#simon “dramatic” riley

[writingfromasgard]

More sad Simon

Simon's on your bed, arm thrown over his eyes like a small Victorian child wasting away.

You're trying your best not to laugh because the poor man is genuinely distraught that when your kitchen sink leaked, you fixed it then told him about it.

You lean over him, kissing what little of his jaw you can get to. "Simon, do you really want to be doing housework on your day off?"

He lifts his arm, cue the big sad eyes. "Yea, so you can have a lil piece me 'round here when I'm busy."

[cod-dump]

Teen!Ghost: *crying*

Nik: малыш! What is wrong??

Teen!Ghost: I’m OLD

Nik: … what?

Price: The doctor said he might need glasses

Nik: Oh-

Teen!Ghost, loudly: I’M ALREADY TURNING INTO MY FATHER

Price, currently wearing glasses: why are you like this? All this crying isn’t necessary

Nik: I honestly can’t tell when something serious is happening anymore, you always act the same-

[forestshadow-wolf]

Both ghost and soap are the kinds of people to be silent when they have actual problems, but they complain nonstop when it a minor inconvenience. They are absolutely insufferable when they're sick, but it's okay, they love eachother... (unfortunately)

[milkydough]

Johnny

[gomzdrawfr]

reminder to feed your child

[silli---lilli]

Soap: *looking at Ghost's headstone* I just miss you so much sometimes. It's like I just saw you. Like you never left at all.

Ghost: *after parking the car* Jesus Christ, not again Ghost: Soap! What the hell are you on about? I'm right here

Soap: *crying* It's like I can still hear your voice

[shadow0-1]

Ferns loomed as I lay

[xo-cod]

ghost and soap would be the best huggers of the group 🥺🥺

simon and johnny would absolutely be <3

they have the type of hugs that envelopes your whole body, piecing back the parts that you thought had been long gone. squeezing you close to their bodies so much so their heartbeats is a warm lullaby against your ears. their arms strong barriers against the world outside, stroking your back tenderly while their lips caress your temple ever so lightly

simon's hugs wrap around you fully, like a parent holding their child. it's more self indulgent for him, he gets the same comfort just like you do. simon goes all in for his hugs, there's no inbetween. his hugs are almost healing, you can feel yourself melting and relaxing in his grasp and he's there to keep you steady throughout it all, his lips gently peppering kisses across your forehead.

where johnny's hugs are more gentle, calming, between his arms lies a soft safe space to rest your head. there's no expectation with him, he's just content in holding you however you please. one hand stroking through your hair while the other wraps around your waist. the love that radiates between you both is enough words for him. he'll wait for you to say something. but until then, he'll hold you securely in his arms. gently rocking the both of you

and the both of them hugging you at the same time 👀 might end up in the bed, might end up being a therapy session who knows 🤭

[natelia-aldelliz]

Guys imagine, Roach died, before the creation of 141, but Soap is able to see his ghost. He was originally following Ghost around, really annoyed that he was using his death as an excuse to not get close to anyone, but when he found out Soap could see him and talk to him he started following him around instead.

And they get really close, like two peas in a pod, except they have to be discreet about it because no one else can see or hear Roach, and they'd think Soap was crazy if they saw him talking to no one.

They use that for shenanigans too: Roach will go follow someone else and report back to Soap, Gaz is genuinely starting to believe Soap has superpowers or something. It's really useful on missions as well, and Soap managed to successfully rescue team members thanks to Roach being able to move through walls and everything.

(Roach is not the only ghost Soap is able to see btw, just the only one he's talking to.)

And then Roach is witnessing his past lover trying really hard to not fall in love with Soap, and Soap trying really hard to not do anything about the love he already feels, and he has to try and convince Soap that he is dead. During that conversation he finds out that something else that keeps Soap from doing something is that he feels very confused about everything because he also has feeling for Roach.

So now Roach has to try and convince him that even if he was still alive he wouldn't have a problem with that. He's known for a while that he was polyamorous, but he hadn't really dared talking to Ghost about that because he thinks he's jealous and possessive.

