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headcanons and stuff ig. 26 I literally write whatever comes to mind.

[its-not-fate-its-destiny]

Fandoms stopped being a fun escape from reality when people started spreading the belief that you should prioritize purity over pleasure and the art you create must be a reflection of your moral standards at all times.

[not-delusional-at-all]

If Ghost was a dad, his kid would find his skull mask and put it on and say "look daddy! I'm like you!" And Ghost would take a deep breath and reply with "no, love. You're better than me".

His baby knows he's in the army and knows that the army protects them from the bad guys but he prays they never find out the full extent of everything he's had to do. He doesn't want his kid to think he's some sort of monster because he truly feels like he is one and it would destroy him if they learned what exactly he does.

[not-delusional-at-all]

Hey, sorry I haven't been posting on here. I've been hyper fixating on Resident Evil since the new game just came out. So if you guys are into Resident Evil and like my writing, go ahead and check out @redfields-hog I've been posting a lot on there. I'm ever so slightly more unhinged there.

[not-delusional-at-all]

The biggest danger when TF141 is in the field isn't the enemy, it's the earthquakes caused by Price's ass clapping when he walks

[not-delusional-at-all]

reader threatening tf141 with “I will draw you pregnant!”

Everybody on your team was annoying the shit out of you, so you threatened them with "shut up or I'll draw you pregnant!". There were their reactions;

Soap: "I think I'd be a stunnin' pregnant man. Make sure ye get my good side- actually all my sides are my good side" and proceeds to pose. He doesn't stop annoying you.

Ghost: "do ya have a fetish or somethin'? That's fuckin' weird." And rolls his eyes and leaves the room.

Gaz: "would I be pregnant with a boy or girl? And would I have tits in this drawing?" And continues to annoy you more so you'll actually draw him pregnant because he's intrigued now.

Price: "My god, don't. I don't wanna feel sorry for the bloke that got me pregnant in that drawing" and shakes his head. This effectively kept him from annoying you any further.

[not-delusional-at-all]

TW: sperm donation, donor conceived children

Ghost who donated sperm when he was 18 for extra cash and forgot about it until he decided to do a 23 and me test (surprise he's 99.98% British) and found out that he has at least 4 kids that are over the age of 18. He has no clue how many in total he has and now he feels guilty. He didn't reach out to them but he's scared they'll reach out to him- not because he doesn't want to speak to them but because he doesn't want them to think he's some deadbeat.

Three out of four of his known children had profile pictures displayed. His two daughters were beautiful and his son looked exactly like him. It was scary. He didn't know what his other son looked like though.

He came to learn that the two girls both had the same mother, making them full blooded sisters. His two sons each had different mothers.

He's leaving the door open for them to reach out but he's scared. He just hopes his children's parents were honest about the fact that they were donor conceived and they don't think their mothers were some sort of monster that cheated on their fathers.

[not-delusional-at-all]

I want to floss my teeth with soap's pubes

[not-delusional-at-all]

Soap wears stupid ass shirts that say shit like "Federal Booby Inspector" and "Orgasm Donor"

[not-delusional-at-all]

Soap invited you out clubbing with him. The club isn't really your scene but he's done plenty of stuff he doesn't really like for you. So it was only fair you agree to go clubbing with your boyfriend.

You knew it was gonna be loud, crowded and probably smell weird.

What you didn't expect was the amount of women and occasionally men that were hitting on him and trying to buy him a drink. Thankfully he made it clear that he has a girl.

The only thing you could think of as to why he was so popular at the club was not just the fact that he's a very handsome man, he was wearing these slutty ass jeans that were hugging his ass in the just right way. You couldn't blame anybody for drooling over that.

He was also wearing a black button up shirt, he had three or four of the buttons undone and his chest was showing. His sleeves were rolled up- showing off his arms.

You can't blame a single person for wanting to objectify this man for a night.

But he's yours.

Not theirs.

You didn't like that they were hitting on him regardless if it was valid or not.

[not-delusional-at-all]

ReaderxGhostxSoapxReader

TW: cheating, non-monogamy, polyamory.

Edit: I changed it from polygamy to polyamory. I just learned the difference. I apologize for not being knowledgeable on that subject.

So you're a bit of a scumbag and you're cheating on Ghost with Soap, but that's okay because they're cheating on you with each other.

How you all found out about this? You live with Ghost and you came home from work and found them making out on the couch.

That threw you in for a loop.

They both looked at you and both said "what are you doing here? It's not what it looks like, love."

Then they side eyed each other because they both called you "love". Neither guy knew you were seeing the other. So Ghost didn't know you were seeing Soap and Soap didn't know that you were seeing Ghost, and you didn't know they were seeing each other.

And obviously, you all thought you were the other's only partner. Funny how that goes.

They both called you their partner and then side eyed each other again and then looked at you.

"Oh don't look at me like that, you guys were just tongue fucking each other's mouths" you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Soap ended up storming out of the apartment and Ghost glared at you, his eyes welled up with tears. You've never seen him cry.

"Si-" you began to say before he cut you off with a simple "don't"

"I should be the one hurt here, I just found out both of my boyfriends are cheating on me with each other" you quipped. He rolled his eyes.

He simply just didn't respond and left the room.

A few days passed and things were tense. You weren't talking to each other, you and Soap weren't talking to each other and him and Ghost weren't talking to each other. You were all equally angry and hurt with each other.

You started a group text and insisted that the three of you meet up to talk this out and figure out what's going on. They agreed. You all met at yours and Ghost's apartment.

It was awkward, tense and uncomfortably silent for the first ten minutes of your meeting with them.

