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Off-Putting!Simon Riley with a Reader that matches his freak
Off-Putting!Simon Riley that stares at you like youâre a figment of his imagination. youâre poking around in the kitchen making a quick lunch while Simonâs cleaning dishesâ well, he was. he paused when he felt the urge to look at you. heâs been lazily rinsing the same dish for two minutes, looking at you through his pale eyelashes as you quietly move about. he snaps out of it a minute later, your back is to him, but youâve felt his eyes on you the whole time, âYou can keep looking, Simon, just turn the faucet off.â
Off-Putting!Simon Riley that holds you a little too tight. his touch is always loving, but once in a while his blunt nails dig into your skin. small red marks from his fingers pads gripping the fat of your hips around the house left in his wake. in public heâll do the same, no regard for how it might look to others, his eyes are solely on you. and, oh, Simon adores when youâre affectionately rough with him. heâs taken to wearing t-shirts around you, faded teeth indents littering his biceps from when youâve felt the need to nip and gnaw at him
Off-Putting!Simon Riley that follows you around the grocery store, heâs been keeping a small distance - idly following you while passersby glance at him. you like it when he shadows you, standing at the edge of the aisle youâre in. he only comes up to you when a man approaches, the poor guy telling you he thereâs some âstrange manâ stalking you through the store. Simonâs suddenly beside you, dark eyes glaring at him as you smile, âOhâ thanks, this is my husband.â, you laugh, smitten when you look up at your Simon
#Simon making unsettling comments:#Reader: âTell me more babyâşď¸â#off-putting!ghost#off-putting!simon riley#ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost headcanons#ghost x you#ghost x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#cod#cod thoughts#call of duty#hit post
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class cancelled. see you online - professor!simon riley x professor!reader
In the early years when he first started, Simon didn't cancel class. It was kind of well known at that point. He'd rather spend the class chattering about his wife than cancel class, so imagine everyone's surprise when he sent out the collective email detailing that he was canceling class because his wife was in labor.
What.
He sent them the slides for the day and a previous recording from a while back, letting them know that class on Thursday would be on zoom â a link that he will post onto the class canvas eventually.
He signs off the email with a photo of the baby locked by a password hidden in the slides, and he replies to everyone's congratulations once you're back in the home. He ends up staying back to teach the rest of the term from home because he was taking care of the baby
It was something briefly mentioned on his rate my professor, detailing how Professor Riley had "Moved the rest of our semester online because he wanted to stay home and take care of his wife. How did the school allow this?" and "I for one loved the online classes and congrats to him for finally being a father â 5/5 for my semester tbh" but truth was while the rate my professors ratted him out, his students didn't mention that class was moved online at the time.
So, when he lets his class know that he'll be out for a couple of weeks and moving class online, everyone sends in their congratulations early, earning a furrow of his brows and a laugh from your lips as he reads his emails to you.
"They really read their RMP reviews huh?"
"Sure did. I didn't even mention it this time. I barely talk about our daughter." He hums, hand on your bump as the second kicks at it.
"Well, I think I walked in once or twice." You hum. "Besides, they like it online."
"I do too." He mumbles, pinching at his daughter's cheeks as she giggles. "But most people don't pick up enough when you teach online."
"That's true." You take the berry from your daughter's hand as she hands one to you and presses another to Simon's lips.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
She nods, eyes glued back onto the screen as you glance at the recent check-up results.
"You bet Johnny's gonna cancel class too?"
"Heard he already told his students."
"Crazy."
#i had to do mental prep to put the x reader tag for this one#âž.professor ghost#âž.blurbs#simon riley x reader#send an ask in if you wanna see the fake rmp i made for this. im not elaborating but I will show you#me casually dropping fic lore or smth#OH oh oh i forgot to mention. i read a blurb abt ghoap and prof soap by ghcstao3 abt johnny taking a day off for simon's bday n here we r
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do they go honk shu or honk mimimi or does soap's chest go honk honk like a clown's nose if you squeeze it
@youredyingthatsallthereis kirby caps soapghostroach has arrivedâźď¸
#call of duty#gary roach sanderson#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#captain mactavish#ghost cod#cod roach#cod#cod mw2#my art#soapghostroach#roachghost#ghostroach#soapghost#ghostsoap#soaproach#soap cant have a day of peacefully going to the toilet in the middle of the night#thanks for coming to the stream!! its a delight chatting with you#i need kirby's secrets to sleep NEOW#we all need it#i hope this blesses ppl to have a good night's sleep#me cackling during stream when i put the lil kirby faces on because it looked like a horrible knock-off until i pulled up references#may the spirit of soapghostroach be with you
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soap and ghost, after months of flirting, of having each otherâs backs and saving each otherâs lives, of knowing the other better than they know themselves, finally getting together
ghost letting himself free fall onto the bed, soap following, always following his lead. they barely pull apart enough to get their shirts over their heads, hands running over muscles and scars and holding close
soap kisses every new scar thatâs revealed to him, from the thick keloid divot over his ribs from some kind of puncture to the innumerable slashes and stitch wounds holding his torso together until heâs mouthing over his collarbones; the tips of his fingers lightly caressing the edges of his mask
ghost whoâs been so quiet, so overwhelmed by soapâs touch that all he can do is sink into him, panting gasping breaths, finally pushes out, âdonât ask me. pleaseâŚâ
soap freezes, mouth hovering over his skin. âghostâŚ?â
ghostâs face is tilted away, eyes held so tightly shut they tremor while the rest of his body stays lax beneath his. desperate. resigned. âplease donât ask me, johnny.â
soap lets his hand fall from the mask, coming to run soothing circles over his clothed hip. âwhy?â
âbecause iâll say yes,â he confesses and itâs great and terrible; a warning and a relinquishment laid at soapâs feet. âiâll always say yes to you.â
for a long moment, thereâs nothing but their shared breaths, nothing but their hearts beating for the other. until soap finally leans down to press a kiss to the corner of his hidden mouth; his lips meeting faint raised scar tissue he might never see
âiâll never ask.â
ghostâs eyes drift open and they catch on soapâs; on a sea of promise and fierce protection
âi swear⌠iâll never ask, ghost.â
#ghost who would take off his mask for johnny in a heartbeat and soap who would never let him take it off for anything but himself my belove#they proceed to have the softest most tender sex youve ever seen#im talking missionary chest to chest arms and legs wrapped so tightly all they can is rock#just god the love and the trust and the understanding#ghost knows hes not ready knows he would be violently uncomfortable the entire time#but would still put himself through it if thats what johnny wanted#and soap who would never ask him to sacrifice his comfort for something as insignificant as his own wants#like he would ever see that as a worthy reason#like he could ever find happiness in it knowing ghost was uncomfortable#heâll spend the rest of his life showing ghost he doesnt need to compromise his comfort or his coping mechanisms for him#coming out of my cage and ive been soing just fine.txt#john soap mactavish#soap cod#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#ghost x soap#weâre a team. ghost team#save post
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Rings I think the 141 would marry you with đ (I got the reference pictures off Pinterest. Don't come at me please.)
John Price is giving you a family heirloom. It's been in his family for forever, and it's passed down to the eldest child. And he's so glad to finally be able to use it.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is giving you one of these pretty ring sets. The kind that all stack together. He gives you part of it as your engagement ring, and you get the final pieces during your wedding ceremony.
