angel

05 // pretty awesome!

[goaskangel]

kiss me one last time ! ㅤㅤㅤ♡

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hi im angel (she/her) i like jjk + other media. i write jjk/cod most of the time !

asks and dms are always open , i take requests !

i am open to dark content

likes, comments, reblogs, and follows are always appreciated 💘please do not steal/re-upload any of my work.

MDNI, i'm okay with some stuff considering i write angst and fluff too. please take what your consuming into consideration.

[natnormalatall]

roald dahl was antisemitic and misogynistic. george orwell was openly homophobic. edgar allan poe married his 13 year old cousin. dr seuss cheated on his wife (and was racist as well as antisemitic!). hp lovecraft was racist as fuck. anyways they’re fucking dead it’s not like you’re enabling their behaviors in the afterlife or something. then again I think they bleed into the books so uh keep an eye out for that

the difference between these old white guys and jk rowling is that the former group is all dead. jk rowling is alive and using your money to oppress trans people

[unalivejournal]

Nobody knows if writing a story is possible

[dante-mightdie]

mundane things I think about John Price doing that get me unspeakably wet

undoing his belt

shifting his hips in his chair

rolling his sleeves up

shaving in the bathroom mirror with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist

adjusting his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose

taking a quick whiff of his scotch before he drinks it

putting his arm across the back of the passenger seat when he reverses his car

wiping his hands with a rag after doing household maintenance or working on his car

manspreading in his chair

[steprunt]

Man who is so so heavy handed and rough during sex but it's just because he's pussy whipped and love drunk that he doesn't even realise how much of his weight he's using.

[goaskangel]

nanami really loving you on valentine's day!

cw : aggresive, perv nanami, groping, dry humping, breeding(?), alcohol mention, yummy asfff

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you may have gone overboard with the cleaning. your apartment doesn’t look lived in, more like an IKEA showroom. it’s not like nanami’s an inspector, he’s your boyfriend. new though, you’re not very close and it’s only been a couple of months but he was manly enough to ask you to be his valentine, how could you resist!

he’s just so perfect, you daydream while flattening the creases of the couch’s pillow. golden and groomed blonde hair, ironed suits, old fashioned manners. how his voice goes softer when he’s speaking to you, his strong teeth and subtle smile only coming out for you. it feels like you’ve won a national prize every time you break his calm and collected attitude and manage to make his pale complex warm up. you dimmed the living room since you planned a casual movie-night with him, hopefully not too casual for him. 

god knows he’ll show up in his signature suit and sit up-right while you play a stupid rom-com. that would be kind of nice. finally all alone, together, on a comfy couch. you could crawl onto his lap, tug on his tie, lick on his collared neck. kiss him like you mean it, no fear of the public. 

you squint at your suddenly changed thoughts and get up with a sigh, knowing him, he might not make a move. but he’s only a man…?

you wait for the door’s bell. when it comes, you give yourself a few seconds and fix your hair before walking to the door. you can’t make it seem like you’d been waiting, that’d be ridiculous. suddenly your thoughts of changing your clothes because it’s a bit too chilly pass your mind when you see him. like lava streams in your blood, you warm up to a casual nanami. a pretty man dressed in a gray sweatshirt that painfully compliments his skin showed up timely to spend time with his girlfriend on valentine’s, you could faint!

“hello. picked up flowers on the way, these are for you.” he tilts the bouquet, your favorite, towards you gently, grinning warmly, making his eyes squint. you swear you could eat his face. 

“thank you, thank you!” you’re handed the flowers as he steps closer to you, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead as you take them, inhaling the floral aroma mixed with his peppery and woody cologne.

“i love them, but you didn’t have to, really.”

“it’s valentine’s day and the least i could do.” same soft smile on his lips. 

you smile, too hard, at his gesture and move to the side to let him in. he kicks off his shoes as you quickly close and lock the front door, placing the flowers on the kitchen counter. 

“it’s not too hot in here, i hope.” 

“it’s just fine,” he offhandedly observes the room, an appreciation for what you’ve done to the place. he tugs at his sleeves and rolls them up, revealing strong forearms. jesus christ. you snap out of your gaze and rush to sit at the couch, a thick blanket and a couple of fluffy pillows decorated the comfy space. rich chocolate and drinks already set at the coffee-table, and his favorite desserts from a bakery? you pat at the spot next to you and hold back a giggle when he sits next to you. his black pants spreading neatly over his thighs, your eyes carefully wandering to the seam of the zipper, your mouth pooling. 