"So, we're all dating each other anyway, might as well just let by gones be by gones and become a throuple" you suggested, breaking the silence. They both just stared at you. They were both expecting an apology from you from the jump, not to just shove this under the rug and move on.

"So no apology?" Soap asked. You rolled your eyes. You didn't see why you should have to apologize when you're all guilty of the same thing.

"No. You guys aren't apologizing, why should I? You're both just as guilty as me." You pointed out. They both remained silent for a moment, processing what you said. And they realized that you did have a point, but they also didn't feel like they should have to apologize either.

"I'm not apologizing to anybody. So forget that thought right now." Ghost spat. You simply rolled your eyes, not wanting to start an argument when you're all hurting.

"Anyway, how about becoming a throuple? You guys in or out?" You asked flippantly, not really wanting to pay Ghost any mind.

The room fell silent yet again as they both weighed out the pros and cons of becoming a throuple. You had a point. The three of you were unknowingly dating each other anyway, so the only thing that'll change is that you're all openly seeing each other and maybe sex will involve all three of you at once at times.

"I'm in" Soap spoke, breaking the silence and looking at you and Ghost with affection.

"Fuck it... Me too, I guess..." Ghost sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

For the first time in nearly a week, you all felt a little bit lighter.

You smiled and gave them both a kiss on the lips and then they kissed each other on the lips.

[rawme-price]

Inspired by [this] post by @cyberdrream

Imagine retired!ghost who occasionally babysits your little toddler because he's banned from base for a least half the week, right?

And your baby, your sweet angel, has recently learned what boo-boos are. So ghost, the guy who is 60% scar tissue with a gaping hole in his cheek, makes baby very concerned.

Now, whenever ghost holds her, he can count on tiny hands patting against his face and a small voice warbling out "ahhh...owch. owie....beh."

"Yeah? Owchie?" He repeats with the same solemn voice used for missions, carrying her over to his bag, "you know what we do with owchies, soldier. Gotta patch me up."

Then, like every Thursday, baby is given a box of brightly colored band-aids. She baps ghosts face with pudgy hands and a frown, a clumsy attempt of the soothing pats you give her for boo-boos. "Owch....mmhh...bah!"

By the end of it, baby has solemnly applied every life-saving bandage to each of ghosts decades-old scars, his face and arms covered in neon. Ghost plays toys with baby while bandage adhesive clings to his exposed teeth, not at all bothered because she babbles so excitedly when he says "whoah! You fixed me! Yer medic material for sure, ain't ya?"

That's the sight you come home to, your little girl happily curled up on your neighbors chest in your tiny living room. His face still smothered in band-aids.

[not-delusional-at-all]

I think I might take a mental health break for a couple days. My mom's a narcissist and I think I've reached my limit with her and I just need some time to reflect. I'm sorry for not posting.

[not-delusional-at-all]

To everybody who's left requests in my ask box, I promise I'll get to them soon! My dad is in town and this is my first time seeing him in 7 years and my brothers just moved up, so I'm spending time with family! Love y'all!

[not-delusional-at-all]

When Gaz got out of the military, he was still young but his body was still battered from years of pushing it beyond its limits and his nerves were shot from being on edge 24/7.

He was the only one that welcomed the quiet and peace that came with being a civilian once again.

He was still young, so he couldn't just say 'fuck it' and not work ever again. He'd go insane.

So he became a long haul truck driver. It was pretty easy, fairly peaceful- aside from people cutting him off and acting like they'd win against someone in an 18 wheeler. Life was great.

[not-delusional-at-all]

Firefighter!soap who sends you thirst traps of himself while he's sitting in the firehouse waiting for a call. He'll send you pictures of himself wearing just his firefighting pants and the hat with the caption "I heard you had something that you needed me to get wet with my hose".

He likes to imagine that you're with your friends or at work, blushing and getting all flustered. He hopes you're trying your hardest not to be affected by him.

Sometimes to fuck with you even more, he'll pose in the bathroom of the firehouse, completely naked and uses his firefighter hat to cover his crotch.

He truly hopes he's getting you so affected that you have to rush home and touch yourself.

He might compile all of his sexy pictures and put them into a calendar to give to you on your anniversary.

[not-delusional-at-all]

TW: PTSD and alcoholism mentioned

Price thought he would enjoy the opportunity of peace and quiet once he retired out of the military. He thought he would feel relaxed and at peace once he was home for good.

But here he is, living in a cottage on a decent chunk of land and he feels more stressed than ever. He's constantly on guard even though he has no reason to be.

He thought he'd be able to sit back and relax, work odd jobs when he felt like it and live happily ever after but that's not the case.

There's nothing to distract him from the nightmares anymore. There's nothing to keep his mind off of his past, the innocent lives he's accidentally taken, the soldiers he's lost.

He has no choice but to think about all of it.

He tried fishing and hunting to keep his mind off of all of it, but it didn't work. The silence encouraged him to be deeper into his thoughts.

He thought he could be retired for good but that wasn't the case.

He felt like he needed to be doing something. He needed to feel useful again. Before he ended up losing himself to the bottle.

He ended up getting a job on a fishing boat. He's gone for a few weeks at a time with this job but he wasn't alone with his thoughts anymore and his adrenaline was actually being put to use because being on a fishing boat can be so dangerous. The money being excellent was just another perk.

[not-delusional-at-all]

You convinced firefighter!Soap- actually no, you didn't have to convince him of anything. You said "you should pose for a sexy firefighter calendar" and he said "say no more" and was 100% on board.

He knows he has a good looking body and he eats up the attention from anybody who gawks at it. So any opportunity to show off his sexy body, he's gonna take it.