John "Soap" MacTavish is getting you a matching set. He's so proud to be your husband, and he wants the world to know it. So of course his wedding band matches your wedding ring. And honestly? You wouldn't have it any other way.
Simon "Ghost" Riley is giving you something small and dainty. As much as he'd love to put a rock on your finger, he can't afford the risk. He wants you to be able to have plausible deniability, in case work follows him home.
#call of duty#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#john price#cod x reader#141 x reader#task force 141#got these pictures off pinterest. dont judge me. ive been thinking about this all day#also these are just examples. of course it would vary depending on your choice for rings too#my writing#just wanted to put my own take out there.
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obviously thereâs no way of telling when soap is standing far across from ghost when he pulls off his mask in las almas, when the lighting is dim and shadows fall over simonâs face.
but itâs all too easy to tell when soap finally gets his chance up close, when ghost finally decides to fully trust soap with such a vulnerability as taking off his mask.
it takes a moment for soap to notice the little divots of scarring, but when he doesâ
âyou had your eyebrow pierced?â
ghost blinks, obviously caught off guard. âmaybe.â
âandââ soap squints. ââyour nose? and on your lip, is thatââ
âiâm going to put the mask back on.â ghost begins to not-so subtly lean away.
âno, wait, simon, i justââ
he moves too fast for soap to stop him, and no matter how much soap pouts afterwards, ghost doesnât so much as budge.
so much for earning that trust.
#ghost moves to put his mask on like a cat staring at its owner right before it knocks something off a shelf#just wait until soap finds out about the Others(tm)#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghost x soap#ghoap
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Been fixating on a scenario where someone unmasks Ghost while he incapacitated and the 141 takes it extremely personally.
Except said someone is you.Â
So Ghost pays you back in full. Youâre not going to like how he interprets âan eye for an eyeâ.
He'd immediately know something was wrong when he came around.
The eye openings of the skull and balaclava are slightly askew. Just too far off to one side, so now there's an annoying tickle where one of his outer lashes snags on the maskâs material. The neck opening is untucked, leaving a tiny sliver of skin peaking through.
Ghost is not happy.
John, Soap, and Gaz would be equally incensed, offended over the slight on their Lieutenant. Taking advantage while a manâs down? It's completely dishonorable, it's bad form. Captain's mind is immediately made up on the matter, filled with a steely resolve.
Even if the damage was already done, itâll be a cold day in hell before you'd get away with it without repercussions. That's a promise. Gaz and Soap are both eager accomplices in Johnâs personal assignment. Soap is practically spittinâ heâs champing at the bit, English even more incompressible than usual.
They'd do what any good mate would. Bring the bastard in and hand him off to Ghost for some tender loving care. All âoff the booksâ, of course.
Johnâs not exactly going to be getting any thank-you cards from his Lieutenant in the meantime. Heâd keep him in the dark, practically locked-down on base while Laswell assesses the damage. Itâs for his own good, so heâll just have to bear it for now. But Johnâs sympathetic, knows how it feels to have to sit on your hands, idle. Ghost is caught in limbo, nothing much to do but seethe and muse about having a little chat with you.
Maybe he'd start off with the hands first, there are so many fine bones there, so many nerve-endings. It'd be fittin' since you can't keep your grubby 'ands to yârself. He'd make you regret not just shootinâ 'im and being done with it.
Obviously no one else at base knew anything happenedâbut the shift in the air was palpable. Fortunately, even the greenest recruits had enough of a sense of self preservation to steer clear of the Lieutenant.
There's not just anger, though. John shrewd enough to see it. Simon would never admit it, hell, he might not even be conscious of it, but the whole experience has left him feeling violated. Hardly more than a handful or seconds of vulnerably, is all it took.
Ghost would be bracing himself for the worst, waiting for the other shoe to drop. If his face isn't circulating already, it will be soon. Maybe they're holding out for an auction, might as well cash in. A lot of people would pay good money for the identity of 141's infamous second-in-command. Thereâs a chance theyâd come directly to them first, try to shake the 141 down in exchange for not releasing the photos.
Laswell wouldnât waste any time, ever since the initial incident sheâd have feelers out for newsâfor anything even tangentially related to Ghost or the 141. But it's been a week and there's absolutely nothing.
She also throws every resource at her disposal to locating you. The recon would take some doing, but she eventually sheâd get a good lead. John knew Laswell would deliver, is reliable.
Let's just say, you would not at all be what they expected. Itâd leave John with more questions than anything else, but he would deny being relieved. He might almost feel sorry for you, the dumb chit. Almost.
But actions have consequences and there's no un-ringing this bell.
Eh, if he knows Simon, in the end you'll be fineârelatively speaking. Not that he'd ever give you that solace. No, heâs not ashamed to say heâll like watching you squirm. It'd be a pretty sight.
Soap and Gaz were even more taken off-guard.
Gaz just lets out of a low whistle, brows rising high on his forehead.
"Shite. Dinnae âow we missed herâ", Soapâs eyes raked the screen.
"âthere's a lot tae miss." He couldn't stop himself from laughing before adding,
"Aye, this'll be a skoosh."
"...a what?"
Soap was right, the whole mission would go off without a hitch. Itâd be nearly anticlimactic.
You were a proper softie, any fight you put up while being shocked awake and tripping over your own bedding was so pitiful itâs endearing. Naturally, they were in and out in 2 minutes with practiced precision. But all the same, Gaz and Soap were eager to give you a good fright.
John would make sure to keep them in line. He'd make it clear from the jump that heâd only made allowance for some light manhandling of the bird. They'd not be taking any liberties. He'd leave that to Ghost's discretion.
It was a clean pick-up. You were plucked and bagged "to-go" without much fuss. Proper delivery drivers they were, brought you back to base in 30 minutes or less.
Laswell would be waiting in the wings, of course. Immediately following the departure, her people scour your flat. No stone was left unturned, every belonging you owned was gone through, systematically. Anything and everything capable of holding an electrical charge would be seized and forensically analyzed.
She confirmed what she already expected. You were no terrorist asset, had no connections to any unscrupulous business. No, you were some civilian who's biggest crime, Laswell estimated, was impulse control. That and film piracy. Still, sheâd personally double and triple check the findings before finally giving John the go ahead. Ghost was completely in the clear.
Itâd feel like whiplash, the relief would be almost dizzying. But even if any anxiety threat had dissipated, the anger was very much still there. Ghost is flooded with resentment for having any of it foisted on him by some nameless civvie.
Ghost was eerily still as he stared at you. You were a sight. You're underdressed, disheveled, frozen and wide-eyed, squeezed into a chair with several improvised polyester ratchet straps. The wide neon bands cut into the ample flesh meanly. Admittedly, it was probably excessive just to contain one fat bird, but no one can ever claim the lads don't take their job seriously.
The several seconds of quiet must have felt excruciatingly long for you. Gaz and Soap would share knowing grins where they were posted up off to the side, reclining against the wall.
Any surprise Ghost felt was completely hidden, his eyes drifted back to John.
"Sheâs all yours," John husked, ambling around you. "Your loose end", answering the unasked question.
Youâd flinch, head snapping between the two, desperately trying to keep eyes on the Captain before he disappeared over your shoulder, pulling fruitlessly at the restraints before your wild eyes darted back to Ghost.
That was all the confirmation he needed. Unbidden, any previous machinations started to reform in his mind.
