in your last deployment in Afghanistan."

"Oh."

"She's alright, General." John defended you.

"Are you, (Y/N)?"

You thought for a moment. Sure, the scar was still fresh on your torso, sometimes it hurt to lift heavier things than it usually did, sometimes it burned as you relived the memory. But taking the job with Special Ops was supposed to help you move on, not hold you back.

"I am, sir. I've been working hard here and I feel I'm in a place where I can move on from this. The injury will not hold me back, and I've recovered well."

"Good. That's exactly the answer I was hoping for. Welcome to the United States Special Operations Unit, Sergeant Price. I'll be there to formally greet you on your arrival."

With that, General Shepherd signed off, and the room settled into silence.

"Well, shit." You laughed.

Laswell joined you, pulling you to stand and wrapping her arms around you tightly, "I'm so proud of you, honey. You're going to be incredible."

"Thanks, ma."

You pulled away, locking eyes with John over Laswell's shoulder. She moved away to pack her things, allowing him to step into her place, wrapping his arms around you.

It didn't take long for you to bid goodbyes to the others around the base that you'd gotten to know well, albeit a few tears were shed. You were leaving behind the only family you had, after all.

"Gonna miss you." You mumbled into John's chest.

"I'll miss ya too, little bug. But don't worry, I'll call ya every chance I can, and Laswell's already given me your new address so I can send ya stuff."

"You don't have to do that-"

"Oh shut up before I change my mind."

You smiled sadly, squeezing him once more, "Thanks, John. Keep rockin' that bucket hat for me, yeah?"

With one last hug, he let you go, pushing you towards Kate.

You trudged over the car park, few solemn tears slipping from your eyes as you got closer and closer to your new life.

"I'll see you on the other side, Captain." You whispered, before turning and stepping into Kate's awaiting vehicle.

A whistle stopped you in your tracks, and as you turned back to face your brother, you let out a sob. Looking back at you was John, middle finger in the air.

I love you.

You smiled, returning the gesture, before climbing into the car, and watching as the figure of him got smaller and smaller as you drove away.

Missing John was going to damn-near kill you, but the anxious excitement that bubbled within you was increasing as you got closer to your new adventure. You couldn't help but feel like your life was about to change forever.

And hopefully, that was a good thing.

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