#ghost riley cod

[moongumi]

⁀➷ ∵  ❝ nice warm bed you've got there, ghost¹ ❞

⟶ simon 'ghost' riley x reader

⟶ cw. sleepy!ghost, fem!reader, flirting, established flirtationship, kissing, lots of kissing, grinding, ghost calls you kid + more (nothing too sexy yet only a tiny bit of smut but more like descriptions nothing that isn't listed)

⟶ note. not edited, written out of pure thirst

drained and sore from the mission you had jumped in the shower quickly before anyone could take the chance. the other guys rested in the rv waiting for their turn. they pretty much start to stink up the entire place with the smell of masculine musk and spoiled mud.

right when you're done, vargas decides it was his turn before anyone else could utter a word. he nudges your shoulder in the small space as you tried to dry your wet hair with towel, its freakin' dark so you assume he was just being clumsy. he mutters a quick, "sorry", before slipping away in the tiny cubicle.

your arms raised in your tank top and shorts you rub the towel into your head as you walk towards the front of the rv.

soap clears his throat, sitting on the dining table set. across him is ghost, they take up the entire space with their large width so you'd have to get past them towers the bench-like couch to have a place to sit.

soap notices you right away and kicks his feet ahead. ghost snaps his head but notices soap's head nudging behind him. "do yourself a favour, try not to look."

ghost's eyes dart to the right behind his textured mask, seeing your shadow before yourself. "yea, i'm tryin', mate."

you make your way past a very stiff-necked ghost and soap who gives you a sheepish grin. you notice their files of documents and photographs littered all over the worktop. even after hours they can't seem to stop working. soap gives ghost a smack on the shoulder and leaves.

ghost relaxes slightly when his head down form notices you've left as there were no lingering shadows covering up the reflection of the moonlight from that side.

that is until he feels hands on his shoulder and a heavy weight pushes them downwards. "you still trying?" your soft voice pierces his ears and he jumps.

he rolls his eyes, throwing his head into his palm. "shut up kid."

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"alright, pick bunks." soap sees you already on a top bunk over the top of a queen bed that sits at the end of the rv. "i see you've already chosen."

"yep." you pop your lips and continue to click on your nintendo switch, cooling off. completely ignoring the rest as they pick bunks.

soap and ghost end up under you whilst the others have opted to either stay awake, drive or sleep on those bench-couches that turned into beds.

you decide to sleep for a while. comfortably until.

ghost feels a weight on his bed, it definitely wasn't soap. his eyes open to see you climbing down off your bunk and dropping into his, your tank rolling up as you did. your entire weight drops on his bed and crinkle the duvet, his eyes half open looking at you. "what you doin'?"

"what do you think?"

ghost groans groggily, waving you off, "you can't do that. not right now."

"soaps not here." ghost looks to his side, you're right. "the others are out, we stopped at a station. they're getting food and water." your straddle the lower part of his leg slightly, dropping your weight slowly on him–he feels the heat off your bare legs on his sweats.

ghosts eyes barely open and he sits up to look at the window seeing the shop and station as you say. somehow he didn't even wake up whilst the others made their move. he rubs his eyes through his balaclava. you wondered if he even showered as the black paint kind of still lingered around his eyelids, the only part you really get to see of his face.

"you still wear your mask when you sleep, hm?"

ghost groans, pointing at you with a jut of his chin. "you do too."

you click your tongue pointing at yours, "mines different." you did wear a mask on duty like him just not as artistic. but you wear a medical mask otherwise, it was easier to breathe and covered you up, hiding your identity well enough.

ghost leans his weight on his hands. he sat up slightly. you make your way onto his lap, he didn't even resist only cocking his head at your every move. he sees the way you're looking at him. eyes half open, lashes heavy, maybe because you also just woke up but hell, you were giving him some sort of intentional look.

"let me kiss you," you whispered, words slathered with lust. it was one of the last things he expected, but who was he kidding the others are out and the tension between you two was strong enough at other times–alone, was different.

he shakes his head, trying to be the better person. "no, come on. they'll be back before you know it."

"they just left." you're fingers are tickling at the base of his neck, peeling his mask slightly. he only eyes you back, half-lidded too–his pretty eyes make the core of your ache warm up. "ghost, please."

your fingers are slip under his mask, feeling his warm skin, lifting it up more. it reaches his chin, and you feel the roughness of his recently shaven beard. he swallows hard, breathing heavily at your touch.

his head straightens and his fingers reach yours to stop you. "hey."