He's really going to enjoy this.
#reader is still fat cause i said so#ramble#what even is this#fat fem reader#been putting off posting anything#writing is very hard#I'm slow af#kinda worried the last post goin off was a fluke#what's the difference between a drabble imagine and fic#what's pov#what's grammer#cod#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader
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CoD incorrect quotes
Gaz: uh... You need a hand there?
Soap buried next to a tree looking like a lost head: I'm fine.
Gaz: how did this happen?
Soap: LT said the plant I was carrying around wasn't replenishing enough of the oxygen I'm wasting.
Ghost: it's still not working.
#i think I'm just putting off my wip au haha#call of duty#simon ghost riley#cod ghost#cod mw2#john soap mactavish#ghost#kyle gaz garrick#CoD incorrect quotes#Tree#Soap wasting oxygen again
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The World We Knew
Chapter 1, Chapter 2: Take a Trip Down The Lane, Chapter 3,
Warnings: Cannon typical violence, Zombies, Zombie Death, mentions of family death
August ish, 2023. Time??? Location: outskirts of Navasota, Texas.
âGaz, you almost got it fixed, yeah?â The voice calls out making Gaz jolt. Too lost in his world to realize that his Captain was peering over his shoulder. Gaz has been working on it since Soap managed to nab it back when they were passing College Station. Soap got a massive earful from Ghost and Price considering he almost become zombie fodder.
âAye, sir, almost got it.â Itâs been driving Gaz mad for the last couple of days. The man has nearly lost his patience on it more times than he can count and thatâs saying something considering he has the patience of a mountain⌠sometimes. âBugger just wonâtââ
A muffled voice that slowly becomes clearer as the radio tunes into the signal. âOh and you wonât believe what I did today,â Gaz and Price freezes as they hear a womanâs voice on the radio. They share eye contact as they listen in. Hoping that itâs not a hoax or a figment of their imagination. âManaged to nab a blanket for once. Sometimes Texas is warm and other times isâ BZZZâ
âNo, no, no,â Gaz says as he angles the radio to try and listen to her speak again. Price sighs and claps a hand on Gazâs shoulder. A firm squeeze as he looks at his Sergeant. âIt works, Gaz,â he says as he looks at Gaz frantically trying to get it back. âGaz, hey,â Price says as he tries to get him to look at him. âKyle!â He yells and Gazâs shoulders slump.
âGaz, you got it to work. Weâve had it for weeks now without a single peep but you got it to work. Thatâs all that matters.â Cupping the back of Gazâs head with a light squeeze. âGo help Soap with a perimeter check. Let me see if I can take a crack at it, yeah?â He offers as he knows Gaz needs a break, giving him a tender kiss on the forehead. Gazâs shoulders relax and he mutters some reluctance before he stands and leaves. Price takes his spot and he rolls his shoulders. The stress of it all weighing just a bit more now that he knows the radio works. Itâs gonna plague Gaz for a while and Price needs his head on straight.
âAlright, letâs try it,â Price cracks his knuckles and works on it. Been almost a year since the world went to shit. Last year he was getting Soap and Ghost out of the military base in Las Almas and now heâs somewhere in Texas. They tried to convince Rudy and Ale to get on board with going with them to Fort Sam Houston. The Mexican Colonel was vehemently against leaving Las Almas even Rudy didnât think itâd be a good idea. Took Soap speaking to them and then finally Ghost putting his two cents in to convince. âSafer in numbers,â He remembers Ghost grunting out only for Ale to argue that he and Rudy are needed with the Los Vaqueros. As he works on the radio, he thinks back on what eventually set them down the path they are in.
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âIâm not leaving my men, not after what that cabrĂłn did.â Spitting on the ground as the fire from the tank that Graves was in is still going. Itâs been a couple days and thereâs already been reports of this disease. At first Price didnât want to believe it, hell, no one wanted to believe it. Man eating disease? Sounds like something out of a horror novel. âColonel Vargas, the sooner we get to that Fort the sooner we can bring back whatever cure they have to your men.â Price steps forward, eye level with Vargas, as his arms cross over his chest. Beard crinkling as his lip twitches.
âWe need all the help we can get and you and your Sergeant Major would expedite the process of that.â Vargas sighs, his hands on his hips as he turns to Rudy whose been silently listening. They speak fast in Spanish, both have different expressions as they talk it over to each other. Vargas mutter a curse, that one Price can understand, and Rudy then steps forward. âWe are needed here. We canât let Las Almas suffer, this is our home and we will stay. With or without a cure.â Rudy states and Vargas nods in agreement. Price sighs and a faint smile graces his face as Soap clasps a hand on Rudyâs shoulder with a âbe safe, hermanosâ in his Scottish accent.
Took a days time to gear up and pack the necessary essentials theyâd need. The whole world has been put on a pause and no planes go in and out especially when news came around that the President of the United Stateâs plane had sick people get on board. Secret service is still trying to find the rest of the plane since it nose dived somewhere in Philadelphia. Price only knew about the Fort from Laswell when she gave him a call. She didnât have much time to speak on the phone before it blacked out with the insistent beep of the call disconnecting. Didnât matter how many times he tried to call back.
When she last called she sounded out of breath like sheâd been running a marathon. Speaking fast with her words, âMâglad youâre safe, John. Itâs been hell here.â Shots firing in the background as he can hear screams, âPlace is a lil crowded for me right now but listen!â She pants as sends him the information to his phone with shaky hands. âFort Sam Houston is researching and performing experiments for a cure. Get there and keep the scientist safe. Fuck!â She curses as she now sounds far away. Someone is shooting again. He calls her name urgently but the phone disconnects as he punches the wall with a yell.
That phone call was 2 days ago. Soap still tried to convince Ale and Rudy but they held firm to their decision. The most Colonel Vargas could do was gift them a military vehicle and a decent number of guns, supplies, and preserves. A month. Should just take a week to get up there anyways. Provide protection for the scientists. Once theyâve made a cure then they can head back and then everything will hopefully go back to normal. That should be enough time to get up to the base and back. If everything goes smoothly that is.
Even though Price wanted to believe it even back then he knew that it would take more than a miracle for this to actually work but⌠He trusted Laswell, trusted her judgment with these things. He just wishes he could hear her speak again. He knows sheâs resourceful, sheâs probably with her wife right now hunkered down somewhere safe⌠hopefully.
âAre we ready?â Gaz calls out as Ghost loads up the last bag. Vargas was overseeing the load out to make sure they had everything for their mission, he even triple checked for them. Few sightings of the sick people have been roaming the streets. Mexico City is going dark as they get ready to head out as they speak. The Mexican military is deploying every able-bodied soldier at the moment and yet it isnât enough. Too many have gone radio silent. Vargas and some of the Los Vaqueros plan on scouting there to see whatâs going on as soon as the 141 leave. âLetâs load up!â Vargas yells as he hands Price a couple CDâs for the music player. Vargas may or may not have had that installed when he was tinkering with the vehicle weeks agoâŚ
âFigured you Britâsâ,â a quick Oi from Soap, âAND Scot,â an amused glint in his eyes as he winks, âwould prefer if I left some CDâs, si? Gives Soap enough time to work on his Spanish.â A Cheshire grin on the man as he leans an elbow against the door.
