#ghost/roach

[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

[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."

[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

[hirik0]

Catch me if you can part 3

Ghost/Roach

That Roach and Rudy live in the same building was pure coincident, like their friendship and that apperantly they can still stand each after working together for up to 8 hours in the offuce. They agreed on a no cricket outside of work rule and a big part in this friendship is that they are both unhealty opssed with a celebrity so they bound because of that. Roach with no prior knowledge of water polo now knows everythink about the mexican Waterpolo star Alejandro Vargas and water polo thanks to Rudy and Rudy, can give a list of movies and TV shows Simon Riley played in with roll and in chronological order. So they spend a lot of time inside, either to watch water polo matches or thinks with Simon Riley in them. Roach even bought a magazine ones because Vargas was on it modeling swimwear for men. This weekend is no exepsion in the back ground water polo is playing while the two are cooking together. Them rewatching the match because of time zones. Roach is cutting the vegtables while Rudy is reading over the curry recepy they are trying.

"Sounds easy enough", Rudy says, both of them not that skilled cooks, but it is improving since they decided to always cook something for the weekend. He starts to wash the rice, the comentary of the game interupped by the constant chop, of Roach failing to cut the vegetabels in to even pieces. He shrugs, when there are no gigantic pieces left, that must be good enough. The vegetable are put in a bwol thats placed next to the stove top so Rudy can put them in the pan. Roach eyes the collection of diffrent spices and herbs, that are filling the counter. They never used that many spices and herbs before or roasted them themselves, so this is the point where everything can go wrong. Do to Raoch beeing terrible with frying anything, hes way better at meals that go into the stove its Rudys job to brown the vegetables as well.

"What you thing about working together with Valeria Graza?", Roach asks, while Rudy is purring oil in the scillet. He shrugs, becasue what is there really to say, they will work with her for two weeks and they dont know her, besids her remark in the e-mail that rubbed them the wrong way.

"You up to playing videogames later?", Rudy is asking while pushing the vegetable around in the skillet to make sure they evenly brown.

"Wanted to go for a walk after lunch, after that sure", Roach answers putting the empty bowl in the sink. Rudy nods, putting the last of the veggies in the bowl, before he puts the onions in to caramelise, what ever that means. After pushing the onions around for a while he puts all the spices in the scilet before putting the broth and tomatos and vegtables in. They both look at the recipe again before hopeing for the best and Rudy sarting to cook the rice. The smell of their try on curry is filling the kitchen and it smeels delicous.

"I guess you did that really good", Roach is praising when Rudy is covering the skillet so the dish can finish.

"I think too, but im still sceptical you can handle the spice.", Rudy agrees but cant keep the teasing out after Roach struggelt with eating something that had one chilli in it. Roach punshes him against the arm rolling his eyes annoyed, this was one time and he infact is able to eat all more spicy dishes they cooked. Rudy laughs at this, knowing that Roach will give him shit for breaking the copie mashien at work, what was not his fault in the first place. The commentator is annoncing that Alejandro Vargas team is about to start its match of the day and Rudy autimaticly looks towards TV, trying to get a glance on his favorite player.

"Today with out Vargas, how has to be benched for medical reasons" It comes out of the TV and Rudy frowns, when he checked all the social media apps, everythink looked fine. Roach gives him a sympethatic smile if he was obsessed with an athlet he also would be disapointed if they would not show up.

[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.

[konigssluttywaist]

Dare i say I’m taking requests for cod shit send in request for stables ficlets etc etc!!!

[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

[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)

[mactavishenjoyer]

Soap: "you ever think about how we are doomed? It's so unlikely we will all survive our service. We basically made sure one of us will experience heartbreak and there is nothing we can do cuz we can't just quit. All we know is war."

Roach:"what the actual fuck? Who hurt you today?"

Ghost:"THIS is your after fuck talk?"

Soap:"I'm just saying."

Ghost:"nah cuz why you trying to give me two existential crises?"

[yooo-lets-go]

Wish you were here

[ickyyrus]

Hanging out☕️

[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.