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Currently, I write about Call of Duty, especially Ghost and König. My writing is very much related to my life and my experiences, so you may find themes of:
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College, school life, and the bucketload of issues that come with it
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People refuse to believe ghost when he tells them he's dating you. Because...well...ghost is weird.
He wears a mask around base all the time, seems to communicate solely in grunts when he's not making a disturbing joke, and ignores social cues like a text from an angry ex.
The team genuinely refuses to believe that the guy who hums lullabies while sniping and acts like a creature only recently introduced to humans is dating...you.
You, the steaming hot mechanic who contracts on base. You're the kind of catch anyone in their right mind would be taking a chance for at least once, as evidence by the fact you've been flirted with by everyone in the 141 before.
They only believe it when ghost has to go sign some papers for trashing another vehicle during training, and you just so happen be the mechanic available for once.
"Another one, si? C'mon baby, you promised to calm down..." you tease, only taking a moment to offer the guys a sweet smile before looking back at ghost with hearts in your eyes "what was it this time? Hm?"
Ghost only smiles all dopey when you roll up his mask to plant a peck on his lips, grunting "got a stiffy thinkin' of you....also saw a spider. Little distracted. Would've bled out thinkin' aboot yer lips."
You snort, press a firmer kiss to his lips and pat him on the hip "love you too, si. Since you're here, I packed extra lunch, it's in my area."
Ghost robotically walks off, a bit alien and a bit like a zombie with his mask still rolled up. Not smiling, but...not exactly frowning like usual.
You watch him walk off with an absolutely smitten expression of your own, and only notice gaz standing next to you when he asks, "the hell do you see in him?"
You sigh, thinking of the time ghost once jumped into a frozen river and spent a night in medical because someone said he had a fish facr.
Johnny, even if he's a demolitions expert and damn good with his hands, cannot for the life of him paint his own nails.
Why is he painting his nails? He found a colour he really liked and thought, why not. Not like anyone would be brave enough to say anything to him, if they were he'd just bite their head off. Easy.
But for fucks sake, why isn't it drying faster, it's annoying as fuck because every time he thinks it's dry it's just- not.
He's spent almost four hours on them and he's frustrated. But he ain't a quitter, especially when he's this invested now.
So after a few more grueling hours of trying to get the hang of it, he's pretty happy with the results. They're not perfect and probably not entirely dry yet again, but he can't be assed to do them again.
And next morning, when Ghost glances at them, raises an amused eyebrow and murmurs, in that low, lovely voice of his, "Think you can do mine next?"
Well, Johnny is damn happy with his painted nails.
hockey player!simon who’s got a banged up nose and absolutely throttles the shit out of people. he’s fast on skates, he’s fucking mean as hell on the ice. nicknamed ghost for how he haunts the dumbass with the puck.
hockey player!simon who pins someone up against the glass, snatching the puck up and chuckling to himself before tossing it to his teammate, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish who slides in and scores for the fucking team.
hockey player!simon. something about how he gets angry on the rink, smearing blood on the fucking ice as he shoves someone a little too hard to get them off of hockey player! kyle.
hockey. player. simon.
am i writing this in the middle of the hockey game? yeah. god forbid.
simon ‘ghost’ riley who never bothered learning how to flirt properly so is just horribly blunt with you all the time.
“tits look good in yer top love.” uttered with a straight face over his coffee mug in the morning. “makes me want to fuck ‘em.”
bend over in front of him to pick something up? he's groaning and tipping his head back, palming himself through his jeans with a, “fuckin’ christ love, look at you. perfect fuckin’ arse. c'mere, don't walk away when I'm picturin’ you face first on the carpet.”
it's worse if he's had a few drinks. he can't help but tell the lads how his “missus ‘as the prettiest cunt I've ever fuckin’ seen.” before abruptly leaving so he can go home and see it for himself.
and when he does get home with whiskey on his breath and smoke laced through his clothes? he just pulls you to the edge of the sofa; your pajama bottoms and underwear gone before you can blink. “there she is.” he mutters, spreading you open with two fingers and dropping a kiss on your clit. “there's my pretty little thing.”