âFine by me, sâlong as Ghost ainât driving and Soap can fix up on his Spanish,â Gaz remarks and Ghost levels him with a glare. âGonna tell me Iâm wrong, Ghost? Soap told me how you drove getting out of Las Almas.â
âMy bad, next time Iâll put my blinker on,â Ghost grunts out sarcastically as Soap clasps a hand on Ghost shoulder with a belch of a laugh. Bantering back and forth as Price and Gaz sit in the front. Gaz acting as the map since the wifi has been acting stranger and stranger. A wave goodbye from the Colonel and the Sergeant Major as they drive off. A month. Thatâs all theyâll need and itâll go back to normal.
The days quickly turned into months. Barely crossing the border of Mexico into the US it started becoming one shit show after another. Far too many close calls that definitely made Price age more than he already is. The main roads were clogged with people trying to get in and out of of major cities. It was madness, the people were everywhere. Screams and yelling as people tried surviving. Rudy kept talking with the men from where he was in Las Almas. Their radio working pretty well considering the long distance. Rudy and Ale would talk and give regular updates day in and day out until it stopped. Soap tried everything to get the radio working, thinking that the wires were crossed or something but⌠to no avail. They couldnât even turn back considering how far they were, all they could do is push forward.
Ghost and Soap went through a rough patch, arguments and spitting curses in left and right. Ghost saying that they shouldnât go back because âchoices have consequencesâ only for Soap to angrily disagree. It took Gaz stepping in to act as a buffer while Price had to put his foot down on the matter.
âWe canât go back. We gotta keep moving, Johnny.â A sad look on Price as he places a hand on the Scottâs shoulder. Heâs knows Johnny will take the blame and guilt himself into thinking itâs his fault for not convincing Ale and Rudy better. Didnât help that when they stayed at an apartment complex someone stole their vehicle when they got pass Laredo, Texas. At least they had the weapons and supplies that Ale gave them in the apartment theyâre hunkering down in, small mercies.
Derailing most of the plan and making tensions so high that Ghost couldâve cut it with one of his knives. It got even worse when Gaz couldnât contact his mother anymore, barely a month in as the group walked more on foot from place to place. Gaz shut off completely for a week, not even Soap could ease him out of it. Took Ghost sitting next to Gaz on a warm night in an abandoned gas station for Gaz to finally cry it out. Ghost, never being one for soft words, held Gaz close to him, not saying a word but just being a comforting embrace for Gaz to fall into.
When they finally got a car it went a little smoother, Price scouted it at a JoeVs. He wonât talk about how he knows how to hotwire a car much to everyoneâs annoyance and amusement. Soap was able to get a few phone calls from his family until it just stopped coming altogether. Phone calls making a âWeâre sorry, the person you have dialed is not able to come to theâŚâ Soap could only hear it so many times before he threw his phone against the wall causing it to crack and break.
Soap leaned more on Gaz for help since he understands more about it. A silent comfort that they had each other to work through it. Ghost took on more of the load since he knew that Price couldnât carry all the weight. Especially since their Sergeants were going through it emotionally. Ghostâs only family was the men in the car so he didnât have much to worry or cry about. Price was an only kid and with parents already in the grave. They really only had each other to lean into, all of them did.
The team went through a list of names to call the sick during the quiet nights they had. It all came down to a vote for âZ-Fuckersâ since it was funnier hearing Soap callâem that in his Scottish accent.
âZ-Fuckers!â Soap said it experimentally and Gaz has to cover his mouth as he nearly choked on some beans. Ghost having to aggressively pat his back as even he started laughing. Price tried to be stern about being quiet but even he gave into it when Soap kept saying it. A lil calm in their storm, for once the night feels normal.
âItâs like that Romero movie, mâserious Gaz.â Soap grins as they sit next to each other in an office building theyâre hiding in. The other in different spots of the room as they chatter back and forth like itâs a normal 141 mission. The Z-fuckers, as Soap so lovingly calls them, are outside on the streets. Moaning and groaning as they search for something breathing and living to sink their nasty teeth into. As they were looking for a place to stay earlier, Ghost narrowly got bit when he pulled Price back from the exit only for Price to punch the shit out of the dead woman making her stumble. Gaz was quicker with stabbing her in the head and then the zombie went limp.
When they finally settled for the night Soap spoke up again to Gaz and then to the rest of the group. âItâs the brains. I dinnae think itâd be but it is.â Soap says outloud and Ghost agreed to it, âAim for the head.â Become the motto of the group.
Took 5 months in total, a few near misses, a couple of shit shows after the other, and finally theyâve made it to Fort Sam Houston.
âJesus Christ.â Gaz whistles out as he looks on the binoculars. âSore sight that���s for damn sure.â Soap makes a grabby hand motion and Gaz obliges him. Blue eyes widening as he looks to Price.
âYouâre out ya damn mind if ya think anyones livin.â Itâs definitely not a pretty sight. Too many deads, blood smeared on the outside walls of the building. Body parts on the ground. âPretty sure thatâs guts on a carâŚâ Like a horror show from the looks of it. Especially with the broken glass and some of the cars in the parking lot being overturned.
Arms crossed and jacket pulled tight as Price levels him with a look. âWeâve a mission, Sunshine. Donât tell me youâre nervous.â Soap snorts and keeps looking through the binoculars. âGhost, you see anything?â Turning to look up as Ghost is laying on a rundown car. His rifle in hand as he looks through the scope. His eyes flickering as he searches and looks for movement.
Price tilts his head expectantly, and finally Ghost speaks, âI see lot of z-fuckers roamin. Thereâs movement in the building, too fast for a Z so itâs possible but I canât get a clear view.â The older man nods and rolls his shoulders.
âAlright, letâs gear up.â A circle movement of the arm as heâs as satisfied as he can be with that answer. Not like they have a choice anyways.
They, thankfully, still have their comms and good enough gear on hand. Itâs not the best and Price wouldâve definitely lectured all of them if they were on a mission, but beggars canât be choosers. âSoap and I will take the first. You two will take second. Comm for assistance.â His voice naturally moving into the tone thatâs been honed over the years as Captain. âDonât get hurt and donât get killed.â He pats on Gazâs chest since heâs the closest. âDonât become a meal either.â Simple enough as is. Get in, find the scientists, and get out. Pretty clear cut. What could go wrong?
âPrice youâre gonna have to think of something! Gaz and I are about to get cornered!â Ghost yells into the comm as he quickly tries to find a room to try and hide him and Gaz in.
Ghost slams against the door and throws Gaz inside. Shutting it quickly as the screech of a dead alerts more to where they are. âFuck,â Ghost curses as he grabs whatever is heavy enough and barricades the door. The wood of the door being slammed against by the mindless drone of the zombies. He pants hard as presses a hand on the back of his head. His fingers flexing against his mask. His mind working overtime to think of a way out for the both of them.
His eyes searching for an exit as he spots a closet and windows. âCanât break it. Might be more out there..â muttering as he taps once and then twice on his comms but itâs no use. He slammed too hard against the door, it probably messed with his comms somehow. At least theyâre on the first floor. Far too many zombies on second that they had to turn back. Tapping the back of his head with his fist as he thinks of a strategy.
He pauses as he hears anxious muttering. Turning his head a lil he notices his Sergeant gripping his head. He takes a step closer, worried when he finally hears what Gaz is saying,â Weâre not gonna make it.â Gaz repeats it again and again.
âGazâ he says softly, trying to get his attention.
