Mika's Neonox (Mommy)

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[sourdough-seal]

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

[orbitalmirror]

"how did you get into writing" girl i've been tormented by the visions since i was eight years old

[rawme-price]

Gaz has been staring at ghost in stunned silence for the past five minutes.

"Ghost, mate," he places a hand on ghosts bicep, if only to make sure he's not hallucinating "what do you mean there's a stranger in your apartment??"

Ghost shrugs, casual, as if he didn't just tell gaz about how he came home two weeks ago to find the lights on and fresh food in his kitchen that he hasn't been in for months. "Means what it means, innit. Nice bloke."

"You've talked to them?!" Gazs voice rises in pitch, astonished. He follows after ghost, feeling like he's suddenly on an alien planet "and they're still there?? Ghost!"

"Yeah. Decent company." Is all ghost says before turning the corner to head to his little apartment.

When ghost gets back, just as its been for the past two weeks, you're sat on his counter eating cereal. The house smells faintly of citrus, a welcome change. You've also managed to clean the bloodstain around his fridge that ghost had come to terms as being permanent. Huh.

He's pretty sure you're some sort of criminal in hiding, but he likes having the company around. You two never really speak to eachother but you use the cash he leaves out to buy groceries, and you don't comment when he stands too close or comes back in the middle of the night covered in dirt and blood.

Hell, you didn't even comment when he accidentally crashed on the sofa you were sleeping on after a bad night. In fact, you two practically share a bed at this point. Ghost doesn't care what gaz has to say, he likes having you around.

....he should probably get your name though...right?

[cod-dump]

*late at night*

Rookie 1: If anyone finds out about this we're done for!

Rookie 2: No one is gonna know, we're fine-

Ghost, suddenly stepping out of the shadows: What you do?

Rookies: *start screaming*

[rawme-price]

Ghost may not know much about relationships, but he's pretty sure you're not supposed to touch his hands this much.

At first the thought you just really liked hand-holding. Always looping your fingers around his in the hallway, a conscious effort to stay connected to him. Ghost likes it when you do, blushing under his mask like a schoolboy.

But that wasn't all of it, just the beginning really.

"Gimme your hand, si." You tell him almost every day during meals. Reaching across the table to rub your thumbs into his palm, watching with fascination at the way skin moves over bone. Ghost has to remind himself to eat instead of watch you play with his hand.

Whenever ghost does anything, it seems your eyes are ways glued to his hands. He could have an entire conversation without ever seeing your eyes just because he's also cleaning his rifle.

Still, he's not sure he gets it until you're both in bed one night, body's warm with food and easy slow enjoyment. Ghost has your back pressed to his chest, trying to sleep but you keep moving.

"Okay, lovie? Yer uncomfortable?" He prompts quietly, voice low and rough on the edge of sleep.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you grunt, still shifting in place. You toss and turn, obviously uncomfortable like ghost sometimes gets with his clothes. Like somethings completely off, "I just– I need– here, give me this–"

You grab ghosts hand—and for a second he thinks you'll just hold it like you always do—and place it around your neck.

Ghost stares, stunned.

You absolutely melt, a delighted little smile on your face as you cozy up into his chest. Apparently, you've never felt better than you do with a trained killers hand around your throat. As if he wouldn't kill you, as if it's not even a possibility when he has so many nightmares. You curl up in the center of a bear trap with him.

Ghost has never been more in love.

[cod-dump]

*Ghost's phone starts ringing*

Gaz: Hey, LT, your phone is ringing

Ghost: Ignore it, it's a scam call

Gaz: How do you know? You're not even looking

Ghost: Price is taking a nap, you're right here, and Soap's phone is right over there charging. It's a scam

Gaz: ... oh that's sad

Ghost: SHUT UP

[rawme-price]

Imagine giving each of the team a portal pussy, not realizing that the portals didn't shut off when another was in use...

You're in the middle of enjoying the feeling of ghost snug inside you, the thick underside of his cock twitching every so often in his sleep. He loves to have you cockwarm him, something about feeling close to someone else helping with the nightmares.

You're nearly drifting off too when you feel it, a small nudge against your hole. It takes you a moment to realize what it is, assuming ghost is just adjusting himself when a sudden pressure pushes, stretching you.

In an instant, you're wide awake and reaching for your phone, trying to pull up the app and figure out what the fuck is going on. Only for what is now clearing the head of a dick to pop in, stretching your hole far beyond its used to.