“here, get comfy.” you toss the large pull-over on the both of you, taking in the sight of him, shuffling closer to you and warming up to the blanket around him. 

“quite a fine home you’ve got, it’s extremely cozy.” he throws an arm over you. 

“i try. it’s not usually this… tidy.”

“what? you’re trying to impress me?” he teases. 

“it’s your first time over, i wanna make you feel good an’ comfy.” 

“well, it’s working.” he smooths his hand over your hot cheek, the metal of his ringed index finger brushing over you.

you spend the remaining time opening chocolate and bakery boxes, feeding each other and occasionally kissing while a movie plays in the background. you hope for any move during the time he’s with you, any move at all. maybe a lingering kiss. it’s so distracting the way the shadows of the dark room and light source from the tv brighten his sharp features. you’re leaning into his warm chest as his fingers graze over your exposed thighs, sipping the wine you bought that he surprisingly, and thankfully, really enjoyed. 

another scene of the characters just talking and spilling lore, he sets the half-full glass down and focuses on you. eyes on the screen but his palm has splayed to soothe and grope over your thigh. he notices your obedience, spreading your legs just by the tiniest bit. his slips his hand into your inner thigh and that’s where you roll your body slowly. 

his eyes are now on you, and your bodies mingled under the sheet as you watch the movie. mmm, thank god you wore thin shorts and a random t-shirt. you feel as his fingers graze over your thinly covered cunt, tips coming down to rub your clit. your gaze stays straight but you don’t focus, you’re unable too.

“c’mere,” nanami fixes your slouched posture so you sit with your back on his chest, your legs open and pliable for him to touch and grope at your body. 

“kento.” you mumble, dazed, when his hand slides underneath your damp panties to tease at your folds. 

“mhm, you’re so beautiful.” he sniffs at your hair as his other hand grips under your bra to hold and fondle your breast. the wine was really getting to you both. a sudden pulse at your lower back as he grinds gently into you, how tight had his pants gotten? 

finally, finally, he got his hands on you. even under a blanket, you look down to watch the fabric move in waves as he rubbed your most sensitive parts, the alcohol heightening your senses. skilled hands pacing gentle but greedy circles on your buds as you gripped the remote. you appreciate his sexual activity, it’s just so much more aggressive than you thought he ever could be. his sweet words and gestures all hid his intrusive and perverse actions.

“god, i need to feel you.” he highlights his eagerness with an extra squeeze. you pathetically push the blanket off the couch and with trembling hands, you move yourself to face him. he lays himself down as you sit on his lap. you moan quietly when you feel him against your soiled shorts, bucking your hips down to get more of the twitching sensation below his belt. humping the fat chub under his pants, you craved it more than anything.

“uh-huh, that’s good. baby, you’re so good to me. that’s it.” his hands hold a bruising grip on your hips as you grind slowly but firmly on his hard cock. 

“couldn’t stop thinking about this,” he groans when you rub your fat cunt directly on his tip, “this pretty body on mine, you’re so fucking hard to resist.” his cursing going right to your achy clit. you hop off and watch him violently take his belt off, switching your spots and filling the void between your legs with his hips. pulling his sweater off and tossing it as you do the same with your top. his pale skin so handsome and soft with his softer muscles and a layer of fat on his stomach from eating all his favorite breads. so sexy, you wrap your legs around his waist. you shake your head at the condom he pulls out from his pocket. 

“needa feel you, your cock in me, please. don’t want anything between us, kento, please please. it’s valentine’s, let me do this for you.” 

“perfect girl, you’re gonna kill me.” but he complies, gladly tossing the latex and pulling the confinements of his cock down. you whine at his contents. big and hard, the first time you’ve seen this part of him. you love it, he hasn’t even fucked you and you already love it, love him. 

you nod aggressively when he lines his chubby, weeping tip against your soppy pussy. letting it catch a few times as he rocks back and forth, the moves of his sexy hips making you throb. he fulfills his own fantasies of his raw cock on his beautiful girl’s wet cunt whilst she begs for him to fill her up and make her his. 

“you want it, sweetheart?”

