hello everyone! i would like to apologize for my sudden disappearance but i haven't really had the time nor the motivation to write anything that is worth to post, so i didn't really even bother to be active on this account lol
anyways the main reason im posting right now because i saw that all of my requests that i had in my inbox suddenly disappeared?? and the drafts i had with those that i already started, disappeared too. luckily i have a few that i started writing in my notes too so i remember what they were but with the rest i wasn't that lucky. :/ did this happen to anyone before or am i just dumb?? LMAO
lists of request that i have currently saved:
könig sick comfort
argument hcs w ghost and soap
injured/near death experience w ghost
i'll be posting these soon. ( ﾟдﾟ)..(hopefully)
to those, whose request disappeared i am so sorry and feel free to send another!! xx
What about the cod boys (any of them but please könig included ,,^ ^,,) with a reader that has a touch of the tism/adhd and starts to slowly mirror and mimic their accents? Cause I do that and I think it would be funny to see their reactions
John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Rodolfo Parra, and König
Headcanons
John “Soap” MacTavish
- Soap would be so entertained the first time he hears you speak with a Scottish accent. He would think you did it on purpose in the beginning, until he notices how you are sounding more and more Scottish in your everyday life.
- He still thinks it’s funny and cute though. Hed end up asking about it, which makes you realize you’ve been doing it. It probably makes you embarrassed, but he just smiles, kisses your cheek, and tells you he thinks it fits you well.
- Soap cackles when you start using his ways of speaking, the kind that has Ghost telling him to speak English. Especially when he sees the look on Ghosts face when you and Soap have a whole conversation that he can’t keep up with.
Simon “Ghost” Riley
- Is it here I should mention if hc that Ghost is on the autism spectrum? He just gives me that vibe.
- Ghost probably starts copying some of your accent too if you have one, but it would be you copying him more. Neither of you would realize until someone asks if you’re from Manchester. That’s when you both realize you’ve been doing it and you two have a little laugh about it.
- He thinks its kinda cute, so he won’t make you stop copying his accent. It makes him feel closer to you in some way, like its something special between the two of you.
- Ghost would find it very entertaining if the accent gets thicker if your drunk, he jokes that you are more British than he is when you get so drunk only he can really understand you with how thick the accent gets.
Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra
- Rudy thinks its so cute when you start to sound more and more like him, he especially loves how you pronounce words and how they roll of your tongue. He loves when you speak Spanish too, because you sound more and more like a local even if you’re not.
- At some point you two end up just speaking a lot of Spanish together, Alejandro joins in too of course.
- Rudy kisses you lovingly if you get embarrassed about copying him without realizing. He would tell you he doesn’t see it as a problem, and it just makes you more lovely to him.
- You both use Spanish pet names after a while because you’ve just started picking up his vocabulary at some point. Rudy gets flustered the first time you use one of the pet names he uses for you out of the blue.
- Alejandro definitely teases you both about this.
König
- König is a little confused when you start to sound more Austrian, but he just assumes its something that happens when you are around someone for so long.
- He thinks its sweet when you use German words in passing like he does, since it’s just something you’ve picked up in passing.
- König would at some point ask you about it and you explain the whole, copying accents thing that happens sometimes with people who are on the spectrum. He would listen with interest and be like “that’s neat” and go back to cuddling.
- He mutters all kinds of sweet words to you in German and at some point, you start using the sweet words for him too, which always makes him blush and cover his face.
- König laughs when at some point you yell at someone in German, because you’ve heard him do it during missions and just started copying him.
so i got this request which i won't be showing in case it might trigger someone nor will i tag the person who requested this bc im not sure if he would be comfortable with it. i've never written about sh hurt comfort before, simply because i didn't feel like i could do justice for the comfort part but i tried my best and tried to make it not so triggering. your media consumption is your own responsibility, please proceed carefully and do not read if you're not in the right mindset. if you're struggling, i know it's hard but please reach out to a loved one or even me. you're not alone, you matter.