âOh god, oh god, oh god.â Heâs spiraling as he tries to breath. Tries to keep calm, heâs been trained for torture, trained to handle the extreme but this is different. Itâs a hopeless feeling being trapped in a room with no way out. He lost his gun when he tripped down the stairs. Ghost probably only has a clip left. Itâs hopeless.
âGarrick listen to m-â
âI didnât get to say goodbye to John or Johnny.â His hands shake as he tries and tries to breath. To calm down but he canât focus. His ankle hurts, itâs definitely sprained from when he fell down the stairs. He didnât mean to fall but a crippled zombie reached its hand through the bars of the rail and grabbed him. He doesnât think heâs ever seen Ghost so⌠scared when he called his name out as he killed the zombie when it crawled on him.
âKyle!â
His name being yelled is what pulls Kyle out of his spiral. The shuffling of fabric is heard as Kyle breaths in and out. The throb of his ankle momentarily fading as he turns and looks at Ghost. His eyes widen as Ghost isnât wearing his mask anymore. Itâs clenched in his gloved hand as he comes to Kyle.
âYouâre not gonna die. Its not gonna happen.â Ghost says it so sternly, so assuredly that Kyle stammers a response back.
âThereâs too many outside the door. Theyâre clawing to get in, Gh-â
âSimon.â
âW-what?â
âWant you to call me, Simon.â The bigger man says as he steps closer. His gloved hand reaching out and cupping his face as Kyle looks dumbfounded and confused. His breath hitching as he stares into Gho- no Simonâs eyes. Lost in thought as he looks at every crease, every little scar that Simon has. Has he always had such pretty brown eyes? âYouâre gonna hide in the closet and Iâll giveâem something to chew on.â He murmurs softly.
Something to chew on? What does that mean? Wait⌠he canât possibly be meaning what he thinks heâs meaning. That makes him tense as he shakes his head. âNo, no-â
âKyle,â he starts but he gets cut off fast.
âNo! Iâm not⌠I canât just⌠no!â He steps back but Simons hand grips him a bit harder. Months ago he wouldnât even think about yelling back to him but he doesnât care. Heâs not going to let Simon die. Not because of him. A battle of wills while the zombies growl outside the door.
âI love you.â
Kyles shoulders slack, his mouth parted slightly as his heart pounds from adrenaline and fear. Eyes glassing over as he says, ây-you what?â
âI know itâs taking me a while to say it. Iâm sorry but I do. I love youâ Simon looks down as he says it, like itâs a secret that wasnât supposed to be said but also a yearning to be spoken about. âIâve lost a lot. Iâve buried too many.â He laughs sadly, âMaybe Johnny was right that Iâd need to be put in these types of situations to say it.â
âBut Johnny, you love Johnny.â
âI do. Figured it out in Las Almas. Doesnât mean that I donât feel for you or⌠John.â Slowly pressing his forehead to Gaz. Ignoring the pounding hands of the dead on the door that could break at any minute if it wasnât for the desks in front of it. Simon looks at Gaz like heâs the only thing here. The only important thing in this room right here and now. âThe dead outside this door isnât gonna stop me from protecting whatâs mine.â
âWe can both hide. We canâŚâ he tries to offer, tries to think through the emotions bubbling up in his chest.
âKyle, youâve a brilliant mind. Best on par with John but you know as well as I that the dead wonât stop till they have something to sink their teeth into.â
âNo, no you canât just confess. You canât just tell me you love me and then die!â He yells and something fierce is in Gazâs eyes. âYou donât get to leave.â Hands reaching out and grips the collar of Simonâs shirt. The one that Johnny got for him when they were running through a Walmart. A determined look in his eyes and something even more as he glares at his Lieutenant, his Simon, his.
Planting his feet as he ignores the pain in his sprain. âYou donât get to die on me Simon Riley. Not now. Not ever.â Leaning up and kissing him as Simonâs eyes widen. Shaken up as he clearly wasnât expecting Kyle to kiss him or even reciprocate it. Maybe he also needed to be put in this situation to realize it as well that he loves Simon too.
âDeadâs be damned,â he breathes out as he knocks his forehead to Simonâs. âOur guys will get us. You know they will, donât try and die on me.â Nose brushing against each other. The cracking of the wooden door pulls them out of the moment. Simon stepping in front of Gaz fast as he widens his stance and grabs his gun. The barricade in front of the door wonât last long. Simon eyes the closet door and then behind him to Gaz.
âI have a clip left. I ca-â a loud sound outside makes the building shake and he can think of only one person that would make such a loud noise. Just as heâs about to laugh about the odds of who it is. A buzzing noise on Gazâs comm comes to life as Johnny is speaking hurriedly, like heâs running. Telling them that he and Price are making noise on the east side of the building and to head towards the exit.
âCome on, Kyle,â He places his mask in his pocket, moving the barricade from the door away. Quickly surveying the hallway before he moves and hauls Gazâs arm over his shoulder. âOur guys got us after all, huh?â His other hand gripping his gun as he keeps a constant watch. Determined to not let anything harm the two of them.
âWas there ever any doubt?â Kyle grunts out when some of his weight is on his sprained ankle. Ghost noticing as he nearly lifts him off the floor as his hand grips at his waist. Shouldering the weight of Gaz as they get out.
âMaybe a lil,â he grins and Kyle finds that he likes the way Simon grins. All teeth in it as he helps him out. Price is already providing cover fire as soon as they both make it to the exit. Soap coming around and helping Gaz so they can get away faster. The building becomes a distant dot and blur of a memory months later, maybe even a laugh at the odds and luck that Gaz has.
ââââââââââââââââââââ
Back to the present day as Price smiles softly while working on the radio. From that point on everyoneâs been closer, nearly losing Gaz and Ghost was a wakeup call that they all desperately needed. Theyâve had near misses but never like that. Never to the point where it felt like the end. Now no one goes anywhere without letting the group know and they have to have a buddy with them at all times. Itâs typically; Price and Gaz. Ghost and Soap. Sometimes theyâll switch up but theyâre always communicating. Hell, there communicating better than when they did when they were on mission.
Bzzzz⌠Crchhhh â-nally saw a deer again. That was nice. Last one I saw had bite marks on it. Really, really, hope it was a dog and not a dead fucker.â The mystery woman chuckles, and Price canât believe his luck. He calls hurriedly to the other men to come over as the woman keeps speaking. âWould kill for a burger from Whataburger, you think theyâll have the ingredients there? Man o man-â
âThe radios working?â Ghost says, stunned that itâs actually working. The radio keeps going as the woman keeps talking unaware of her listeners. âGaz and you finally got it to work. Guess I can stop railing on Soap for grabbing it.â
âKnew itâd work, ya just dinnae believe me, Si.â Elbowing the big man as Soap steps closer, âSounds like pretty lil âo bird. Gonna speak back, Captain?â Soap inquired as Price holds his finger over the button to speak. For once Price feels⌠nervous. The first human voice in nearly a year and heâs unsure about it. The number of pros and cons already playing out in his head.
âIt might scare her off.â He moves his finger away as they listen to her speak about something that sounds mundane but is everything to the men in the room. It feels normal. âLetâs wait it out a bit. See where this goes. Donât speak on the radio unless necessary, got it?â Price orders and they all agree. As much as Price wants to speak to the lady⌠he also wants to protect his men and keep them safe. Who knows who she is or if sheâs even alone? The risks outweighs the benefits of a potential alliance for now.