Konig loves to wear grey sweatpants at home. He loves it because it’s comfortable and loose, hanging low on his waist.
You fucking hate it. Because every time you see him, you feel yourself start to turn into a dog, mouth watering at the sight. He doesn’t wear underwear at home, says they’re too restrictive. You can clearly see the outline of his through the soft fabric of his pants.
Big oblivious man doesn’t know why you’re pouncing on him all the time, he’s just happy to be there.
Maybe next time you should buy him white sweatpants, the kind that turns sheer when the sunlight hits just right.
Soap finds out the bathtub in his hotel room has a ceiling mirror. He gets an idea and I imagine he spends alot of time getting just the right photo. XD
Ghost is on a mission and Soap fully expects ghost to not answer at all xD
✨ There's a part 2 for this coming :3 ✨
This is ALL thanks to the wonderful @wormwoodartemisia 😘♥️♥️ for that glorious inspo photo and the whole setting! What would I do without you darling??? 🫂🫂♥️
No thoughts just ghost with a hyposensitive!reader...
It's embarrassing, something you avoided talking with Simon about even though you know you should. How you just...don't feel as much down there as you should. Fingers hardly do anything for you, and even vibrators need a bit of a rough hand to really get you off.
Most men you've been with didn't exactly...take well to the news.
Which is why ghost's reaction shocked you so much. When you told him it'd likely take hours to get you off if he decided to use his mouth like he wanted, you expect him to scoff or get defensive.
You don't expect the growled "fuckin' perfect, love." Before he hauled you to the bedroom.
Which is how you learn that ghost can genuinely spend hours with his face shoved between your thighs, lapping and sucking at you more for his own enjoyment than anything. The first time he spent so long sucking on your clit, fingers rubbing inside you, that by the time you finally rolled into your first orgasm his fingers had pruned.
Now it's like a routine to destress.
Ghost pops in his earbuds, picks a nice Playlist, and gets to work, meanwhile you spend a few hours reading the new romance book gaz recommended. He spends hours eating you, savoring you. Sometimes you don't cum, just enjoy the sensations, but it's always good. Ghost doesn't make you feel ashamed or bad because you don't act how others think you should.
....the fact he almost always walks away with three loads in his boxers from humping the cushions is an added plus.
Simon is such a dog person to me. I love the concept of big scary man with huge friendly dog. He’s made a couple of friends with the other dog owners in the neighbourhood this way, with his dog running to greet his friends and Simon having to engage in small talk with the owner. Probably talks to his dog a lot, makes little comments throughout the day that his dog will listen attentively to.
(And yes, his dog was a stray. Did he mean to adopt? No. Probably found a tiny pup hiding behind a trash can one day and slowed his steps to check on it. Before he knew it, he had a dog in his house.)
Johnny is a bird person. Maybe it’s because his Mohawk somehow reminds me of a bird person, but I can imagine him keeping birds on his balcony. Probably tries to teach them a swear word or two, and will proudly show off videos of his little birdies chirping out “yer a cunt” over and over again. His neighbours hate him. If his hair is ruffled it’s probably because one of them tried to groom him, and his grumbles to “ge’off me ya wee bastard” were pointedly ignored. If you wanna add insult to injury, his bird learns a new phrase that day.
Kyle is a cat whisperer. He knows all the street cats in his area, and they adore him. Twirling around his feet to greet him whenever they see him, purring while he gives them little scratches… thankfully he’s only seen them approach one at a time, because he would hate for a cat fight over territory to break out. Isn’t proud to admit that he’s observed and ranked the cats in terms of battle ability. He thinks the fat orange one is the strongest contender.
I don’t think Price is much of an animal lover, probably has enough dealing with his monkeys muppets soldiers at work. He does think it’s impressive how Soap trained his birds. Ghost tries to subtly and nonchalantly bring up the fact that his dog learnt to roll over in later conversations.