"Fuck! Mmhh–!" You mewl, thighs clenching. You have to try three times before you manage to unlock your phone, the cock having coaxed itself halfway in by now. A quick glance at the hub and you're dialing soap.

"Johnny–! Wh‐what the hell are you doing?!" You hiss, whole body shuddering as the cock begins to thrust slowly, nudging ghost around inside you too.

"What? Line was open, can't a guy please himself?" Soap pants into the phone shamelessly. Embarrassingly, you can hear the slick sounds of yourself over the speaker "ghost always hogs you at night."

"Ghost is still in me!!" You gasp at the sudden, sharp thrust that earns you, soap moaning at the realization. Almost intentionally, soap starts thrusting harder, rutting against ghosts cock and using it to rub into your sweet spot.

You can only gasp and whine, stretched beyond you're used to and already overstimulated. Soaps moans continue to spill from the phone beside you, muttering "christ– can't wait to tell kyle about this, aye? Wonder how much ye can take–"

When he finally, finally cums, it's right alongside ghost. So much cum fills you you swear it leaks out a puddle below you, despite knowing it will go to the portals. You wait, but...soap doesn't pull out.

It's only when you hear snoring that you realize he intends to sleep with you stretched on two of the biggest cocks on the team.

For the nonny that wanted more portal pussy

[rawme-price]

Thinking about reader accidentally domesticating ghost like a stray cat.

Maybe it was your sheer and total lack of interest that drew him in first.

While others would whisper about him or track his movements through the halls like sheep watching the wolf at the edge of the pasture, you treated him like every other person. Which is to say, totally indifferent as you went about completing your job.

The occasional "pardon me, need to use the printer." Or "hey, have you seen sergeant james?" Piqued ghosts interest.

Whenever you were around ghost, you somehow managed to strip away his whole facade and make him feel like just another person. God, was that feeling addictive.

Which is how you end up with The Ghost trailing you around base. You, in your weird dedication to your job, had only asked him "do you need something, sir?" Once.

When ghost just shook his head, you continued on, now with a shadow. Completely unfazed. Indifferent, or just focused on more pressing matters than some guy hanging around you.

Of course, you're not rude. You acknowledge ghost is there.

A fact that becomes evident when he sits down three seats from you in the mess. He doesn't have a lunch, never does, and you seem to find that completely unacceptable. "Here. I don't want it." You pointedly slide half your sub towards ghost, then go right back to eating.

He stares at it. Waits for you to take it back.

When you don't, he tentatively picks it up and eats a small bite. A well of flavors explode across his tongue, meats and cheese and seasonings all resulting in him eating the rest in three big bites.

After that, there's no getting rid of ghost.

Whenever he can, he loiters in your office and shares meals with you. Occasionally, he brings his own cooking attempts not unlike a cat bringing it's owner a dead mouse. You force a few bites before pulling out your own.

No one on base seems to understand how you've done it.

Ghost, who would fight people at the drop of a hat, is now hanging around an archivist and stepping out of the way when people need to pass.

You've somehow managed to tame ghost.

[rawme-price]

To ghost, his spouses word is law.

If you tell ghost "I'm making dinner on Thursday this week, be home by seven." Then he will be home.

Nevermind the fact he is currently on the other side of the world tied up in a heavily guarded base.

Normally, ghost would settle in for some good old reminiscing about roba while his captors tried to torture information out of him, waiting until the team rescued him. It's Tuesday and you hate when ghost skips medical to come home early.

Which is how price receives a ping to ghosts location two hours after the ransom video was sent out. Cryptic, no info. Ghost written all over it. The carnage is bad, and from the entrance alone price knows the entire report file will be redacted. No survivors.

Come thursday, ghost is unlocking the door to his house, sporting clean civvies and a plaster over his nose. You're already waiting by the door, grasping his jaw in both hands with a frown "you're hurt? Did something happen, si?"

"Mh. Negative, lovie. Jus' a little mistake." Ghost hums, kissing your forehead.

He doesn't mention the mistake being his captors showing him a picture of you.

[cod-dump]

Price, looking over some documents: Can I get a translator over here?

Ghost: *immediately walks over and takes the documents*

Price: What are you-?

Ghost, flipping through the pages: It says we're fucked

Price: *covers his face*

Ghost: Oh, and that your beard is ugly

Price, trying not to laugh: Stop-

[cod-dump]

Gaz, joking: You never hug us, cap

Price: My captain never hugged me

Soap: Wow, the generational trauma continues

Gaz: *dramatic fake sob*

Price:

[cod-dump]

Ghost: I'm going to take a nap

Gaz: Oh, can I join you?

