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[rawme-price]

Its about time I make an intro post, huh?

HI EVERYONE!!! my name is rommy (sounds like rawme lol) and I use he/him and it/its pronouns pls. Im an aroace trans guy in practice, but in fiction i do love my men <3 :] im chronically obsessed with the 141, and my main content is hybrid posts, smut, and deaddove! I really try my best to answer asks, but it can be difficult, so please have some grace!

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[rawme-price]

Price isn't stupid, he sees the way ghost looks at you. As if you aren't prices, as if he has the right to look at you like that.

Eye's dragging along your skin in the middle of a meeting, practically fucking undressing you in his mind. Even when you mumble to price behind closed doors "he's just a bit odd, sir. Nothing like that."

Sure, you've noticed it too. How ghost lingers on the swoop of your neck, or his hands tighten on your bicep for just a split-secind before letting go. It could very well be a crush, or infatuation, or desire. But you don't tell your captain that, no need to cause stress when you'd turn down your lieutenant anyways.

Still. Price has always had a possessive streak. Wants to warn ghost off.

"Seriously, I can't hide these for shit. Someone's gonna find out." You grumble, inspecting the dark hickeys high up on your neck.

"No rules about having fun, sergeant." Price rumbles mildly from his place on the bed "just to scare off any cubs sniffing around, eh? No need to put my name on you...yet."

It seems to have the opposite affect, because the day ghost sees them for the first time is the same day he pulls you aside after lunch. You already have a rejection on your tongue when—

"Are you safe, sergeant?"

What.

"What? Sir, I don't— what?" You stumble, not having expected...that.

"Are you safe?" Ghost asks again, firmer. He brushes two fingers over your bruises. Not jealous, but inspecting. "I know you and cap have been getting close...is it...consensual? Are you okay?"

"What– oh my god— yes! Yes, I'm fine." You wave a frantic hand, eye's wide when you realize what ghost is asking you. "I'm safe, it's fine. Yes, I want to be there."

Then, you laugh and add "actually, the marks are because of you. John got jealous, you starin' and all."

"I see" ghost narrows his eyes, nodding to himself. He offers you a quick pat "im here if it ever isn't safe. Cheers."

Huh.

....wait. how did he know about you and price!?

[rawme-price]

Lovvveeee what you posted on ao3, excellent as always!

Omg tyyyy (∩´∀｀)∩

I was honestly so nervous posting it bc I really want to improve writing long fics in general as well as that specific style. So I figured id sit down for 2hrs and write what I could!

It's much more difficult than anticipated (;_;) only 1k words....idk how you authors manage such high word counts but I'll figure it out!!!

(Also to anyone who might go read it. Pls pls pls mind the tags it isn't a happy fic.)

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just ghost scrounging around your apartment during culinary finals...

Truthfully, he's been going mad with the constant smell of something in cooking in your apartment. All the vents are connected, and it just so happens your kitchen vents directly into his apartment.

Meanwhile, you're stressed about these goddamned potatoe cubes. You swear you've cut at least fifty pounds of potatoes and it's still not perfect! Because you were raised right, you refuse to let any go to waste.

Thus. The plethora of potato-based foods currently piled in your fridge. You're halfway through losing your mind when you hear a knock on the door, having to take a moment before calmly asking "...WHAT!?"

Silence, but you can hear the boards outside creak. "....yer makin' soup?"

What.

You open the door to find your neighbor of whom you've never talked to standing blank-faced at your doorstep. Simon, he introduced himself as when you had been given his mail by mistake.

Simon leans further into the doorway with zero care for manners, nose lifted up like a dog to scent the air "...and mashed potatoes?"

"Uhm. Yes. Look, I don't have time for this, I have exams and—"

"Can i have some?"

"...what."

"I'll pay you. Name your price."

Simon is onto his third serving of soup and shows no signs of stopping, rumbling about the spices you chose and how nice it is to taste something again. It's...nice, having him there. Feels closer to the crowded class kitchen you're used to.

Thats the first time you cut perfect cubes.

From there, it's tradition to invite ghost over for any of your practical studying. A presence that doesn't demand attention, allows you to settle into a focused mindset. You decide to keep him around.

The fact he's working through your frozen leftovers at an alarming rate while paying you an obscene amount has nothing to do with it.....definitely not.

[rawme-price]

Ghost and the secretary on base have been dating for the past three months, everyone knows this.

Well...everyone but you two.

It's painful for everyone else involved, watching you happily approach ghost with a "hey, si. We still on for tonight?" When most people go out of their way to avoid the creep who wears a skull mask all the time.

Really, it's so obvious you like ghost. You always carry around two lunch boxes, one packed specifically for ghost because "that poor bloke would survive on raw spinach and dog food if I let him."

