#ghost/roach

[mactavishenjoyer]

Roach, with heart eyes:"I love my wife."

Riley, also with heart eyes :"I love my wife too"

Mactavish:"Stop fraternizing on the field!"

[toomanywordsnllines]

Hello I am alive (college is literally trying to kill me) However I bring some GRS with a baby!! Because it's been plaguing my mine like a grape on a microwave

[un1uckyban]

I miss Ghost/Roach shippers. Pls come back. Ghost/Soap is cool and all but I miss the good ol days of Ghost and Roach dancing around each other while Soap tries to gently encourage them together and Price is the absentee father who occasionally drops in for missions and that’s it and OBVIOUSLY Shepherd never happens. Meat, Royce, Toad, Archer, etc. as the amazing chorus of the train wreck that is Ghost/Roach’s romance.

Such different yet lovely times ♥️♥️♥️

[thatgoblin]

COD Feral Reader Drabble 1

Y/N: *slowly reaches up from squatting behind the counter to try to grab Price's coffee while he's busy talking to Laswell on the phone*

Johnny: *watches with Gaz, both taking bets to see how long it takes for Price to do something about it*

Ghost: *Is napping in a hammock with Roach on top of him*

Y/N: *slithers their hand towards the cup, eyes wide and pupils blown like a cat*

Price: *picks up the cup before it's snagged and walks away*

Y/N: *whines and pouts, chittering in irritation*

Price: *walks back in to set the cup down and walks over to Soap and Gaz* What are you two up to?

Soap: *keeps watching behind him* Just waitin'.

Y/N: *snags the cup with pleased squeaks only to find it empty, flopping onto the floor with a sad moan*

Price: I drank it all nearly an hour ago, but they needed to be kept busy so I let them think it was full.

Gaz: *snickers* Positively an evil genius.

Masterlist

Taglist: @birdstoprey @sebbytheraccoon @pricescigar @alwaysshallow @sae1kie @sleepydang @lexi-zsy09 @ghostlywhiskey @ghosts-cyphera @poohkie90 @neothewitch @shadofireshinobi @sadslasher13 @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @xaestheticalien

[electricchaser]

I was dragged by the ankle into the COD fandom and I’m absolutely in love with these two so have this

[alidravana]

Fandom: Call of Duty Ghosts & Modern Warfare

Pairing: Logan Walker/Keegan P Russ, Hesh Walker/Kick, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Length/Rating: <2.5K, Ch. 1/15?

Tags: Post-Canon, Crossover, Kidnapping, Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Gunshot Wounds, Chronic Pain, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, All the Whump, Found Family, Recovery, Intimacy, Other Tags to be Added

Summary:

"Dad taught us many things, but one lesson always stood out... Good men are defined by the choices they make. Logan and I made a choice, a promise. To the fallen Ghosts before us. To dad. We'd fight Rorke and we'd stop him... no matter the cost." — David "Hesh" Walker, during the opening credits of the Ghost Killer

Worn and broken, the Ghosts try to regain their strength after Logan is taken.

Because one thing is for certain. They are done losing Ghosts.

Here it is, the first chapter in my large WIP crossover that I keep talking about!

Due to the potentially triggering nature of several of these tags, I want to reassure the readers that I will highlight the related tags for the chapter at the start in the author notes, and if you have any concerns or questions, please do reach out. Tags will be added as we go (due to the nature of WIPs), although I have tried to include what I am expecting/what is ahead already.

Thanks to the wonderful @lisbetadair and @sugaredmayhem for all their editing assistance thus far, and to the Ghosts discord for all the encouragement.

Check it out here on A03!

[exhaustedandlostit]

SO I wrote it. Here’s the first chapter. Ill tag the one person that reblogged in the comments

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, John Price (Call of Duty), John "Soap" MacTavish Additional Tags: ghost and roach LIVE, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst, gay angst, they get to go live in the country side, Love Confessions, the vibe of a slowburn but im impatient, Simon "Ghost" Riley is Bad At Feelings, Simon "Ghost" Riley Needs a Hug, Gary "Roach" Sanderson Needs a Hug, no beta we die like men Summary:

Shepherd tries to tie up loose ends but is foiled by Roach's not so secret love for Ghost and Ghost's undying need to protect those he cares about. They hide from the bad guys in the countryside and live their little cottagecore lives.

Also they're both bad at feelings.

[onlycodcanjudgeme]

Fandom: Modern Warfare

Summary:

Roach had always had feelings for Ghost. He never told anyone though, he was afraid. The last guy that even hinted he liked Ghost and left the next day, never returning. Roach would rather be friends than nothing. Besides, Ghost could never return those feelings or like him in any way other than friends.

Original Post Date: 2015-09-12

One of the largest Ghost/Roach fics out there, Frayed Edges, written by GhostAssassin141 (BleachFox)!

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Ghost: I cut my finger Y/N: I can kiss it so it'll get better Ghost: That works? Y/N: Yeah my mum used to do it when I was little *later* Ghost: I need you to punch me in the mouth Roach: Fucking finally

[yooo-lets-go]

Can you maka a content of Roachs gallery lol

Love your style <3

It’s mostly blackmail material

[ickyyrus]

Hanging out☕️

[mactavishenjoyer]

Roach:"I'm not saying I want to eat someone."

Roach:"I'm just saying I wouldn't pass up the opportunity."

Soap:

Ghost:

Roach:"to understand the psychological affects first hand"

Roach:"wait oh my God, how do you think diet would affect the taste of the meat? Would a vegan or meat eater taste better?"

Soap:"should we get him a psych evaluation?"

Ghost:"already scheduled it."