And Soap is like "oh yeah, you want me to go say to Ghost 'don't worry about your dead lover that I'm not supposed to know, he's actually polyamorous and also in love with me, I know because his ghost told me!' ??? I'm sure he's gonna take that well!"

But Roach is nothing if not resourceful and he manages to put Soap in situations where he's forced to interact with Ghost, and eventually they kiss and their relationship is beginning to be something. They're not really sure what.

And Roach is sad, because he has to watch the two men he loves being in love without him, yes, but at least they're both happy, and it makes him feel a bit better. And then during a mission Ghost almost dies.

Because he was alone and Soap and Gaz were together, Roach was following Ghost this time, ready to fly to Soap in an instant if there was any problems. But there was and he didn't have time, so he instinctively grabbed the gun being pointed towards Ghost's head and moved it as the person was shooting, saving Ghost's life, giving him enough time to shoot the enemy himself.

But even as the threat is eliminated, Ghost is still looking up from where he's on the ground, staring right through him, looking shocked. No, not right through him, he realises when he moves to the side and Ghost's eyes follow him. He also realises that he grabbed the gun. He's never grabbed anything before, in all his years of being a ghost.

Then suddenly Ghost's eyes move wildly around, and he figures he disappeared from his view. He can still go through the walls, but he's kept the ability to grab stuff when he wants. It gives him a ton of new possibilities, to fuck with people and, of course, to touch Soap.

"I wish you were actually alive," Soap whispers to him, holding his hands against his face as he's falling asleep.

"What the fuck," comes Ghost's voice the next morning, waking both of them up - wait, since when could Roach sleep?

Soap doesn't understand immediately, because he's always been able to see Roach. But Ghost is standing in the door, looking straight at dead past lover.

Turns out Soap is a necromancer and he had no idea, though the whole 'I can see dead people' should probably have told him sooner that he wasn't normal... The more he wishes Roach is alive, the more he actually is. And they all end up happy and together. And Gaz is very happy to have won the bet that Soap indeed has superpowers.

The day Roach says, in a wondering voice, "I... I think I'm hungry" is the day they understand that something is really happening and he's actually coming back to life.

(Also, Soap has no control at all on his abilities, he has no idea what does what and why, he knows nothing. No one knows.)

[gazspookiebear]

Ghost x gn reader

Here, have some platonic fluff. I just had the worst milkshake and I can still taste it- to be fair, I was warned

It all started with a craving. The desire, no, need for a milkshake was getting to you, but you didn't have any regular ice cream.

Ghost stood behind you in the kitchen as you checked the freezer, again.

"I wonder if a banana mint chocolate chip milkshake would be any good?" you wonder out loud.

"Sounds horrible. Wouldn't recommend it, love. I'll get some vanilla ice cream tomorrow and we can make a milkshake then," he says, leaning against the counter.

You glare playfully at him in response, not willing to back down just yet. "C'mon, don't knock it 'till you try it! You're such a hater," you huff.

Too tired to argue, Ghost rolls his eyes at you. "Alright, you win. We'll make the bloody milkshake." He sighs in defeat.

Gleefully, you grab the pint of mint chocolate ice cream, milk, and bananas. In hindsight, it was a horrible combination.

With the monstrosity successfully created, you pour a glass for yourself. You glance at Ghost, who is giving you some serious side eye right now.

"Want some?" You offer.

"I'd rather not," he says bluntly. That doesn't stop him from grabbing a mug and pouring himself just a little bit of it.

He raises the bottom half of his mask to take a sip. He immediately regrets the decision, a small grimace flashing across his face.

You take a sip as well.

It's bad. Worse than you thought. It smells strange and tastes worse- not that you'd ever admit it to Ghost.

"It's not that bad." You sigh, glancing at Ghost's reaction. "Like I said, you're just a hater!"

He raises an eyebrow at you. "It's all yours, love. I'm not gonna fight you for it." He lifts his hands in mock surrender.