“more than anything, yes yes yes.” 

“no protection, nothing protecting you? you sure, love? it’s risky.”

“don’t care. i’ll have your babies if you want to, if i have to – jus’ give it to me.” 

“mmm, babies, huh… you sure that’s not the wine talking?” sick, even if it wasn’t the lust from being slightly tipsy, he wouldn’t, couldn’t, stop himself.

you could cry with all the teasing he’s doing but you lose your breath when he pushes himself into your perfect, tight cunt. all his. he takes your limp and delicate upper frame to his advantage and undoes your bra. nanami rolls himself deeper into you as he watches your pretty tits bounce with every move. 

“so good, ken, thank you..!” as he presses himself into the depths of your cunt. you're unbelievably tight and so warm when he bottoms out as far as he can without really breaking you in. 

he’s slow, eager and certainly not collected as he usually is but he takes his time to fuck you. you’re so drunk on lust and sex that you just agree to whatever he says. his pretty girl wants to be all his? have his kids? marry him and be taken care of and fucked so good daily? you nod and babble to all of it. as he speeds up, his sloppy kisses and skilled tongue on your nipples slow and he concentrates on making you both come. the movie ended a while ago and the rooms filled with groans and moans, sloppy and slippery squelches and slaps. 

his kisses his thumb wet and massages little circles into your sensitive clit. you writhe at not only the delicious friction but how you tighten up again around his cock, stretching you out all over again. 

“close, i’m close. keep fucking me, kento, yes, mhm. yesyesyes..” you jump at the overwhelming, intense orgasm and milk out every single ribbon of creamy cum into you. growling and furrowing his dark brows as he creams directly at your cervix. 

“good, good girl.” he snaps through his teeth as he finishes inside you. smoothing his hand over your pelvis and under your naval. gasping and panting as you both collect yourselves. he sinks down to rub his sweating face into your neck, kissing you gently again as you pull and stroke his blonde locks. ending such a day with all his love! <3

happy valentine's day you FREAKS

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[goaskangel]

HAPPY VALS DAY TO MY NANAMI FIC

[goaskangel]

johnny keeps begging to fuck you.

cw :: riding, unsanitary, slight breeding/exhibitionism

it’s terribly inconvenient because both of you guys barely get any time off. work was almost a breath of fresh air for you, ironic as that is as a sergeant. it just gave you time to bury all your frustrations and focus on anything but your personal life. johnny, though, suddenly came and kicked the legs out from under the whole routine. 

begging in that shameless, sugar sweet way that makes you want to hit him or kiss him or both. he’s awfully charismatic and he oddly makes you crave him more, but like everything else, you keep him away as a secret.

he clearly had no problem making his flirting obvious in front of everyone else, but your distant, glaring behavior thankfully made him understand. but holy shit is it hard pushing him away constantly.

he starts with complimenting your skills, admiring your aim, your form, the way you move during drills, then leaning in one day to tell you how much he’d love to get a taste of you after a drill. 

you can’t deny how wet you got with how straightforward he was. so you entertained it, letting him keep a hand on your hip in the break room alone. a few quick kisses to your cheeks as he passes you in a hall. then it turns into soft, whispered begs by your ear. kissing your neck and telling you, “i’ve been starvin’ for you all week.”

“go on then. tell me tae stop. you won’t.”

“ye ken i’ll treat ye right, bonnie. let me touch ye the way ye’ve been wantin’.” 

after a while of his little praises and straight whines, you turn a corner to the break room and see him messing with the vending machine in the hallway. dirty white shirt untucked from his combat pants from his uniform. his boots messily unlaced. your heart skips a beat and your mind goes straight to the fact, although it's midday and simon had clearly asked you a simple task, you guys are together and alone. you swallow what’s been pooling in your mouth ever since you saw him, and just walk towards him, 

“johnny.”

he looks to his left at the sound of your almost trembling voice, “bonnie! this bloody thing ate my coins again. ahm losin’ a war tae a vending machine, ah swear—”

he walks up to you, rambling about whatever, you don’t even let him finish. you shove him back a step, grab a fistful of his shirt, and drag him into the break room. empty and fluorescent and perfect in that accidental, right-place-wrong-time way.

you shut the door behind, then you’re on him again, arms looped around his shoulders, pulling him down into your gravity. johnny blinks at you, confused and dazed. he only really comes back when you kiss the rough line of his jaw, grounding him.

he relaxes into it, grinning widely and finally holding your waist, a handful of your ass in his palm as you keep kissing him. 

