#mw3

[clay-mations]

Drew some Soap and Ghost :3

Perhaps someday I’ll render them (probably not)

[spiltspit]

Keeping it tactical ✔️

[boodarko]

the 24 karat gold labubu saved johnny (canon ending)

[fludderpy]

Soap’s boots barely made a sound as he walked down the hallway of the safehouse. The corridor was dimly lit, with only a soft glow spilling out from the slightly open bathroom door.

“Morning, LT. I’m heading to the others, you comin'?” he asked as he passed by the door.

“Morning. I’ll join you in 10. After the mess from last night, I need a fucking shower first...” Ghost replied.

“Alright” Soap said as his gaze shifted to the crack in the door that his Lieutenant had probably left open by accident.

A moment.

Ghost stood in the shower, his back to the door. Water ran in long streams down his body. The overhead light illuminated the scars on his skin, each one a testament to battles fought and survived, like pages from a war diary.

Soap had seen him naked countless times—changing, patching wounds, washing off the grime of missions.

Get a grip, Johnny. It’s just Ghost. It’s always been Ghost.

But this time, it felt... different.

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[naditwombly]

"Can i have your sweater LT?"

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[skulldetergent]

ghoap height difference appreciation post✨️

[yuriko240]

“johnny?”

“who’s johnny?”

[temeyes]

biker ghost? biker ghost.

[emmster]

the true mw3 ending

[chamomiletealeaf]

Sending a video to Simon while he’s on deployment of you humping your body pillow in your cute lace baby blue panties with a little pink bow on the front, aka, his favorite pair, making sure he can see the now dark blue spot in them from soaking yourself.

You’re panting, squealing Simon’s name bouncing your ass on the pillow while you straddle it rubbing your twitching clit back and forth on it.

You have the camera positioned behind you to get a full view of your ass and pussy from behind and when you cum in your panties you make sure to arch your back so Simon can see how wet your orgasm made you.

He sees the video and immediately locks himself away in his bunk for the night, roughly fisting his cock over and over to you moaning his name, the soft jiggle of your ass and thighs, and the way your cunt just gushes for him like his own personal little cam girl.

God he can’t wait to get home.

[spiltspit]

I just think johnny could convince simon to wear a kilt

[yawnderu]

There's only 3 people Simon follows on social media. Gaz, Soap... and a pornstar he's been obsessed with for months.

He loves coming back from missions and seeing you promoting your new content on Twitter, always getting fucked by a different person— never the same man or woman twice.

He'd be lying if he said he doesn't think he can fuck you better than the men jackhammering into you without care, or the women who keep staring at the camera rather than focusing on your lovely body. He could do it so much better, stuffing your pretty cunt full of eight inches of thick, veiny meat.

Warm water runs down his body as he rubs his throbbing cock, calloused hands toying with the angry, red tip before he smears it all over his shaft, almost cumming at the wet sound that rings around the shower when he jerks off again.

His leaking precum sticks to his hand, begging him to keep going while he scrolls down your Twitter. Half-lidded brown eyes struggle to stay open when he sees a new photo of you, groaning at the way your bright smile overpowers the thick cum smeared all over your lovely tits, looking so proud of finishing another man off and getting marked.

His boner is almost painful at this point. He's sure his arm is going to get a cramp after this, but he's too far gone to care.

Simon's fantasies run wild as he keeps scrolling and liking your new content. He's barely lucid enough to register the newest video, looking at the skimpy clothing you're wearing being ripped off by an older man, cock thrusting into you wildly, almost punishingly. There's nothing more lovely than your expression when you get penetrated, wide eyes looking at the camera and pretty lips turned into an "o" shape before you smile, clearly enjoying every single inch of meat stuffed into your needy cunt.

“Fuck.” His hand works faster down his shaft, the familiar tight feeling in his heavy balls returning while he lets out a low moan. A tidal wave of euphoria hits him when his half-lidded brown eyes return to the video, muscles flexing and tensing up as he releases thick ropes of cum onto the floor, letting the water wash it away.

His hips buck uncontrollably as he squeezes the last drops of thick cum out of his cock with a couple of low groans, hand finally slowing down.

His muscles finally relax, chest rising up and down while he tries to recover from the intense orgasm. He can't help but look at the ropes of release being washed away, secretly hoping they were in you instead.

His phone vibrates in his hand, and he immediately looks at it with a raised eyebrow, breath catching in his throat when he reads the notification announcing that you follow him back.

Part II | Part III

[fludderpy]

They had more time than usual…. 🤭

(Find the full version here ✨🫶🏽)

[madsfrank]

Imagine Simon beating himself up over you…

It’s late at night in the barracks, the task force had almost lost you to a bullet wound embedded in your side, another hour without treatment and you would have been lost for good. You lie in your quarters, having been treated and given fluids that you needed to live, when suddenly you hear a heavy knocking at the metal door.

It’s Simon, his knuckles are bloody from hours using a punching bag without thinking, his mask halfway on his face to reveal him as a panting mess still sweaty with effort. With your permission, he cracks open the door halfway, just to stare out at you in the faint glow of the room.

“You can come in Si, I can’t see you like that.”

He shuts the door softly. Afraid to rouse you anymore from needed sleep. Once enveloped in the darkness you were using to rest, he is dragging himself over to you and leaning over your frame in a manner far too intense for you in such a state.

“Si? What’s wrong?”

As you reach your hand up to his masked jaw, he suddenly takes your wrist in a heavy grip and forces your hand on his cheek.

He says nothing yet, closing his eyes to the touch and letting his breathing slow as he reminds himself you are alive….he had lost himself in hours of training and needed to remind himself that the mission was not a total failure, you were alive.

He would prefer it if you punched him, let him know how foolish it was to let you slip away from him, let him know it was all his fault and—

Instead he settles for breathing you in, muttering that he’s glad you didn’t leave, but the muttering becomes more of a groan as you try to pull him to bed with you, mewling at your gentle touch.

He’d prefer not to be seen like this, but then why would he have come to your room, other than to fall into your embrace and remind himself he’s grounded.

As he lies with you, he tells himself that someday soon he’ll take the mask off, only for you. You’re the only one that can see him like this.

With that thought, he lets himself drift off with you.

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[cursednightingale]

IM MELTING

his soft little grip on Riley's paw🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[skulldetergent]

taskforce 141 as animals based on an old post of mine

☆ GHOST – wolf / black cat

☆ SOAP – border collie / honey badger

☆ PRICE – quokka / brown bear

☆ GAZ – seal / doberman