Ghost: ... what?

Gaz: Join you... join your nap

Ghost: Join me? Why??

Gaz: You look comfortable

Ghost:

[rawme-price]

I love the concept of ghost with the worlds most curious baby taking said baby to base.

Imagine ghost walking around with baby tucked against his side, tac-vest thoroughly cleared of any sharps so baby can play with the straps and velcro and buckles.

Baby is a pudgy, rosy-cheeked, happy little thing. Ghost is...ghost. dressed in black, a balaclava firmly covering his face—he spent hours getting baby used to it so it wouldn't get pulled of by little hands—and his favorite gun at his hip. By all means, it should make him less intimidating.

But if anything, it does the opposite.

Because now ghost has a little baby at his side, and a look that says if you make this baby cry I will personally ruin your life. People learn quickly to hide any sharp or dangerous objects when ghosts baby is around, because if baby sees it and can't play with it? Big, wet tears and a pissed off lieutenant are sure to follow.

Yes, this means baby has slobbered all over price and kyles hats, has gotten grubby hands one soaps pencils, and has definitely touched any and every strap or harness they have. Because baby is curious, baby wants to know what things are, and ghost would never shut his child off from the world.

It does, however, create a hilarious moment when baby sees a file of confidential documents, and reaches it's little hands out with a huffed "ahhh–beeehbeh!! Behhh!!" And ghost, he stares this captain in the face, and twenty minutes later baby is happily inspecting documents with more reductions that words.

Ghosts baby is curious, and ghost could never say no to his little sunshine.

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just reader who's baby is absolutely enamoured with ghost...

Ghost, this giant of a man, who lurks in dark corners and laughs his ass off whenever someone falls on the sharp gravel outside base. Ghost, the guy who froze up and held baby at arms-length for the entire ten minute period you needed both hands.

That ghost, is the one baby loves.

Not mactavish, who walks around hallways until baby sleeps. Not Garrick who is more than happy to feed and burp baby. Not even price, who doesn't mind changing babies diaper.

No. Baby has decided the most awkward man who honestly looks kinda scared of the pudgy little human is the best choice.

You try and soothe baby as much as you can, but if ghost is so much as in the same room, there will be non-stop crying until you can corner the lieutenant into holding your beloved child.

He's so awkward about it at first, and you honestly expect him to drop the wee thing. The first few times you watched him like hawk, and even asked kyle to babysit his lieutenant just in-case.

Now, though? Now, you kind of understand why baby chose ghost.

Because you've never seen your sweetie pie so comfy tucked against anyone but you, snuggled into the crook of ghosts arm with little hands kneading his fat chest in delight. Not only is ghost big, he's also insanely warm.

Ghost just needed to get used to holding such a precious, fragile thing.

Now, he holds out his hands expectantly whenever baby is in the room, eyes crinkled into a private smile.

[rawme-price]

Been thinking about monster!ghost and village sacrifice!reader...

You're the cutest little thing ghost has ever been left on the altar. He recognizes you from the fields on the outskirts of the forest. Tending to the sheep obediently, resting so sweetly under the trees.

So loyal and loving of your parents, he doubts you've ever strayed from them. Never tasted the desire of another down by the creek, hidden from prying eyes. Never fought when the village pointed their fingers at you. He saw you scrubbing your whitest wool clothes the day before they brought you out here, he knew it was you.

Ghost, he wants you. Wants you with a burning–painful desire he hasn't wanted any other before you. He won't eat you, he's been lonely for so long.

But...but he doesn't touch you.

Ghost looms over your body, tied to the stone after the second one from years ago escaped. He is a beast unlike you have ever seen, disgusting and reeking cold dirt and rot. One long, sharp claw slices through your binds, and he...he leaves.

You are the first person to walk out of that forest alive, white clothes unbloodied. No one knows what to say.

You try to go back to normal, to tend your parents sheep and to chat with your neighbors, but it's all stilted and wrong. Your parents had sent you to die. They hadn't fought for you, hadn't screamed and yelled for someone else to be chosen. Your Ma had you wash the clothes you would die in.

It's all different. No one treats you the same, and you can't go back to believing they cherish you. Not after that.