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price:
it was purely on accident that he saw your scars. he wouldn't mention it to you but he would ask around, people you interact with if they've heard or seen anything. when they asked questions he would simply shut them down or use his rank and pull the "classified information" card. he wouldn't really know what to do, given he's your superior so it was kind of his responsibility, so he got in touch with kate to help him find a therapist. his first instinct is to get professional help if needed. he would invite you to his office so it's just the two of you and make you comfortable, even make you a cup of tea. he would approach the topic carefully and wouldn't force you to tell anything you didn't want to, reassure you that he's not upset, he just wants to help. if you refuse to get a therapist it's okay, he completely understands and will offer you to talk to him instead. he may come off as stern sometimes but it's just because he genuinely cares so much about you and is worried constantly, no matter how old the scars are. he would try to think of alternatives for you to put that energy into if you still struggle and would be there anytime to comfort you. he kinda acts like a dad (like w everyone bruh)
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ghost:
oh sweet lord this man. he kind of had a feeling when he noticed that even in the hottest weather you only wore long sleeved clothes. he would notice them when your sleeve and the somewhat shorts you had on accidentally rolled up. you just ignored his eyes burning holes through you, given it was normal for him to just stare menacingly at anyone. (not on purpose tho he just looks mean by default) i wouldn't say it would trigger him, but it would definitely stir up some unpleasant feelings inside of him because of his past. he knows exactly how you feel and wants to help you, no matter if you're a friend or just some rando at the base. just like price he would approach the subject carefully, knowing well how hard it is to reach out for help and how it's even harder to open up and actually talk about it. he isn't the best at comforting but he's is a damn good listener and he'll let you know that if you need him don't hesitate to talk to him even if it feels useless. will crack those stupid jokes of his to make you feel better lol tbh i feel like he would be the best kind of person to open up to because he relates so much, he completely understands the feeling of being ashamed of self-destructive activities and would be the sweetest during a relapse. would caress gently the older scars on your body if you allow him to :(<3
he strikes me as a very straightforward person bc of the graves scene. my dude just straight up told the cabrón to stfu (as he should!!) so based on this i think as soon as he sees he's all up in your business. of course not with the intention to make you uncomfortable but he just wants to make sure you're okay and is absolutely willing to help whether it's finding a therapist or just giving a shoulder to lean on. he values every single person in his life and would literally do anything for them and obviously you're no exception. ngl it would be kind of uncomfortable and awkward as you're not used to so much attention especially surrounding your mental health, but he just wants to do good and he's willing to do anything to help and i mean anything. you need a break from work? done. a hug? you don't even have to ask. he will do everything for you if you feel too drained to do even basic things such as cooking meals, helping you shower if you're comfortable with that and etc. basically becomes a househusband for you!
hii! saw your post so im here to request some fluff :3 how about some sleepy morning cuddles w poly soapghost x m!reader?? thank you!
Warmth of the Sun and a Ghost
Pairing: Poly!SoapGhost x Male Reader
Word Count: 550
Masterlist
The sun pouring through the curtains forced you out of your sleep. You groaned, trying to force your face further into the back of the neck of the man in front of you, arms squeezing around his waist tighter than they were before. You heard a mirrored groan from in front of you and an annoyed sigh followed.
“Would you two let me up?” Ghost grumbles. He’d been stuck in between yourself and Soap last night. You got to sleep behind him, wrapped against his body while Soap nestled under Ghost’s chin. It was a strange position for him to be in, since he was generally the first one up out of the three of you while yourself and Soap liked to stay in bed for just a moment longer.
“C’mon, Si. Give us a few more minutes,” Soap’s voice was muffled as he buried his face back into the front of Ghost’s neck. “Yer warm.”
Ghost huffed but didn’t try to move to get out from in between the two of you. You pressed your lips against the back of Ghost’s neck, pressing a short kiss to it. “Do you want up?” You ask, ignoring the whine of protest Soap gave.
You heard Ghost let out another breath before me mumbled out a no. He felt you smile against the back of his neck and Soap smirk against the front of it. A grumble vibrated in his throat as you and Soap wrapped back around him.
Soap was right, Ghost was warm. He felt like a furnace even through the fabric of his shirt. It was something you'd grown to adore and on cold nights, you found yourself almost engulfing the man in bed.
Your hand slipped under the tshirt Ghost was wearing to rest on his skin. You heard him sigh quietly as you rubbed into the skin just above his hip. “Johnny’s right,” you murmur, slipping your hand over his side to rest on his stomach. “You’re warm.”
Soap’s hand joined yours on Ghost’s tummy and you heard his giggle catch in his throat. Ghost’s tummy twitched under your fingers and he let out a sigh when you trailed it further up his shirt to rest on his chest. Soap wrapped his arm around Ghost’s waist to rest his hand on the lieutenant’s back with a quiet hum of content.