Listening to her on the radio has slowly become a part of their routine. Sometimes in the morning or afternoon sheâll speak. Talk about her day, what she had to eat, commenting on her place of choice for the night, etc. The men would huddle around the radio so they could hear her and her âTalkshowsâ as theyâd call it. Some of them wonder what sheâd look like, what sheâd sound like in person, how old she was, Soap even placing a bet that she wore glasses while Gaz placed a bet that she didnât. It became part of their routine to check the radio everyday for her voice until one dayâŚ. She went silent.
She didnât say anything in the morning and then the afternoon rolled by and no response. âWe need to reach out and talk toâer.â Gaz said almost insistently when the second day rolled around and still no voice from her. The feeling that she could be a dead becoming ever present on their minds. Price holds the radio in hand, a crease of his brows as he thinks it over.
âLemme speak toâer, doubt sheâll be spooked if she hears a âfunnyâ accent, yeah? Might makeâer talk a bit since I sound like Shrek.â Soap says and holds his hand out. Price takes a second before handing it to him. An encouraging nod from him as Soap breaths in and says, âThis is Sergeant Johnny âSoapâ MacTavish, Taskforce 141 operative. Iâm trying to get in touch with the woman that regularly speaks on this line.â different murmurs from the men as they hope and beg that their lady is around to hear them.
Bzzzz⌠crchhhhh⌠He tries again, a worried feeling creeping up in his chest. His words more insistent. âThis is Sergeant Johnny âSoapâ MacT-â
âH-Hello?â She says softly. A nervousness in her voice and the men all sigh in relief.
âYou had us worried, Bonnie.â Soap says as he breaths out a low sigh. His hand unclenching since he had it balled from how nervous he was feeling.
âUs?â
Their eyes widen as they hear the fear in her voice. A curse from Ghost as Soap scrambles to speak, âMe and some of my group have been listening to your talks. We⌠We just wanted to make sure youâre alright.â The silence on the other radio is deafening and they all suck in a breath. Soap tries to coax some words out of her but to no avail.
She didnât speak on the line anymore, but they held out hope. Johnny and Kyle started taking turns speaking on the line, talking about their day as the 141 sat around waiting for her to say something back. They were about to give up since a couple weeks go by with no response. And then finally, the static on the other side comes to life.
â⌠Hi,â the radio crinkles and buzzes with a soft noise, âIâm not going to give you my name or location but I..â the radio shorts out and the men wait on bated breath for her to speak again. âBut I want to talk. Iâm sorry itâs taking me so long to speak to you.â
âWeâre here, Sunshine,â Gaz says softly as he takes the radio, âThis is Kyle, do you remember me? Iâdâve spoken more to you whenever, Johnny,â glaring lightheartedly at the Scot, âwould stop hogging the radio.â He chuckles softly. âWeâre glad that youâve decided to speak again. We want to talk to you as well, if youâll let us.â
âI want to talk but⌠donât tell me your name anymore, please.â
ââŚAlright,â he murmurs softly, âwe wonât say our names anymore.â The men in the room all look confused about her request but they donât say anything else about it to keep her talking. âCall me whatever youâd like, Sunshine.â
âââ
TAGLIST TWWK: @wrathofcats
#the world we knew#TWWK#simon ghost riley#johnny mactavish#kyle garrick#john price#poly 141#poly141 x reader#cannon typical violence#zombie#minor deaths#Simon was definitely gonna knock Kyle out and forcibly put him in the closet#guns#blood#call of duty#zombie au#Simon took off his mask because he wanted to die as Simon not Ghost#a slight bit of angst#a slight bit of happy sappy stuff
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Till Death Do Us Part
TW: Death, blood, injury
Summary: Falling through the air I wonder how can this be fair
It does no good to dwell on the past. That was your motto, live in the present, look forward to the future, but never turn back. And usually, you were pretty good about not reminiscing. Right up until you were rappelling down a mountain with Ghost. It was going just fine, and then there was a tearing sound, a sudden weightlessness, and an ear-piercing shriek you later realized was coming from your mouth. And as you fell, hurtling towards your imminent death, the event that gave you your call sign flashed through your mind.Â
The call sign Angel may sound cool, but anyone who had heard the story knew it was actually embarrassing. You had slipped while rappelling at boot camp and had fallen through the air, your hair sliding out of its bun and whipping around you. Somehow, someway, the timing was just right and you jerked to a stop in the perfect position, the sun shining behind you as you swang from your rope, giving you a halo. One of your squadmates said âyou look like a falling angelâ and the name had stuck.
Guess Iâm living up, wellâŚdying to, my nickname. Is the last sadistic thought that crosses your brain before you hit the ground.Â
You made contact with the earth and for a moment you blacked out. When you open your eyes next, it is to a bloodied and bruised Ghost leaning over you. His mask is gone and his blonde hair is colored with blood. He mouths something, looking worried, but you canât hear him over the ringing in your ears.Â
You push yourself up, body trembling. Surprisingly, you feel almost no pain as you sit up, just weakness as you lean against a broken wall. You look at the bone jutting out of your leg and grimace, but it's more for sight of it than the feel. There is a dull ache in your abdomen, and you know your legs are broken, but you canât feel it. It is a strange experience.Â
Your vision finally clears all the way and you look at the fallen rope, attached to you and Ghost, who is sitting next to you, and realize he too must have fallen.Â
"Is your radi-â
âNo.â He cuts you off, voice rough, âIt broke in the fall. Weâre stranded.â He coughs, a little bit of blood dribbling down his lip. You frown, knowing that means his lung is punctured. You shift to face him and immediately regret it.Â
 Pain is gradually making itself known in your body, every minute worse than the last. There is a burning, stabbing pain in your stomach that is slowly getting worse and you know what it means.Â
âWeâre not making it out of here, are we?â You ask, voice raspy. He shakes his head in response, looking at the broken mask in his hands. You lean on him, his arm coming up around your shoulder.Â
âAre you scared?â You ask, eyes half-lidded. God why does your stomach hurt this much? Â
âI donât like the unknown.â He admits, finally looking at you. You donât respond, instead looking out at the ruined city you both were supposed to infiltrate. You laugh softly, which turns into a cough that burns and burns and burns. Blood splatters in the dirt and you grimace.Â
âWhat's so funny?â Ghost asks slowly. He pretends to ignore the fact that you are actively dying.Â
"The ruins of Finis Viae." You slur, curling further into him, "It means End of the Road in Latin. Fitting for the final resting place of a Ghost and an Angel."
âSomeone should write that on our headstones.â Ghost mutters, resting his head on yours. You smile weakly, in too much pain to laugh.Â
âWho knew...dy-dyingâŚhur-hurt soâŚbad.â You gasp softly. And God does it hurt. There is fire in your abdomen, burning its way through your body, filling your veins, setting every nerve a light with agony.Â
Ghost doesnât respond, just grips you slightly tighter. Your head slides down to his chest, his heartbeat the only thing you can hear over the ringing in your ears.
 You lay that way for hours, just The Agnel, The Ghost, and The End of The Road.