Later, you're both sitting on the couch. You convinced him to watch the barbie moving with you, not that he was particularly paying attention to it.

You sigh, and he looks over at you.

"Somethin' the matter?" He grunts.

"It's the fucking milkshake! I can still taste it! It was awful, why did you let me drink that?" you rant at him, feigning annoyance.

He crosses his arms at you and gives you an 'I told you so' look.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he chuckles.

The next day, you're much happier after having a normal milkshake with vanilla ice cream.

[robiinurheart33]

Hello to all my lovely followers!! (If you see this)

It’s pretty obvious by now, by the lack of posting that I’ve kinda lost interest in call of duty…

It’s not like ill be gone forever, i might move onto another fandom and post that but for now ill probably only be posting once in a blue moon. Ghoap and cod still mean a lot to me, but my brain has decided to move on

I might finish up some of my drafts and post them, i might not. We’ll see how but for now this is probably my like official posting declaring im gonna be taking a step back from writing cod

The love I’ve received from this fandom and the people reading my work has been so extraordinary and i have love for all of you even if its just a like it means the whole world to me people read and appreciate my work. Cod has been the first fandom I’ve had the courage to write for and the reactions to it online are completely not what i have expected. Love you all so much ghoap will stay in a part of my heart along with you guys who’ve supported me <333333

[thorougly-melted-brains]

Soap gets antsy when they’re grounded. Busywork is unsatisfying. No matter how much he writes and files and reports it feels like he’s done nothing.

He’s the type to find pleasure in physical work. He’s only satisfied if his hands are more bandaid and superglue than skin; when he has something he can hold.

Ghost notices this, always. He keeps track on his people, cold persona be damned. He offers Soap something to do.

See, Ghost has a mane. Over two feet of hair, has for years. Didn’t have time to cut it during his single-handed purge of the cartel. Kept it after he got back, for the novelty of choice. He doesn’t do much with it, keeps it pulled back 99% of the time.

Soap has been obsessed with his hair ever since he first saw it. (Obsessed in Ghosts words, Soap might say concerned. He has a thing for hair care, sue him.)

The only time Ghost lets it down is with Soap.

When Soap starts twitching, spacing out, sneering, Ghost gives him a break. They go to Ghost’s room, and Soap brushes his hair out.

It’s soothing for the both of them. Soap works bottom up and then back down, taking out small tangles. He smooths oil over the dry ends and massages it into Ghost’s scalp.

It’s soothing, for the both of them. Soap does something tangible. Ghost gets some well earned care.

[veradia]

“tAKE IT OFFF” 💀💀

[verdantcreek]

ohhhh they are doomed by the narrative…..

[confused-wanderer]

Soap is 100% the guy who’s an urban legend.

Ghost?

The man’s a myth. No one truly knows if he’s really done half of the things people say he has, and they can’t fathom the things he actually has.

But Soap?

Soap’s acts of terror have witnesses.

One team he worked with said the enemy cornered them in a room before whipping out Soaps gun, and firing it at the man’s head.

They all saw it. They all heard the bang. They saw Soap’s head recoil back.

But they also then saw him quietly laughing.

How he looked the guy dead in the eye, and spat out a bullet from his mouth.

Ghost is lethal and quick.

But Johnny only knows how to leave with a blast.

[toomanywordsnllines]

Today I present to you a drabble (?) that I have put into a series and smartly dubbed ‘Three dumbasses and their obselete braincell’ Hope you enjoy :3 Based on my Hc of another reason why Roach is called Roach It’s been hours by now. Hours and Soap was going insane.

How can a one-seventy-somethin-centimeters-tall motherfucker dissapear out of thin air?!

He stomps his way into the leisure room, again.

He’s going to rip his mohawk with his hands.

Ghost, who hasn’t left his spot all the three times, yes three times he has entered that fucking room in the last hour alone – Oh, how he’s going to murder Roach when he finds him– looks up at him from his book, he’s halfway through it, Soap notices. Just one more sign of how long he has been running around the compound in circles like a cat with zoomies.