"what?" you groan, "don't pretend you don't want it."

he doesn't pretend. he can't. you're sat on his lap with your tiny shorts rolled up your ass, your shirt exposing your waist and everything. it's rare to see you so exposed, just your fucking arms and legs made him horny, fucks sake. he'd been so deprived.

his eyes flicker between your eyes and where your lips would be behind that mask. his fingers left yours alone and he reaches for the loops around your ears, his rough fingers yet soft touch pulls them off. even in the dark, it's hard to see your face, maybe that was a good thing, neither of you really knew what each other looked like. it seemed a lot more exciting this way.

you take that as a green light. dragging his mask over his nose and pressing your lips against his quickly, so he couldn't stop you anymore–he can't just draw it out longer, the chase. you angled your head, molding into his bottom lip. his lips part and he deepens the kiss, a low grovel ringing from his throat. his tongue slips past your swollen lips with ease, with no resistance. he explores it, pressing his tongue and curling it to the roof of your mouth, tasting all of you.

you moan, whimpering into his mouth. rolling your hips naturally into his lap that allows you to feel his growing bulge. he thrusts his hips as well. who knows the last time the man got action and fuck, he wanted it now.

his eyes are shut under his halfed-mask, you keep switching angles as if it could get you any closer to the extremely attractive older man. you felt like you saw something in the corner of your eyes for a split second, and when you open your eyes fully you can see the other men through the sheer curtained window returning with bags of snacks, drinks, and food and you pull away with a gasp. "fuck."

ghost returns to his senses and looks in that direction. "fuck." he watches as you jumbled as you jumped off him. only watching in amusement. "good night." pressing your bare feet against the covers by him and getting back into your bunk above him.

ghost's deep chuckle makes the pits of your belly warm, "good night, kid."

end note: i miss ghost daddy ok? im thirsting and FROTHING FOR THIS MAN. i really wanna write a full fic like oc and all but i literally dunno shit about military n america LOL. but i will be writing more, but THE MASK STAYS ON. hopefully no fanboys run into this n get all pissy <3 idk how people feel about being called kid by a guy you're tryna fuck but : ) soz

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JUST GONNA PUT THIS HERE

Nobody:

Absolutely Nobody:

Ghost: *Singing to the tune of; “My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard.”

“My thick thick thighs bring all the simps to the yard.”

“My skull mask is better than yours.”

“My forearms are thicker than yours.”

*whispers* “My dick pics are better than yours.”

“My accent is sexier than yours.”

“My tattoos are edgier than yours.”

Add Ons From Reblogs:

“My fan base is bigger than yours"

“My outfits are better than yours.”

*whispers* “My dick works better than yours.”

Feel free to reblog and add to the lyrics lmfao 🤣

Blame @sleepyconfusedpotato Our routine simping session took a turn when we started talking about his thick thick thighs 🤣🤣🤣

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Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2022) - Reveal Trailer

[gidchell420]

✨some call of duty textpost memes✨

(all made by me)

[a-gromova]

Exodus

[cerosin-bis]

My man was on screen for like FOUR SECONDS and I immediately fucking drew him I am completely normal about this (twitter)

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

💰🐈 Captain Price and Greg the Cat! 💰🐈

This is based on my head cannon that Price is a cat dad. He owns a calico cat named Greg.

Greg's 4 years old. He's sassy just like his dad.

Price found a stray calico cat that likes to roam around the base in Britain. He's actually just a cat that lives on the base. Overtime, the cat just keeps following Price without reason (Soap secretly put a catnip on him), and Price decides to keep him.

Greg likes to jump on Price's head and lay on his shoulder when he's working on some paper works. He has a bed on Price's office.

(I made Greg a calico cat because I feel like calico's black and orange patches are similar to military camo patterns).

Price named him Greg as in a name for regular dude. At times, Price would use him as an excuse to escape a conversation. "Sorry lads, I got an appointment with Greg." "Gotta bounce, mate. I gotta find Greg." "Greg's mad at me."

I guess I've made a 141 + animals universe (★‿★)

[smitten-nelle]

DONT REPOST, REBLOG INSTEAD

I'M STILL WJFJWJJCJSICJ. OVER ROACH FINALLY BEING ADDED IN CODM PLS WJXJWJJXJWCW

SO HAVE THIS CAUSE MY SON IS HERE 💛💛💛

(I know they just recycled an old skin from the games but honestly??? I'm fine w/ it JWJFJWJDJWJFJEJD roach was done dirty but hey at least my son has arrived)

[skylovesducks]

Good job mate

I really felt the need to draw our two boys. It's been a really long time... ✨

I really really can’t wait to see them together in the mw II story (≧◡≦) ♡

Yea that’s it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[sintoxic]

Ayo bro. 😂😭

This part is SENDING me though.

[scumbagg]

Ghost

[gc204hann]

Imma just- put this right here