Not to mention how physically affectionate you two are. The most physical ghost is with others happens on the field, pats on backs and rough bicep grabs in a show of military solidarity. But with you? Gaz swears he's seen you and ghost hold hands when you walk back to your cars at night, and soap has walked in on you and ghost cuddling in an empty meeting room multiple times.

But when anyone asks about it, you just smile and wave a dismissive hand "ah, simons a good friend, that's all."

As if you're completely blind to the way ghost only relaxes around you. How he waits for you at doorways and saves trinkets he finds to give to you at lunch. Its so damn obvious ghost is infatuated with you, and you him.

Or, that's what everyone thinks.

The truth? You and ghost had tried dating, when you first realized how well you clicked. It just felt like the thing you ought to do. Anyone else would've.

Only. Dating made ghost freezes up over everything, made you feel weird and trapped, made everything wrong and bad. You almost cut contact before coming to a solution.

No definitions. No words or labels for what you are. Friends, lovers, something in between or something completely different.

It's the happiest you've ever been with someone.

[rawme-price]

Thinking about gaz who has a mortifyingly intense crush on the medic the 141 tend to work with.

Which usually isn't a problem, he can stumble through conversations well enough so long as he doesn't get distracted staring at your hands patching someone up. Gaz has made sure to keep his crush tightly contained, no need to humiliate himself with that.

That of course, all goes out the window when he's shot twice in the stomach. Blood loss and adrenaline have the sergeant fully convinced he will be dead before you manage to save him.

Might as well confess, right?

"Love, i– i need to tell you something–" he mumbles, trying to grab your arm but being swiftly held down so he doesn't get in the way. "I always liked you. Really liked you."

For a split second, like a fucking amateur, you freeze.

Gaz doesn't notice, already rambling further "you're perfect, yknow? Christ– nights I've spent thinnking about thos' hands of yours. Wanna feel them wi'out gloves–"

"You're losing blood, sergeant." You mumble quieter than you would, trying to rationalize his behavior as nothing more than momentary delusions.

"M no' lying—" gaz huffs, head tossed back but still lucid enough to catch your implication. Not lucid enough to stop himself when he says "can't fuckin' get off to normal shite anymore. All medical porn, innit? thinkin' about you, sometimes just imaginations enough—"

"Sergeant." You warn mildly, pressing at his wound just that bit harder. Retribution for your burning face.

"Mghh! Fuck— keep doing that, love. Need my last breath to be under your hands—" gaz groans, truly having lost it now because you can see the way his cock twitches in his trousers. "Press a little harder, please—"

Ah. The drugs worked.

Gaz goes limp under you, and quietly you thank whatever above that you were the only ones to hear that. Face burning, you finish patching him up to drag to emergency evac.

"Almost had me fooled you felt the same, sergeant." You whisper, completely unaware that kyles comms have been on the whole time.

[rawme-price]

dubcon gazghostreader where ghost and reader are like UNCOMFORTABLY touchy with gaz and talk about his organs and stuff 🙏🤤

Love the concept of gaz being their enrichment who gets flustered by their weirdness and maybe tries to lean into their methods...( ´∀`)

Oftentimes it's just fleeting comments, not all of them as violent as outsiders may think. Like when you watch him disassemble a rifle and hum "nice work, kyle. Wouldn't find a speck of blood on that if you wanted to kill me."

Or when ghost gifts him a knife on a random Tuesday while passing him in the halls, muttering "thought of you while cleaning this."

Some of the worst best moments are when you and ghost feel particularly frisky and decide to team up. Both of you cornering him against a counter, mumbling to eachother while ghost slips a thick, warm hand under his shirt to press at his fuzzy abdomen "good muscle, would taste nice, I bet."

"We'd have to fatten him up." You comment, slipping a hand down to squeeze his thighs in appreciation. "Pretty thing deserves a good meal."

All the while Gaz's face is burning under your attentions. He always got so damn flustered when ghost would do it, now you? It's like you guys want him to be half-mast all day.

Oh and if gaz ever corners you, bites at you're neck and groans "fuck, you'd bleed so nice for me." He barely gets a moment to bask in the flustered squeak you let out before bodily hauling him to ghosts bedroom like a cat with a fresh kill.

Turns out, you and ghost love feeling like prey just as much as he does.

[rawme-price]

Hi!! (this is a diff anon and you don't have to respond to this if you don't want)

But I just wanted to say have so much fun at the ZOO!!!

I love the zoo so much too! But I struggle with anxiety and never did anything fun by myself until I made the exception for the zoo despite being so nervous and it was 10/10. I've gone solo several times now and it has really helped me become more comfortable doing fun things alone

I hope this isn't too much oversharing but I just wanted to send you some love and support!