[toomanywordsnllines]

Slides in frame in a silly lil pose (ノ‥)ノ

I am... in a gorgeous gorgeous creative slump~

So I gift you this lil doodle page I did, while experimenting with a new drawing program :3c

...can you see I have a favorite blorbo??? (cunty soap's hoodie belongs to ghost <3)

[khioneee]

tap out. pt ii.

warnings. mentions of death, emotional distress, grief and loss, pregnancy.

a few years later, another tap-out ceremony arrives, but this time, the air feels different—heavier, somber. simon’s been gone for over a year, his deployment unexpectedly extended due to an incident overseas. you��d been told he couldn’t come home for a while, but that didn’t make the waiting any easier.

today, you stand among families who aren’t just here to tap out their loved ones but to say goodbye to those who didn’t make it home. tears stream down faces as loved ones gather around caskets, grieving the soldiers they’d lost. the sight fills you with a mix of dread and relief, knowing simon is still out there, waiting.

simon stands in formation, rigid as always, but he has a sense for you. before you even appear in his line of sight, he knows you’re near. but imagine his surprise when he catches a glimpse of you in his peripheral vision, a small bundle wrapped securely in your arms.

his heart hammers in his chest, quickening as he realizes what this means. his breath catches, his eyes fixed on you as you approach. you look up at him, your eyes sparkling, a knowing smile on your face as you watch the subtle changes in his expression—the slight twitch of his eyebrows, the way his breathing picks up as it dawns on him.

both of you had been trying for a baby before he left, and now, standing before him, you hold that precious life in your arms. it had been a struggle going through pregnancy without him, feeling his absence during every kick and every sleepless night. but seeing him now, looking more than ready to meet your child, all the pain fades away, replaced by a joy so profound it fills every inch of you.

‘daddy’s home,’ you whisper softly, tilting the blanket so simon can see her tiny face, fast asleep, a perfect mirror of him in miniature. she’s got his nose, his quiet strength already etched into her tiny features.

with tears in your eyes, you reach up, your hand finding his cheek, tapping him out in the gentlest of touches.

the moment your hand connects, simon moves, breaking formation as he pulls both of you into his arms, holding you close as if he’ll never let go. his voice is thick with emotion, barely a whisper as he murmurs, ‘my loves.’

you knew your husband had a reputation in the military—a man as cold and unyielding as steel, a fortress no one could break. but as he held you and your newborn in his arms, that carefully built facade cracked, revealing a vulnerable side of him that only you ever saw. the tough soldier was gone, replaced by a man whose heart lay entirely with his family.

‘do you want to hold her?’ you ask softly, watching his eyes light up with a blend of surprise and joy.

‘her?’ he whispers, voice catching on the single word, as if it’s almost too much for him to believe.

you nod, smiling through a haze of happy tears. ‘her.’

with slow, reverent movements, you pass your daughter to him, watching as she looks impossibly tiny cradled in his strong arms. simon looks down at her with a mixture of wonder and fierce protectiveness, as though he’s already memorizing every detail of her face.

as if sensing her father’s gaze, the baby yawns, a soft little sound that makes simon’s eyes shine with awe. you catch the faintest smile pulling at his lips, a rare, tender expression that he reserves only for moments like this.

he leans down, pressing his lips gently to her forehead. ‘never gonna let anything happen to you,’ he murmurs, voice thick with love and quiet promise.

while simon was lost in his quiet moment with your daughter, a loud shout cut through the air, breaking the peaceful silence.

‘is that our baby i see?!’

simon’s head snapped up, his expression immediately shifting to something harder. he turned to see soap grinning widely, practically bouncing with excitement. with a sigh, simon reached over and smacked the back of soap’s head, though his movements were careful not to jostle the sleeping baby in his arms.

‘there’s people grieving, you idiot,’ simon muttered, but soap only snickered, completely unfazed.

‘and what do you mean, ‘our’? she’s y/n’s and mine. you’re not part of this relationship, mate,’ simon added, his tone dripping with mock irritation.

but soap, undeterred, just ignored him and held out his hands, wiggling his fingers in a display of exaggerated excitement. ‘oh, come on! let me hold our child!’

simon groaned, looking down at you with a glance that seemed to ask, ‘do i really have to put up with this?’ but he couldn’t hide the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as soap’s enthusiasm filled the air around you.

reluctantly, and with another sigh, simon finally leaned over, carefully passing your daughter to soap, though not without a low, ‘if you don’t keep her calm, you’re not holding her again.’

soap just grinned, taking her into his arms as if he’d won the lottery, cradling her gently and cooing softly.

soon after, the rest of task force 141 gathered around, drawn by the excitement, each member eager to catch a glimpse of the new addition to the family.

you and simon stood to the side, watching with cautious eyes as they took turns holding her, each one adopting a careful gentleness you wouldn’t have expected from hardened soldiers.

price held her with a proud grin, murmuring something about ‘training her to be the next captain,’ while gaz made her giggle softly with his gentle cooing. even the usually reserved roach softened as he held her, a rare smile tugging at his lips.

you glanced up at simon, watching his face as he stood beside you, arms crossed in a show of casual indifference.

but you knew him too well. beneath the mask of stoicism, there was something warmer, a subtle softness in his gaze as he watched his team, his family, sharing this moment with him. this gruff, unbreakable soldier, who had once thought he’d lost everything, had found a new family among them, one that shared in his joys and sorrows alike.

reaching over, you took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. he didn’t say anything, just gave your hand a quick squeeze in return, a quiet acknowledgment. but you could see it in his eyes, that gratitude for a family he never expected to find—a family that had now become part of yours.

[amikoroyaiart]

Caught in 4k

[hai-nae]

😠.