You’d be hard pressed to get Ghost to admit he enjoyed being squished between both of his two boyfriends. He loved having you pressed against his back, your legs tangled with his and your arm wrapped around his waist. Loved feeling Soap curled up against his front, hands fisted into Ghost’s shirt with his head tucked comfortably under the man’s chin.
Ghost let out a quiet breath as you peppered soft kisses along the back of his neck before he rolled over enough to press a few short kisses to your lips with a low hum. When Ghost pulled back, Soap sat up to kiss you, cupping your face to bring you closer to him.
These lazy mornings were rare, even rarer for Ghost to stay with the both of you. The three of you let the early morning sun warm your bodies for a long while, simply enjoying the presence of the other two in bed.
my first language isn't english so i apologize if smth doesn't make sense LMAO
im neurodivergent (probably audhd) and as you can tell my current hyperfixation is cod. i'm also very interested in airsoft/tactical gear, motorcycles and art!! i make edits sometimes as well :D
i'll mostly write cod fics but maybe in the future i might write for other fandoms, im not sure. i won't write a dni list bc it's useless but i'll block anyone that makes me uncomfortable in the slightest.
if you perhaps want to be friends or just need someone to talk to don't be afraid to drop a dm! <3
summary: simon gets injured on a mission while protecting you. he doesn't have a clue why you're making such a big deal out of it so you confront him about your feelings that have been bottled up for months.
warnings/tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, blood and injury (just mentioned), gn reader, 2nd pov
apologies for anything that's grammatically incorrect!
also posted on ao3!
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you are furious. not only did simon jump in front of a goddamn bullet that was meant for you, almost costing him his life but he has been disobeying both the head physician's and price's orders to stay put and not do anything that might put a strain on his injury or make it worse. you had caught him sneaking out of the shared gym at the base while clutching his side, right where his wound was. you two haven't spoken since the whole incident but you decided enough is enough and you refuse to let it go on like this any longer.
"simon, open up." you say, voice stern but still somewhat quiet while knocking on his door. you knew you did not have to raise your voice.
you hear the door squeak when simon opens it but stops before it can even go halfway. you can only see one of his eyes, his balaclava still on.
"what do you want?" his deep voice makes you tremble slightly. you almost forgot how easy it is for him to leave you weak in the knees.
"we need to talk."
"about what?" he huffs, clearly annoyed that you are "wasting" his precious time.
"you know damn well about what. are you gonna let me in or do you want the whole squad to hear?" you sent a mocking smile his way and you could see him rolling his eye, but it worked. the door creaked some more as you shut it behind yourself.
you've been in his room before. late-night conversations with one or two "cuppas" as simon calls them. finding comfort in each other from time to time after a flashback or a nightmare. you like to think that you two are close but with simon "ghost" riley you never know. you respect his privacy and he respects yours. no intimate information was ever shared between you or at least none you were already aware of. it was to "keep things" professional." he said. you know he doesn't even consider you a friend, more like somewhat of a co-worker but even that didn't stop you from developing romantic feelings for him. romance and feelings aren't your strong suit, but with him, it just happened.
most people would describe him as ruthless, terrifying and such. it was true. ghost was indeed a brutal person, but not simon. the man who stayed up with you countless times, rubbed your back while you were puking your guts out after a drinking game with soap went a bit too far, and all the other times that you couldn't thank him enough. not to mention those stupid jokes he makes all the time even out on the field.
"you're an asshole." you sigh. he doesn't say a thing but you could see in his eyes that he didn't expect that. "you had no right to do that."
"i saved your life and the mission was a success. i don't know what's your problem but if you continue whining like a little bitch, you might as well leave." he said in a tone you only hear when he's giving orders.
"my problem is that you almost fucking died for nothing simon!" you can feel the heat rising to your face in anger, jabbing at his chest.
you can almost feel tears of frustration peek through your eyes but there is no way you can let yourself cry in front of him. not like this.
his eyes widen for a split second then they go back to cold and wrathful.
"you were bleeding out in my arms because of a mistake that i made!" your voice cracked as you felt the lump in your throat grow and you look away from him.