And, as for all things in this mortal world, your time runs out. Ghost can feel it, the moment your soul leaves your body. He panics for a brief second, not wanting to be there without you. But then his heart stutters, and he realizes he is going too.Â
âIâŚ.loveâŚyou.â His final words, carried by the wind through the ruins of a ghost town. He closes his eyes and slumps over you, locking you together in one final, tragic embrace.Â
âGet up silly.â You giggle, stretching a hand out to help him. The world is brighter, the dark no longer able to reach you. You grasp Ghost and haul him up, and the two of you stand, hand-in-hand, staring down at your uninhabited bodies.Â
"Are you ready to go?" You ask him, smiling.Â
Ghost hesitates for a moment, biting his lip.Â
"I am." He finally replies, unsure, but trusting you. He looks down at you, cupping your cheek with a ghostly hand.Â
 "I was afraid I couldn't hold on to you." Ghost admits, his voice quieter than usual, âThat you would leave me.âÂ
âI would never go where you could not follow.â You say in response, covering his hand with your own.
"I'm scared." He spoke softly, letting the words hang in the air.
"Don't be." You say, smiling at him, "Death is but the next great adventure."
"Who said that?" Ghost asks,teasing..
âWhat, you donât think I could come up with that on my own?â You ask, mock offended. He raises his eyebrow and you laugh.Â
âFine, fine, it was Dumbledore.âÂ
âFrom Harry Potter?â
âIâm surprised you know that.âÂ
âI read the books!â
âYou can read?âÂ
âHey!â He shoves you and you laugh. It was strange. You feel like you should be sad that you are dead, but all you feel isâŚlight, almostâŚwarm.Â
"What comes after this part?" Ghost asks quietly, sobering up. You notice him looking around and you could sense his fear. He was used to being the leader, the soldier always following the orders, and now he was stepping into the unknown.Â
âI donât know,â you grab his hand, âbut Iâll be with you.âÂ
"I don't like the unknown." Ghost says again. He felt out of place, like he didn't belong here. Death felt too peaceful, too nice after all he had gone through. He had hoped death was a little like his life but in this moment, the two felt nothing alike.Â
âI know.â You say gently. You squeeze his hand, looking up at him, âBut Iâll be with you.â He smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your head.Â
"Câmon, it'll be fun.â You say, grinning. You take one last look at your bodies, locked in an eternal embrace, as close in death as they were in life, and turn around. You tug Ghost behind you, smile at him one last time, and step into the light.
#cod x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#angst#cod fanfic#fluff (sorta)#Look I did kill you off#no regrets#no beta we die like men#also look i figured out how to put pictures at the top
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Roommate!Simon Riley that looks at you and his heart squeezes, beats against his chest until it nearly hurts. something about seeing you in the morning makes something click in his brain - your hair messy and a little matted, soft pillow lines on your cheek, eyes half lidded and groggy. it makes him feel off, a sensation that makes his jaw clench. he wants to nip and bite at you, squeeze you, hold you tight and never let go. heâs not familiar with cuteness aggression, hasnât heard of it and is unfortunately unaware
Roommate!Simon Riley that thinks something is wrong. he likes you so damn much, why does he want to nearly maul you every time he sees you? it gets him worked up when he sees you lounging on the couch in ratty clothes, an old pair of shorts and a stained hoodie. cute. his teeth are itching to just bite at you, fingers twitchy with the need to paw at you. thatâs not normal, right? isnât he supposed to see you and want to hold you gently? act soft and mushy like a normal couplâ? well, you arenât a couple. he doesnât know where this is coming from, but he only has one way to work it off
Roommate!Simon Riley thatâs been nailing the same punching bag for over an hour. his knuckles are numb at this point, sore and starting to get bruised, but, damnit, heâs still thinking about you. the other gym members are silently avoiding him, eyeing him as he takes another swing at the bag. you looked so adorable eating breakfast, dropping your fork and grumblingâ another punch. you looked so charming when you realized you put your left shoe on your right footâ another swing. another connection of his fist to the bag sends it flying, and Simon still wants to smother you lovingly
Roommate!Simon Riley that comes home sweaty and out of breath. he took a shower at the gym, but he decided to run home - took the long way. he hears you laughing, delighted little giggles spilling from your lips. he walks up behind you, looks down at your phone and hums, âWhatâs thaâ?â, he asks. âAahâ itâs a baby hippo! Isnât she cute? I just want to squeeze her so hard.â, you coo, swiping to another video. squeeze her? âReally? Whyâs that?â, he asked, attention drifting towards you. âI dunno, sometimes you just see something cute and want to crush it a little, you know?
Roommate!Simon Riley that does know, and suddenly he feels a little less weird about wanting to squeeze you until you pop, âYeah, I get it.â
#maybe a little off-putting!simon that stares at you?? hmmm???#constantly thinking about suffocating you against his chest while he hugs you so damn hard /affectionately#roommate!ghost#roommate!simon riley#ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost headcanons#ghost x you#ghost x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#cod#cod thoughts#call of duty#hit post
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because of this by @gomzdrawfr, have my 141 in pokemon thoughts
For some reason I imagine Price with kinda tanky or bulky-looking pokemon like Conkeldurr or Pangoro, but as a gym leader, ouh. I think of him with more sturdy type pokemon, so like rock, steel, or dragon. Cuz I imagine it'll be hard to take him down with a simple or normal attack like you gotta him where it hurts
Lickitung with Soap. I don't know why, the vibes fit each other, but I'm also thinking of pokemon that have high speed and accuracy stats (befitting to his callsign origins hehe). While flying type pokemon have the highest average speed stat, Soap has an Electric or Normal type vibe to him if he had his own gym, so maybe a Stoutland or Boltund. Typhlosion would be a good main for him as a trainer
Gaz's gym as flying type gym (get it cuz...helicopter đ¤Ą), but it'd be interesting to see him have a Bug gym. He'd have a really cool Farfetch'd as a trainer though. Though if he were following Price's footsteps, I would say ground or fighting. Fighting type pokemon all have this strong and courageous vibe that's similar to Gaz and I'd like to think he'd do ground so it's relating to rock but still his own thing (and totally not cuz I get the two confused cough) He would look so cool with a Lucario or Heracross though.
Ghost definitely had a Duskull and Marowak both as a trainer and gym leader since both Pokemon rock the skull theme he has. And just the general Dark or Ghost pokemon all have this mysterious or serious vibe to them mostly. While Dark or Ghost type gyms play more to his vibe, I can see him having a Steel Gym. Very strong and stern. Bronzong would look cool as his steel main.
A/N: Rereading this and I think the worms were thinking 141 as Gym Leaders instead of trainers. Maybe I'll make another post about them as trainers next time
#I've been putting this off for a while and this combines two of my favorite games#I do plan on elaborating more to other characters like cod villains as team rocket or the team magma/aqua#the worms are actually cooperating with this one#I wanna add photos but I am lazy and eepy#I spent like a day or two trying to add photos/design 141 with their pokemon and the worms don't like that >:T#my post#cod in pokemon#141 headcannons#141 headcanons#141#task force 141#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#john price#simon ghost riley#ghost#soap#gaz#price#my writing
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still would btw
Ghost(s) The Haunting - Season 6 (2024)
You know something I've realized, one of the arms has a TF141 tattoo like Soaps and there's a hat that looks like Gaz's on Ghosts belt.