Ghost watches with delight as you wander along the edge of the forest like a thing possessed. You don't pay attention to the sheep, or to the time, or to anything really. Ghost follows you through the gaps in the trees as you get closer and closer each day. His sweet little thing, his chosen fruit, realizing the truth.

That night, when you walk into the forest, you do so willingly.

When ghost comes for you, you do not scream. Maybe this is where you belong, in the hands of a beast.

[ohclaire]

The team isn’t necessarily unfamiliar with pretty things like you approaching them. There’s a fair amount of lookers on their team (aka all of them) and sometimes people get bold. Not to mention on base people are constantly seeking Price to relay some info or another.

So when you, someone they’ve never seen before and in civvies, starts making your way over, they’re curious but unperturbed.

You stop a couple feet away, giving them each a thorough glance over before your eyes lock with Kyle’s.

“You look like you’re in charge.” You declare.

Snorts break out immediately, a scoff from Price.

Kyle smiles politely, “not quite, love.”

“Really? You’re not Captain Price?” You seem genuinely confused. Like your question wasn’t in fact a joke but an actual assumption.

The real Price’s eyebrows raise, turning slowly toward Kyle inquisitively like he actually stole his title and elected to not tell John.

“Oh, aye, this is the Captain.” Soap comes up to Kyle’s side, grasping his shoulder and shaking him a little like he’s proud of his recent promotion.

Kyle opens his mouth to correct, if you’re looking for the captain you must have a good reason. Before he can though, you start again.

Your eyebrow quirks but you accept the confirmation. “Good…with how I saw the rest of you acting, I wouldn’t believe anyone else was in charge.”

Soap’s jaw drops as Price’s hand comes up to swipe at his beard, Simon’s head drops as he turns away. Kyle smiles smugly and looks at the others.

Admittedly…they had been acting like fools a couple minutes before you approached. They just got off a hard mission and had a some time off, they were just sitting here saying some quick goodbyes and having a fun time. They weren’t even in uniform.

“Here,” you say, pulling a Manila folder from your bag, “you’ve been served.”

You’re turning to leave but give one last look back, “you know…if that divorce goes through, you should call me.” With a wink you’re gone.

Kyle’s mouth drops at your forwardness, smile falling as he looks at the files in his hands, then to Price.

“Ohhh…” Soap whispers, “me ride is here…see you lot after leave…”

“Awkward…” Simon mumbles to Kyle while following Soap.

“You’re married?” Kyle directs at Price, still holding his divorce papers.

“Not for long!” Simon calls back over his shoulder.

[rawme-price]

Without fail, drunk ghost always makes you nervous.

Not because you're scared of him, ghost hardly becomes more violent than he usually is with a handful of shots in his system. No, the thing that makes you nervous is much worse.

Drunk ghost has absolutely zero filter with his words.

Sometimes, he says the meanest things. Telling you everything you've done that could have gotten yourself or someone else killed. Sometimes he tells you about his childhood. Sometimes...he's this.

"You know, I really do like you." He rumbles into his drink, making you wince. Ghost is looking at you with the same eyes he uses to assess a threat, intense and dark, though you know he isn't taking in much "i really like you. I'd probably marry you, if we weren't soldiers."

You nod, glance at the rest of the team by the pool tables, and whisper "then why don't you act like it?"

Instead of answering, ghost lazily rolls his head and comments "my dad terrorized Ma for more than half her life. She almost killed me an' tommy."

You know this, ghost has told you the story before. It still makes your throat tighten in sympathy. Uncaring of your lack of response, ghost adds "....I think I'm scared of hurting you. I'm not a good person."

...oh. that's...that's new.

"...you already hurt me, ghost. You cut me." You huff, avoiding the way his eyes snap to you, sudden and bright.

"What?" He reaches for you, but doesn't touch.

You turn your words over in your mouth, smooth them with your tongue. You think about telling him how agonizing it is hearing all his love confessions and knowing all his pain, when sober ghost refuses to even look at you most days. Your reluctance cuts me, you want to say. Instead, you admit "I like you too. It hurts not getting what I want."

"....you're a liability." Ghost says. Ah, seems like your words sobered him up. "I can't...I can hardly focus on missions with you. If...if price made me choose you or the objective....I'm not sure I'd make the right choice."

You drain the rest of your drink, and stand shakily. Ghost stands too, shocked by your sudden departure. You give him a look you're sure his sober self won't recognize "when will I be the right choice?"

You leave before ghost can answer. Neither of you talk about it the next day.

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