Ghost Goes Viral - Chapter 3
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It wasn’t that Ghost was distracted, exactly.
Ghost wasn’t distracted. This wasn’t like a romance. He was able to focus on his work; on training the new recruits, going over intel with Price.
It wasn’t that.
He’d set his phone to silent when he was working. His new friends were all over the world – so timezones were flexible, for everyone.
But he had “just a sec”-ed Johnny too many times now for Johnny not to be curious. And once Johnny had a bone, Gaz wanted it, too.
They’d all – even Price – noticed Ghost checking his phone more than usual during non-work hours.
They all assumed it was a romance. That Ghost had – somehow, in between the deployments – found someone.
And the look on Johnny’s face when he wrestled Ghost’s phone away from him, without clicking the screen off, couldn’t have said more clearly “What the fuck is this shit?”
And that is, indeed, what Sgt. John ‘Soap’ MacTavish said, looking down at the Discord server channel Ghost had been catching up on. (Ghost was reading the “Story Time” channel updates from that day).
“The fuck is Discord?”
“Give it back, Sgt.”
“Tell me what the hell Discord is, then I’ll give it back. Wait – Who’s Annabelle, and why’s she got a picture of a new ring?”
“LET ME SEE THAT RIGHT NOW, MACTAVISH – Is it – is it an engagement ring?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
“GIVE. ME. THE. PHONE.”
“Fine, Jesus, here,” Johnny fairly threw the phone back at Ghost.
Ghost finally had his phone back and YES – Annabelle DID get engaged! (Ghost was so relieved. He would literally have killed Gary if Gary hadn’t stepped up.)
It was three days before Ghost spilled the proverbial beans about his new…friends. How he’d gotten on TikTok, and found the woman that led him to “Several Shades of Grey” on Discord.
“So THAT’S why you got that fucking box from Sephora,” Gaz cried, rolling his eyes over dinner in the mess the night Ghost fessed up.
“What box from Sephora?” Johnny asked. “What’s Sephora?”
“Oh my GOD, Soap – it’s a makeup shop,” Gaz sighed, dramatically.
Soap looked at Ghost like he was on fire. “The hell do you want with a makeup shop, mate?”
“Facepaint was runnin’. Wanted to know how to make it stop.”
“Well, didja figure it out?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“It stopped runnin’.”
Soap couldn’t stand it anymore. The thought of…Ghost….knowing people – was almost too much for him to handle.
“STEAMIN’ JESUS WHO THE FUCK IS ANNABELLE, GHOST?”
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GAH I saw you write about dilf reader and making them taller then the 141 boys and *chefs kiss* beautiful. Could you do little headcannons about small ass gn/m reader with the 141 boys 🥺 I’m 5’3 and I need representation 😔✊
I'm literally 5'2, we need more representation
General 141
•No, but they do laugh at you, in the friendly way
•"how's the weather down there?" "I don't know, you tell me you fucking building"
•ghost holds you like a fucking cat, like literally
•soap, he doesn't mess with you that much because he isn't that tall actually
•ghost will call you 'shortie' or 'dwarf' (friendly way...) Or 'shortstack'
•ghost and Alejandro are the ones who mess with you the most
•Ale calls you things like 'enano' 'chaparro' and more
•you are the Chihuahua of the task
•good thing is that you can bite their ankles/j
•price sees you like a small cat, everyone does at this point
•Gaz just puts his arm on your head
•they think it's adorable, specially rudy
•you are a short king!!
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