“took ye long enough, aye?” 

you shut him up by kissing him, he’s frantic with it, just like his cheek kisses. 

“so sweet, lass. taste so sweet.” johnnys pants and licks a stripe on your neck. you shudder and squeeze his muscles right where his cuffed sleeves end. he smells like heaven; a subtle manly musk about him along with all war-pollution. to finally be so close to him, it gets your cunt throbbing like nothing else. you push him down to the close dirty, green couch, dust and grime bouncing back up as he lays on his back. your legs wobble at the sight and you would have most definitely fell back if you didn’t get your pants off in time and didn't sit atop his lap. 

he’s incredibly sexy, even sexier than you imagined when touching yourself to the thought of him. grown out mohawk, his eyes looking you up and down with an almost pained expression, probably because of the growing bulge behind his belt. his hands are aching to touch you some more, but they stay touchy by your bare thighs in anticipation of what you’ll do next. 

your breath hitches in adrenaline and you raise your long shirt to reveal your slick, needy pussy. johnny just falls apart, gasping low with praises, riding his hand up your naked lower body to graze his thumb on your mound, “so good, so damn good…sweetest thing i’ve ever laid mah eyes at. you’re makin’ me lose my mind, bonnie.” his hips buck up involuntarily. 

“couldn’t wait any longer, needed to feel you in me, johnny—i couldn’t—” 

“easy, bonnie…i’m right here. can take me for as long as ye need.” he’s breathy with his words, clearly loving this.

you feel slightly dizzy before working at his belt. biting your lip and feeling your mouth pool yet again, the sight of his flushed, uncut drooling cock. apparently you stare for quite some time because johnny’s hips shift and he’s clearly grinning, “what’s wrong, bird? got distracted? ahm really that pretty?” 

you scoff and shift a little to hover right on top of his tip. johnny licks and spits at his fingertips before rubbing your soppy cunt, teasing your clit a little. he says it's to ready you up, but it's definitely just so he can touch you. and lick his fingers after. 

you muffle a moan and watch him suck his wet fingers. you look down and sit a little to feel his hot tip throb and prod at your neglected hole. johnny holds your hips and guides you down carefully, moaning louder than he should be. feeling his cock pierce and stretch you open. when you sit all the way down, hearing your heartbeat in your ears and your face turn red, johnny groans and bucks up just to get a whine out from you. 

“fuckin finally, baby, been wantin’ this eva since i laid eyes on ya. wonderin’ and stayin’ up so late jus’ thinkin’ about how tight an’ soft y’er little cunt would feel like. christ al’mighty—‘ts betta than wonderin’. might hafta make ye mine, bonnie.” 

your lower stomach aches and your clit twitches, the thought of him keeping you on top just so he can finish load after load in you gives you the need to bounce up and down to milk his cock. 

however, outside of the clumsy closed door of the break room, simon’s come to investigate where the hell the papers he asked for are. he notices the folder of important docs tossed on the heavy brown boxes in the hallway before hearing slight hurt sounds? in the room to the right, swear to god he’s gonna have to cuss whichever lazy sergeant it was that started this distraction. 

he takes a hand and rubs it down his angered expression, walks up to the door and just before touching the gold handle, he hears a soft moan,

“awh, oh—-yes, johnny—“

hm. right, okay then. gonna have to have a conversation about that. 

want some more cod?

[softaestluv]

Captain price who’s imaging bending you over his desk as soon as you’re assigned to his team.

It’s wrong, he knows it is, you’re his sergeant, but he tells himself as long as he doesn’t act on those thoughts he’s fine. He can imagine you all he wants, on your knees, mouth stuffed, eyes watering, gasping for air when he finally lets up.

He tells himself that atleast.

Tells himself that right up until you’re laid out on his desk, needy cunt grinding against the length of his cock because he told himself— told you, that it wasn’t wrong, long as his dick didn’t slip in.

But nothing soon turns into gritted comments of ‘Jus’ the tip ‘ts not wrong if ‘ts jus’ the tip darling.’

