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Guys I might be going crazy... He might actually be my number 1
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I Hope one day to see my daughter promoting the BNWO like this ♠️
Shower Secrets. (MDNI 18+)
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The dim fluorescent lights of the temporary base flickered like dying stars as your boots crunched against the gravel outside.
The mission had dragged on for weeks—endless patrols through dust-choked villages, the constant hum of rotors overhead, and nights where sleep was a luxury stolen in snatches.
Your muscles ached like they'd been forged in fire, every joint protesting as you slung your pack off your shoulder. The 141 had made it back in one piece, but barely.
Price was already barking orders for debrief, Soap cracking jokes to mask the fatigue, Gaz nursing a bruised ego from a close call.
And then there was Ghost—Simon—Your shadow in the field, the one who always had your six without a word.
Pleaseee I need him so badly.. He looked so good in the new COD MW 4 trailer!!! Had to do a lil sum..
The weight between us. (MDNI 18+) for this req!
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The transport back from this mission felt longer than any deployment. Not because of distance—but because of what waited at the end of it. Silence. Stillness. Civilian life that never quite fit anymore.
You sat across from Ghost, boots braced against the floor, arms folded, skull mask hiding everything except those eyes. Always those eyes. They flicked to you every so often, quick, unreadable, like he was checking you were still there.
You always were.
You had been for months. Through gunfire, dirt, blood, sleepless nights, shared rations, and the kind of quiet that only exists when both of you are too exhausted to pretend you’re okay.
Friends. That’s what everyone called it.
You weren’t sure that word had ever been… accurate.
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Ghost with a sleeptalking partner
pairing: Simon Riley x gn!reader cw: mentions of sleeptalking, honestly just fluff wc: 1085 an: STAWWPP this is so cute, i had so much fun writing this. I used to sleepwalk (and talk) like crazy, so maybe im projecting here. I might like this version more than Price's. Enjoy!!
To say Ghost’s sleeping schedule was thoroughly fucked would be an understatement. Even before he enlisted, he’d had his fair share of reasons to indulge in insomnia. Sleep had never come easy to him, no matter what pills he took, which meditation techniques Gaz wouldn’t shut up about, or the amount of times Soap had offered to knock him out with the butt of his gun—tempting, but not sustainable.
Which is why it was so jarring to have met you. A soldier, hardened by bloodshed and angry COs who, somehow, was able to fall asleep on command. At first, it was odd to find you sleeping in every possible place, flat surface available or not. Briefing room, supply tent, comms building, mess hall—sometimes your head would fall against a table, sometimes you’d be seated, sometimes, somehow, you’d be standing up, asleep like a mummy.
He didn’t understand how you’d developed the habit—not until he slept with you for the first time. It was that night, when both of you were covered with a shit blanket that did little to keep out the cold, that he realized why you were exhausted all the time.
You talked in your sleep. And not just talked—you rambled like crazy. It made sense why you got no rest, given you spent most of your time asleep arguing with people who didn’t exist.
Attractive Things Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Does Pt.II
simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader, sprinkled with mentions of soap, price, graves, gaz
genre: fluff
warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, graves being flirty
synopsis: some more attractive habits/quirks that ghost does that make the reader weak in the knees! headcanon edition!
a.n. i’m overwhelmed with the amount of support I’ve gotten for the first one so I drafted this as quickly as I could to show how grateful I am! <3 also your comments/reblog hashtags make me cACkLE,, pls keep it coming! *quietly posts this and runs away*
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𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ simon riley is a dry texter. especially in the beginning stages of your connection.
he’ll say: Ok (like a fuckin millennial parent) sure, I don’t know, copy.
usually its radio silence from him
but the one thing he’ll happily respond to is your texts. well. try. he never did good morning texts. but silly you loved to send them even though he was in the damn kitchenette, and you 10ft away brushing your teeth in the bathroom. always grunted and furrowed his brow “mad woman.” when his phone pinged.
but one morning you were doing your hair early for a cute lunch date with him, on call with your “bestie,” he’d already forgotten the name of. hearing your squeals he was going to enter to tell you if you wanted the pink cat cafe or the book nook one (which you liked both depending on ur mood) and then:
“well this morning i woke up and for the first time i saw a good mornin luv from him thought i was goin crazy. but he SENT it. the absolute brute of a man texted me. I got him to SUBMIT, next, I’m putting him on his knees.”
and hearing the smile in your voice, the giddiness and the excitement, he paused & suddenly changed ur name to: muffin baby
because in ur phone he was muffin daddy.
and just to see the same excitement in ur face again, even more, he’d done it.