"you don't get to do shit like that simon. what if things didn't work out huh? what would johnny and the others do if you died? do you have any idea-"
you don't finish, feeling your voice get strained as the seconds go by. "we- i don't want to lose you." you say, so quiet it barely counts as a whisper but he hears it just fine.
you bring yourself to look up at him again and he no longer has a harsh glare in his eyes. they have softened up, pupils slightly dilated. you can see his mask moving as if he is trying to open his mouth but he doesn't say a thing. you find the courage to take a step towards him.
it's so silent you can clearly hear your and his breaths filling the room. you raise a hand to touch his mask but he grabs your wrist and pulls you even closer and places it on his chest instead. he leans in and rests his forehead on your shoulder, hand still gripping yours. his deep voice flows to every inch of your body as he mumbles a small apology right into your ear. the hand that is lazily hanging from your side goes to caress his back. this is the first time he let you this close to him so you close your eyes to savor every last drop of this moment, even though the position you two are in is awkward and almost uncomfortable.
you decide to speak up, anger no longer present within your words. "loving you is hard.." you felt him stiffen up. "..but losing you would be much harder." you tightened your grip on him.
"we're not ordinary people, we can't afford love nor any stupid feelings in this line of work. if you're compromised mistakes are made. we both know what mistakes lead to, one wrong move and it's over." simon says leaning back, so he could look into your eyes.
you blink once, then twice and he is mere inches away from your face. his hand slowly pushes up yours to his face, under his mask. he closes his eyes, letting you do whatever you pleased. you steadily push up his balaclava, giving him a chance to back out if he wished to. he lets out a heavy sigh with a slight nod encouraging you to keep going, that it was okay. you trust him. of course you trust him, yet you close your eyes and lift it up in one go. you do not feel worthy of such thing as seeing him whole. are you even ready for this? is he ready for this? probably not. large, calloused hands touch your face. your eyes flinch together even more at the sudden contact. you feel like a fool.
you feel his thumbs caress over your eyebrows, his touch is so gentle you could cry.
"hey...c'mon now. open your eyes or are you scared i'm that ugly?" you snort at his ridiculous way of trying to lighten up the mood as you can hear him smiling into his words. you lean forward and press your face right into his chest.
"you're an idiot." you babbled into him, speech muffled. you finally look up at him and almost let out a gasp.
he was beautiful. strong jaw, plump scarred lips, long hooked nose, and-
oh..
those soft baby blues decorated with long blonde lashes, black paint smeared all around still. you've seen them stare at someone with the intention of killing, like a wild animal waiting for the right opportunity to strike, empty and hollow, red and glossy after a bad night but this... this is so much more, it's almost too much. at this very moment, his eyes are full of adoration and love but you're not even sure you can describe with words what you're seeing and feeling. everything is so intense you can't help but grip simon's waist. he lets out a small grunt and you feel your stomach sink and your face heat up at the sound he let slip. you part your lips and let your tongue run along your bottom lip while still maintaining eye contact. you're not sure who's the first one to reach the other but all you know is that you're kissing.
it's not romantic or soft. it's needy, clumsy, teeth clanking together and biting at each other. you feel a rough brush of a scar and it's like you're going to melt on his lips and then he would swallow you whole. it's euphoric and bitter at the same time. his taste is suffocating, like breathing in air after an explosion. you struggle to breathe but you don't care. you push your arms from under his and your hands go to his head, fingers carding through short ashy blonde hair and giving it a gentle tug. he smiles into the kiss, sharp canines leaving a playful bite on your lip. you pant, out of breath, foreheads pressed against one another. you can still feel him, his taste lingering, filling up your senses.
"i know i said we can't afford something like this but.." he rasps, swallowing down whatever was on the tip of his tongue.
he leans in again, lips brushing together as he muttered right onto them.
hello!! this post contains all the information you need to know about requests! please read carefully. (might edit over time.)
what i write:
fandoms: cod only (for now)
characters: 141 squad, alejandro, rodolfo, könig, horangi, keegan, hesh, logan (roach, alex, graves and fender could be potentially added later on)
only male/gn reader!!
fluff/angst/slight nsfw.
some triggering topics such as gore, suicide, etc are fine
platonic fics!
headcanons (max 3 characters)
what i don't write:
fem reader
heavy nsfw
underage/pedophilia
non-con (okay w mentioning or as a character's trauma but won't go into details.)
age regression (nothing against it! just not comfortable w it sorry)
requests are a huge help most of the time, but remember that i'm not obligated to do them. might take a few days or even weeks, depends on how busy i am and writer's block lmao (im gonna try my best i promise) i have every right to reject/delete a request if i don't feel comfortable writing it. i usually close reqs after 10 messages in my inbox so do not send any if they're closed! please be patient and respectful when requesting. thank you for reading! <3
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