Except he can’t stop until he’s ball deep, head falling on your shoulder muttering something along the lines that he couldn’t help it, you felt too good sweet’art.

[goaskangel]

johnny can't get anything done with you around!!

cw :: fluff, slight smut aspect, he's a LITTLE BIT ANNOYING

johnny claims you just keep distracting him. rather, you’re just too distracting and that’s why he can’t get anything done.

the first time he mutters it, you laugh, roll your eyes, brush your thumb along the rough edge of his cheekbone. you kiss him—soft and sweet—and you nudge him out of your way, accepting his strange compliment.

you don’t notice it specifically, but it does stand out. it sticks, like he’s blaming you for something he secretly enjoys.

on days he’s at home, away from all the troubles that come with the 141 and military and stupid warm ups—-he still strains himself from the awful habit of waking up before sunrise. but instead of cold barracks or the hum of transport, he at least wakes up to the sight of your drooling face. he just yawns and grins, petting a few stray hairs away from your face as you shift a little with a cranky whine. he loves that sound, loves the way you wrinkle your nose and furrow your brows. he loves the way you burrow your head deeper into the pillows he insists to fluff up, like you’re trying to escape consciousness itself. still asleep, he just admires your resting face. 

hours go by and he’s whispering to himself about your sleepyhead. “aye, go on. drool on my pillow. i’ll let ye.” he kisses your forehead gently, “christ, bonnie… ye’ve no idea what ye do tae me.”

and you wake up by that probably 20th kiss, groggy yet well-rested, you instantly warm up and grin back at johnny’s clear admiration. it’s his one of his days off, can you blame him for laying there so peacefully—even if he’s been clearly staring at you. you wanna greet home with a good morning, handsome but notice the clock on his bedside table says fucking 12:30 p.m. instead, you bolt up to sit up, curse him out for not waking you up for the morning farmer’s market on weekends. 

“aye, well… maybe if ye didnae look so bloody sweet sleepin’, i’d remember what day it was.”

“johnny, that’s not fair. you can’t just say that everytime!”

“sit down, lass. too distractin’ for yer own good. market’s closed, my arms aren’t.” 

and you throw that same pillow in his inviting arms.

and it just keeps happening. you ask him for help in the kitchen, his arms go for your waist instead of the knives or dirty dishes. kissing your neck and smelling your hair, telling you how perfect you felt in his hands, how sweet you are. you can’t help but lean into it! god forbid you also think he’s even more distracting.

he treats you to dinner, late and with a reservation. you get all ready, so dolled up and in his favorite everything—favorite dress, heels, bag, perfect makeup. you say it’s all for you when he gets cocky to a certain extent, really it’s all for him (both can be true). he stays seated at the edge of your bed, waiting, as you finish up some final touches. you go to him to grab your bag and he just stops you, palms clinging to your waist again. stupid eyes looking you up and down, that dumb expression that’s just so love-drunk. he looks even sexier and clumsier with his attempt to look good for you, it gets your heart skipping beats anyway. 

god, and he just never shuts up. 

“lovely, bonnie… just lovely. could never replace ye. my girl, through an’ through. no one even comes close tae touchin’ ye. c’mere a minute—just a few more, aye? wanna take ye in proper—you’ve got a hair outta place right here—” he brushes it back, fingers lingering, “—drivin’ me mad.” he takes your hand and kisses it, a bunch. you almost melt, combing through his messy hair with your other hand. 

he spreads his legs a little wider, his thighs in those slacks, the kind of sight that makes your teeth ache with the urge to leave a mark. he guides you to sit on his lap. he doesn’t even have to say anything; his hands are already on your waist, guiding you down onto him like you belong there. just to admire you for a little more, he says. 

“ye look good enough tae ruin a man’s self‑control. mmm, lass, d’ya taste as good as ya look?” he’s careful enough to caress your face without ruining anything, even more gentle as to holding your face to kiss your sweet lips. a little lipstick transfer never hurt anyone, he’s man enough to handle it. he concludes, “mmyeah, seems ye are.” he rubs his palm up your thigh, you can’t help but spread your legs just a little for him.

the only time it really gets on your nerves is after. but he swears it’s not you’re being distracting, no, that would imply you’re doing something. he simply just means you exist, therefore he can’t get anything done. 

a/n :: so so sorry for the random hiatus guys! ive been craving to get back into writing and specifically posting. i hope everyone's doing good esp in this climate. i HOPE U ENJOY THIS I CANT GET SOAP OUT OF MY HEAD!!1

want some more cod?