You liked that. matchy matchy things
and then he walked off quietly, swiped to your text bar and typed: “do put me on my knees, luv.”
minutes later he heard a scream erupt from your shared room.
Simon "Ghost" Riley Headcanons <3
Hey guys, I hope you all like this! Keep in mind that these are my personal head-canons, so you may disagree or feel that some are inaccurate. I would love to hear feedback from anyone, just please keep it respectful.
Simon runs hot, it's not necessarily something he's conscious of, but for someone like yourself who runs cold, it's great having your own personal heater. In the winter months, you'll be tucked under the covers with him, multiple blankets covering your cold body but it still won't be enough. He'll throw his big, meaty arm over you, pulling you tight to his chest. You'll snuggle into the crook of his neck with a sigh and press your cold feet against him, making him groan ( though he would never make his sweet girl move). He secretly loves that you snuggle up to him almost every night, there's no where he'd rather be than with you all pressed against him cutely.
No matter how much he washes his clothes, he always smells faintly of gun oil and smoke. It's a deep, woody, masculine scent that lingers throughout your shared flat even when Simon's on deployment. You'd be mortified if he caught you, but sometimes you find yourself inhaling his scent off anything you can find, sweatshirts, old worn down t-shirts, even his pillowcase. When he gets back from deployment, you'll run up to him, embracing him and pressing your nose to his chest and (what you consider subtly) inhaling your man's scent. Little do you know, Simon is quite aware of your little secret, in fact, he finds it soo attractive that you find comfort in his scent. Of course, he would never embarrass his sweet little bird, it's your secret, for now.
Simon loves you, you really do know that. But sometimes it can be hard for him to show it on the outside. When you're asleep though, well that's a whole different story. He'll stroke your hair, pull you closer where you're curled against his chest, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Only after your soundly snoring does he allow himself to succumb to sleep. And in the morning, when the sun is shining slightly through the curtains creating a golden halo around you, he can't help but smile down at you lovingly while wrapping a protective arm around you. Nothing will ever come between him and his bird, not as long as he has something to do with it.
Ahhh! Hope you all enjoyed, feel free to drop a comment or message me through my asks! <33
How else are you supposed to bond with your bestie….?
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dont disturb his beauty sleep soap bonus below thecut:
Seeing sweet (stalker)neighbor Simon outside of the shitty apparent. <3 more parts of him here- here- and here!!
Tw: (slight stalking.)
It’s a rough morning for you.
Cat vomit on your rug, coffee grounds in your early morning cup of Joe, your clothes not sitting right on your skin. Everything seems to be going wrong for you today.
Slamming you cup into the sink you rush out the door, late. Because, of course you’re late.
And of all days, the day you needed to be early to work to set up a meeting.
The day seemed against you.
The morning air wraps around you but does little to soothe the simmering anger under your skin as you march to work.
So lost in your thoughts you don’t see the man slowly walking in front of you.
Only to stop dead in your tracks, running into what you can only assume is a human wall.
A masked man with dark eyes chuckles at you.
You snap your head up to meet his eyes, when recognition slaps you out of your bad mood.
“Simon?”
He nods, taking a step to the side to keep you away from the street as cars pass.
“Seems you’re in a hurry.”
You drag your hands over your face.
“I’m so late, you don’t even understand the day I’m having.”
His eyes crinkle above his mask.
“I’ll walk with you.”
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Simon knew something was wrong the minute you didn’t rush out of the door at 9.
He left long before you could realize Simon wasn’t there for you to say good morning to.
The lucky charm that set heavy in his pocket reminded him just how important it was to look after you.
Stupid bird you are.
Someone had to.
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Your eyes tiredly move to your clock sitting on your nightstand. 12:00 AM shines brightly back in your face making you squint.
Something like a groan leaves your lips as you toss once again in your bed, sheets ruffled with exhaustion.
You’ve been laying here for way too long, sleep avoiding you like a cat in a bath. Sitting up, your body aches with the tension you hold.
Your stomach twists and churns into knots with hunger, your mouth filling with saliva as an intense wave of nausea hits you.
Not enough to make you gag, just enough for you to hold your stomach cursing.
“Damn it, wish I ate.”
Huffing, you throw off your warm covers and move to your front door, giving into your relentless growing stomach.
You move down the eerily hallways of your apartment building, the wallpaper cracking and peeling from the walls.
The walk to the convenient store near by goes by quickly.
You’re still dressed in your pajamas, bunny slippers warming your toes as you enter the small, suspicious gas station.
You walk to the aisle your feet take you to, standing in front of a colorful array of chips and sweets.
Nothing and everything looks good.
Footsteps approach you from your side, out of instinct you look over to see a familiar hulking sized man.