#idc idc idc#simon ghost riley#simon riley#this character design is soooooo sick#and a lil nasty and gross and off putting. i LOVE it#certified monster fucker or whatever đ#john soap mactavish#john mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#captain john price#john price
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Simon âGhostâ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife
You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, whoâs walking alongside Soap
âOh! Sorry about that, sir.â You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for
The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him
That one smile and he was done for
âWho was thaâ?â The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghostâs attention still fixated on you.
âThink that was my wife.â
âYer what?!â
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife
Well, everyone apart from you apparently
He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base donât exactly run themselves
Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case
Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course
By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, itâs understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as itâll be changing soon enough anyway
âYou can call me anythinâ you want, love.â His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. âSo long as you call me, that is.â
By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isnât a date) heâs wondering if youâll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and his cock into you
You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself âHusbandâ, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently werenât aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as heâd saved your contact under âWifeâ
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe youâre only playing
âAch, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.â Soap said, seeing Ghostâs approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand
âSâfor my wife. Get your own.â The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where youâre curled up on the couch, reading a book
âAw, thank you honey.â You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips
âHappy wife, happy life, sergeant.â Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other manâs pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch
âGod, maybe I really should keep you.â Youâd laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him
Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses
âIs there some sort of party happening?â Youâd questioned, confused out of your mind
âSuppose you could consider it a party.â Heâd answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white
âNow while youâre lookinâ through dress sizes,â heâd added, taking your left hand in both of his. âYou know your ring size? Got my own shoppinâ to do âround here.â
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Ghost decides after one blind date that you're going to be his.
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Simon isn't used to dating. A quick hook up in the loo, sure. A drunken one night stand? He's had too many of those to count. But proper courting? Hell, it's been years, maybe a decade, since he's taken a bird out on an actual date.
It's probably going to be a disaster, but he gave Johnny his word he'd go out with his bird's best friend, so he can't back out now. He'll just have to grit his teeth and power through it.
His sour outlook for the evening is forgotten the second he sees you walk in with Johnny's bird. You're no tipsy tart on the pull, like the birds he's used to dealing with. You're a proper lady, dolled up nice for your date with him. It makes his chest feel tight when he gets a good look at your pretty face and nervous little smile.
His usual gruff manner is obviously not going to fly with you, so he quickly tries to recall the mannerisms he's seen his captain use around women. He gets to his feet with Johnny when the two of you reach the table, trying his best to look less intimidating.
Johnny introduces the two of you, and Simon melts inside when he takes your soft little hand in his for the first time. His brain goes fuzzy, dark eyes glazing over, and he's not sure what he says when he greets you, but it earns him a smile.
"It's really nice to meet you, Simon," are the first words you say to him.
Your voice is soft and sweet, and the way you say his name? Oh, he's gonna need to hear more of that, and often.
For the first time in a long time, Simon's worried about what someone thinks of him. He's worried he'll put you off with his harsh manner. So, he minds his words and gentles his tone. He slows his steps to match your pace and tucks your small hand at his elbow to keep you close and safe. He's holding doors and pulling out your chair. He compliments your dress and hair.
And when your heel catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, he doesn't bark a laugh or say something mean, wouldn't bloody dream of it. No, he catches you before you fall, and all that softness in his hands makes something shift in his brain. You're such a fragile little thing, delicate as spun sugar. You need a big nasty mutt like him to protect you, take care of you, and he's more than willing to do the job.
When the date is over, Simon sees you home, and you kiss him on your front stoop. It's not all groping hands and tangling tongues. It's a gentle press of lips, his big hands cradling your face, the sweet intimacy making his eyes flutter shut. He's floating when he finally gets back in his truck and drives himself home.
Instead of going to bed, Simon begins to formulate a plan of strategy. He figures it'll take a few more dates before you invite him into your flat, and several more after that before you invite him into your bed, then eventually into your life. It might take months, even a year or more. That's alright, though. If his years in the military have taught him anything, it's patience.
Simon knows how to play the long game. He'll go at your pace, let you get used to having him around, then make himself indispensable to you. No one will treat you as good, meet your every need and desire the way he will. He won't stop until he is your world, your reason for being. Your everything.
And when enough time has passed, he'll claim you completely as his. He's going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, then tuck you away safe and sound in one of those cute country cottages he looked up online. You'll be his little missus, and he'll be your tamed beast, keeping his teeth and claws hidden but at the ready.
By the time he arrives at your flat the next evening for your second date, he's already got your engagement ring in his safe at home and the names of your future children picked out.
And when you text him the day after to invite him for dinner, the new name he replaced yours with pops up on his screen.
It says 'Missus Riley', of course.
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arranged marriage with simon. yes i am talking about this again.
simon doesnât talk much about the marriage at first, but his actions say it all. he insists on carrying your bags, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, and making sure you eat enough during missions. you don't ask him why, but it's clear he's claiming the role of protector, even if this was supposed to be temporary.
he wonât admit it, but simon begins to get used to the little domestic routines. you cooking dinner, him taking care of repairs around the house. it feels too natural, and although he never says anything, heâs already mentally putting the two of you into that âforeverâ category.
the first time you mention needing space or wanting to stay in a separate room, simon just gives you a look. "what do you mean, separate? weâre married." heâs not joking either. to him, this isnât a temporary arrangement anymore. if you try to argue, heâll just pull you close and mutter in your ear, "ringâs on your finger. means youâre mine." and thatâs the end of the conversation.
he starts doing small things for you that a husband wouldârestocking your favorite snacks, making sure your gun is cleaned before missions, and slipping extra blankets on your side of the bed when itâs cold.
after some time, heâs not shy about touching you anymoreâbrushing a hand against your arm, holding you a little too close when youâre out in public. the more time passes, the more his touches become possessive, like heâs reminding you who you belong to now.
simon is up early, always. youâll wake up to the smell of coffee, and heâll have a cup ready for you without asking. if you take your time getting out of bed, heâll mutter, "câmon, mrs. riley. donât make me drag you out." but thereâs always a smile on his face.
when you share a bed, simon always pulls you into him at night. no matter how much space you take up at first, by morning, youâre wrapped up in his arms. if you stir in your sleep or seem restless, heâll murmur, "got you, lovie," without fully waking up, his grip tightening as if to remind you heâs there, keeping you safe.
simon doesnât open up easily, but after a particularly intense moment, heâll lean in close, his forehead resting against yours, and heâll whisper, "donât care if it was for a mission or not. youâre the only one for me now." itâs not a grand declaration, but the sincerity in his voice makes your heart race.
simon will leave subtle marks of possession on youâhis dog tags hanging around your neck, his scent clinging to your clothes, and his bite marks on your skin after an especially heated night. "need everyone to know who you belong to," heâll growl against your skin, his lips trailing kisses down your neck.
he also has an odd obsession with your wedding ring. heâll turn it on your finger, kissing it softly whenever youâre close. if you ever take it off for some reason, his brow furrows, and heâll slip it back on. "keep it on, yeah?" his voice is low, almost pleading. "means something to me."
after a particularly dangerous mission where you were almost hurt, simon corners you in the hallway, eyes filled with emotion. "youâre not leaving me," he growls, pinning you against the wall. "ever. understand?" itâs a statement, a vow, and in that moment, you know youâre his forever, and heâs yours.
when youâre lying in bed together, his arms wrapped around you, simon will sometimes whisper, "mine," into your hair. itâs soft, almost inaudible, but you feel it in your bones. he needs the reminder just as much as you doâthat youâre his, and heâs never letting you go.
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