[gothghostiie]

soap (chronic cervix kisser) who grinds his tip against your cervix and says theyre making out

[alohomorablue]

HAPPY NEW YEAR ERRYBODY ILY all have a GREAT 2014

[gloomwitchwrites]

John “Soap” MacTavish is the kind of guy who will take you out on a date, wear a t-shirt that’s a size too small, and flex his arm to convince you to eat off his bicep because that’s his way of flirting.

(It totally works.)

[theorphicangel]

thinking about truck driver!toji with a dad bod, soft belly and thick thighs and riding him on the couch when he comes back after a shift because of how much you've missed him after he's been driving all around the country......

[colonel-worm]

Riding Ghost and he just looks so good under you.

His hands holding your hips but he’s too lost to actually lift you, his head thrown back, his eyes rolling, his chest sweaty…

The oh-so-scary lieutenant finally dropping the facade; he looks much better like this, needy and shaking under you, muttering something you can’t quite understand, so you lean forward to hear him softly going:

“fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”

Well, since he asked…

[retiredteabag]

I just have this one Nanami thought, okay? He’s your diver and takes you literally anywhere you want to go. He doesn’t care about your schedule either, say the word and he’s on it.

He’d bring you out shopping just to tail you and let the car be the shopping cart, and when it rains, he’s walking you around himself with an umbrella so you can still spend all the money you want.

[qoins]

reader who can’t stop humping her older bf, toji… / a/n: i got tired and lazy, i have packing to do tmr

your hips roll in quick, uncoordinated movements against his leg, just like they had been five minutes ago. you’d been rubbing yourself against him for an hour now as he watches the football game, beer in one hand, your lower back against the other.

only a few minutes ago did you stop, out of breath with weak hips. he figured that after all that, you’d have to be worn out now. but no. after only five minutes, you’re back at it, whining even needier than before.

“jesus. you have the stamina of a rabbit,” he mutters, rubbing your lower back soothingly. your arms are hooked around his neck, trembling lips right under his jaw.

you can only really whine in response, hips stuttering at the sound of his voice. “i know, baby…” his deep, rich voice rumbles in his chest. “it’s okay, keep goin’. wish you’d just let me touch you properly, hun.”

your head shakes frantically. “wanna do it myself…” he can only sigh at that. stubborn as ever, you are.

the size difference makes it easy for him to readjust you, get your hips just right to make you feel the best. “can i at least get a little kiss then? since you won’t let me make you cum.”

your lips quickly find his, a fat smooch ringing in your ears. he takes advantage of this, moving his hand from your lower back up to your jaw, making you kiss him again. his fat tongue prods in your mouth, sloppily exploring it.

toji doesn’t hold back when he kisses. he’ll run his tongue over your teeth, back against your molars, then’ll spit in your mouth and won’t let you swallow it. this time is no different.

he tastes like the beer in his hand, mouth engulfing yours while he practically makes out with you like he’s eating pussy. your hips can only rut against him so much when you’re distracted by his mouth.

“let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

you’re drunk off his kisses, so horny you might cum just from his hands and his tongue down your throat.

suddenly his hands are guiding you, telling you how to cum without words. he knows your body better than you do, but won’t brag about it.

his beer is disregarded. he’s focused on you now. the thick meatiness of his thigh nudges right against your clit when he readjusts you, setting you up to make you cum. “feel that? god, i can feel it. your clit twitching like you’ve never been fucked… you gonna cum for me, baby?”

of course you are. thats the only thing you want right now.

“then do it.”

[quarterlifekitty]

You’re in ghosts phone as “DO NOT FUCKING ANSWER” and he’s in yours as “DO NOT CALL EVER” and everyone assumes it’s because you’re messy exes that keep falling back into each other’s toxic orbits but the truth is that like every time you call ghost while he’s deployed you end up crying about how you miss him and it totally breaks his heart and makes him sulk for the rest of the mission because he wants to go home so bad. So every time he’s home you’re like “okay I promise I won’t call anymore” and he’s like “I promise I won’t pick up if you do” but guess who keeps calling and guess who keeps fucking picking up anyways