A smile pulls at your lips, almost embarrassed to be so casually dressed.
He’s not even looking at you, his attention dead set on the snacks sitting in front of you.
“Simon?”
You chuckle, his name sounding repetitive after the other morning of literally running into him.
Like he just noticed your presence, Simon looks over at you only to look back at the food with a stillness in his features.
“You been walkin’ a lot.”
He says without any hint to what he’s thinking.
You sigh, reaching for your go to snack.
“Can’t find my car-keys anywhere.”
You look at him with an exhausted expression, more tired than any sleep could fix.
“And trust me, I’ve looked everywhere.”
He clicks his tongue.
“Not safe at night.”
Too tired to argue you nod, honestly you do agree. It’s not safe, especially around this area. You open your mouth to reply when his rough voice cuts you off.
“Let me drive you home.”
He adds as he turns to face you.
“We literally live in the same building.”
You shake your head no, an embarrassment flushing your cheeks.
“What, no Simon it’s fine.”
You stammer.
“Plus we’re only like—“
Again he cuts you off, this time with a stern look that makes your spine tingle.
“I’m taking you home. Check out, and let’s go.”
Now flustered and exhausted you rush to the counter to pay.
You leave with your snacks in hand, climbing into Simon Riley’s beat up Chevy.
He leaves empty handed, minus the extra car key sitting in his pocket.
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Simon sits in his truck a while after you leave.
His knuckles white around the steering wheel as he watches you walk inside the building.
Something loosening in his chest when he sees the third floor second window over go from pitch black to warm with light only a few minutes after you leave.
He lets go, hitting the back of his seat with a soft thud.
Exhaling harshly through his nose.
Safe.
He’s spent the last week watching you walk. Noticing how you never check over your shoulder, not even once.
He clicked his tongue at the thought, shutting his door a little too harshly once he gets home.
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By the time the bus makes it to the grocery store your hands are sweaty with anxiety.
So many people, all sitting way too close, a man having the confidence to brush against you during the ride. Your mind immediately runs through the worst possible case scenarios that could happen.
You gasp as you shove your way out of the automatic doors.
Feeling an automatic rush of relief, as you step farther away into the less crowded streets.
A couple feet away, your eye catches a large shadow moving across the street.
Your gaze stays there, only for a moment before you move back to your original mission.
“Fuck, need more coffee.”
You mutter underneath your breath, taking a turn towards the supermarket.
Maybe it was the bus ride, maybe it’s the lack of caffeine and sleep in your system but with every step you take, you hear another one.
But, everytime you turn you see nothing.
Not a person.
Not Simon.
You swallow the unease building in your chest as you quickly walk into the grocery store.
“One thing. In and out.”
You tell yourself like that will make this feeling go away.
As you walk down the isles you’re looking over your shoulder, turning too quickly at the sound of a squeaky cart and bumping into almost everything in your way.
You’ve never felt like such a scary cat until now.
You fiddle with your phone that’s been sitting heavy in your pocket.
You walk around in circles, going nowhere.
You chew at your cheek until you taste metal.
You spot two doors that lead to somewhere tucked away, above the doors read a sign that you ignore as you push past the metal doors leading you to what you can only assume is the back.
There’s crates full of packaged foods giving you the perfect wall to hide in, if someone was really on your tail.
The glow of your screen illuminates your face as you unlock your phone with shaky hands.
The metal doors you just entered from slowly creak open. Your breath gets caught in your throat.
Someone was following you.
Your finger hits the call button on Simon’s contact, using your last ditch effort.
It rings.
Then.
In the quiet of the room, another phone begins to buzz…
A little list for Stalker Simon Riley <3
In case there’s any confusion.
Stalker neighbor simon in order!!
Part 1.
Breaker box.
Part 2.
Chicken and dumplings.
Part 3
Late night calls.
Part 4
Simon stealing your keys.
Part 5
Simon watching you <3
AN: geez, I didn’t realize he had so many parts till now. Oops.
everytime i post on ig it flops pls tumblr don’t let me down lol anyway here‘s pookie 🫶🏻
i did a part 2 hehe click here 💕
living with simon riley is more like living with a large, slightly scary dog than a man.
he’s quiet, low-maintenance - as long as he gets his hour or two of exercise a day. skip it and he gets restless.
right before dinner he appears in the kitchen doorway like clockwork, staring at you with a hopeful, wide eyed look that says “feed me, please.”
when he’s home from ops, he follows you from room to room without a word - your silent, ever present shadow. if you leave for work, he’s waiting by the front door when you get back, like he’s been lurking there for hours.
and every morning when he wakes up hard, pressed right against your ass? he humps against you like a horny mutt who’s forgotten all his manners.