They say nothing. Ghost raises an eyebrow, Soap bites the inside of his cheek.

“Ready to be hospitalized in an asylum?”

If looks could kill Ghost would be dust on the floor. But no, instead the fucker smiles at him, eyes crickling gently at the corners and GOD Soap wishes he could fall on his lap and kiss those stupid– hot– pretty lips, but no he has a task to complete.

“Awa’ n bile your head”

Ghost hums, ignoring him completely.

Soap does as much as throw himself to the cushion besides the man in retaliation.

“What got your panties in a twist, Johnny?”

“Fuck you”

He feels the man giving him a side eye. He glares back.

“Ma, panties are very straight thank you very fucking much.”

Ghost hums again, bookmarks his page and closes the book.

A pause.

A deep breath.

“I CANNAE FIND THAT FUCKING LAVVY-HEIDED WANKSTAIN ANYWHERE!” He throws his arms up to further cement his point, deflating like a balloon after.

Ghost hums again, “here I thought Price’d gotten tired of your jittery ass–” Soap kicks him in the shin, hard, “ –and put you zooming around the place like a cat on purpose.”

Soap punches him in the bicep, hard again.

“Who’re you looking for?”

He sighs in defeat.

“Roach”

He says it in a way that makes Ghost’s eyebrows lift, amused at his clear stance of sulking like a baby. ‘Lot of contempt there, mate’

“Gary?” Ghost frowns down at him, “why’re you looking for him.”

Soap throws his hand in the air in a ‘I-don’t-fucking-know’ gesture, shrugging his shoulders for good measure “I dinnae ken, Price wants to munch his ear of or somethin’ ”

Ghost hums again.

“Okay.”

And then he’s getting up.

This time it’s Soap turn to frown, “Where ‘re ye going?”

Ghost looks at him from over his shoulder.

“To get Roach.”

His frown deepens, now adding a pinch of confusion.

He gets up as Ghost starts walking away, getting into step easily.

“You know where he is?”

"Affirmative." Ghost answers, gait never flattering, tunnel visioning down a corridor Soap passed fifteen different times (yes he counted) , (yes he also looked inside every single room AND closet). He pauses for a moment, after his brain finally catches with what Ghost has said, indignation crashing into him.

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

Ghost looks at him unimpressed.

“Did you ask.”

His mouth smartly shuts itself – ‘No he did not, in fact, ask’ – he continues his walk besides his Lieutenant, hands in pockets (But not sulking!).

They turn a corner and Ghost opens the first door – the kitchen.

The kitchen??

“I already looked in here, L.T,” and as he does another sweep with his eyes. Yep still empty.

Ghost is standing still beside him, head turning slightly as he analyzes the room – the way he always does on missions. He stops.

Soap is about to open his mouth to ask what the hell is he doing when he startles as Ghost moves his arm suddenly. Throwing with dead accuracy his book against the upper cabinets. Specifically the one closest to the right wall.

“What the fuck??”

His head spins to look at his Lieutenant in bewilderment. Did he finally blow a fuse? Lost the thread? Maybe he’s the one that needs a place in asylum?!

There’s a creak in the otherwise silent room.

And Soap swears, as the cabinet doors open and a pair of familiar brunette hair pops off, that a vein of his might, finally, pop.

What the fuck?

“What-”

“What. The. Fuck.”

Roach blinks at him.

“You better get the fuck out of there or ‘am lauching yer ass into the stratosphere. In 10– ”

Soap has never seen no one move so quickly and so clumsy at the same time, how Roach didn’t face plant is beyond him and as he gets closer he cannot keep all his rage contained.

So he grabs him by the ear and hauls his ass out of the kitchen, ignoring his complaints.

“You own me a fucking bottle of scotch. Good one too.”

Ghost watches the two idiots leave the premises, walking further inside he grabs his book and boils some tea.

He left at a good part after all. I live for Banter~