So from one stranger to another I'm so proud of you for doing something like this!!! Enjoy the zoo!!

Oh my gosh tyyy 🥺🥺 I was having so many second thoughts and almost talked myself out of it last night!!! But im really committed to going!!

Im getting my stuff packed now and queueing up a few posts bc I plan to be there a long time (long drive so you KNOW I gotta make the most of that gass money) and I plan to take my sketchbook!!!

I dont wanna accidentally doxx myself, so I might not show photos unless I think its safe, but im down to share drawings tomorrow!!!!((o(^∇^)o))

Anyways YAYYYYY zoo time!!!! (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

[rawme-price]

Recently been thinking about ghost kidnapping reader after the death of soap....

Maybe you're related to his late love, maybe you just remind him of johnny. Your laugh, that smile, your hobbies or speech. Doesn't matter what set his sights on you first. When ghost decides to hunt, you're already as good as meat between his teeth.

You never notice him, not really. Lucky he chose a civilian.

Sometimes, you stop and stare behind you at the long stretch of sidewalk in the night, grip on your phone that much tighter. You never see him, he's sure of it, but it's the way you seem to tense up more and more often that has him palming himself in the dark. Smart thing, just like his johnny.

Ghost watches your apartment through the scope of his rifle two building away. Sure, he could plant cameras easily, but something about lying still on his chest quiets his mind into base instincts. Slowly grinding against the inside of his pants while you dance around you apartment, he knows you like the same music johnny did.

He picks at your personhood like a fresh animal skin he's already planning how to mount on the wall. A few cuts to removed the inconsistencies, a few stitches to mold you more like you should be.

You never notice the man standing in the dark corner of your rooms, too damn sure in the safety of your home. You never notice until a thick glove is covering your mouth and something sharp is pricking your neck.

When you wake up, it's chained to a bed in some basement. The clothes you've been put in don't quite fit, military and...bloodied.

When your captor walks in, lets out a sigh like its his first time relaxing in years and greets "good to see you again, johnny."

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just the 141 who's convinced there's something wrong with vulture hybrid!reader...

They've worked with you before on the field, gaz personally scouted you after a week-long op. Brilliant in combat, a deadly force. By all means, you should blend with the team.

Except...you don't, not really.

You're social, yes, but you seem to stutter around group meals. Something the team uses as a crutch for low-stakes bonding.

Gaz is the one to notice it first, how you always pick at your plate before eating it, as if trying to convince yourself to do so. You'll eat the meat after a moment, but the rest goes largely ignored.

So you're picky, that's no big deal as long as you're eating. Or, at least it isn't until Kyle and ghost step out for a smoke one night and find you rummaging through the trash.

You pop up with a bit of turkey from two days ago in your mouth, and stare them straight in the eyes before swallowing the rest of it, ruffling your feathers casually. "Evening."

"Sergeant. What the fuck." Gaz grimaces, stomach churning at even the thought of that taste. More than that, worried sick about what the hell drove you to eat that "are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" You very carefully try to remain casual.

"You. You just wait rotting meat. From the trash!" Gaz waves a hand between you and the dumpster "is the food here not adequate? Do you need substitutes? Special vitamins? What's wrong—"

"Better flavor, innit?" Ghost interrupts, lighting up a smoke and eyeing you almost jealously.

Gaz mentally notes to never let you or ghost to your devices on solo missions. Who knows what you freaks would do with a corpse.

"No. Absolutely not." He pinches the bridge of his nose, lip curled in irritation, before looking at you "if you want old meat, toss some in a container and keep it in your room or something, I don't care. Stop eating from the damn trash. can't have you choking on glass."

Ghost scoffs next to him, no doubt already planning to bully gaz for his "natural leadership" later tonight.

You're still a bit shocked it was...that easy.

No excessive groans of disgust. No demands to eat normally. Just, a safer alternative. Huh.

And to think you spent all those weeks convinced they would kick you out. Foolish you, they've been dealing with ghost for years.

[rawme-price]

i was rereading some of your omegaverse stuff, specifically the one w omega!reader having the nesting instincts of a rock and i feel that would also apply to ghost. maybe he likes making his nests in “hidden” areas like closets but then his actual nest is like. a blanket bunched up in the corner

Omega!ghost may genuinely have the worst nesting instincts of any omega you've met.

Oftentimes, when you and him are crawling through enemy territory, he'll offhandedly point at some place and say "perfect spot fo' a nest, sergeant."

Without fail, these "perfect spots" are random ass concrete stairs, a fallen and rotted tree, or on one occasion the inside of an industrial meat processing cooler. It all sets a pretty weird picture for what his actual nest is.

Still, nothing could have prepared you for the day he took you to his apartment.

Ghost has a bed, with a single blanket and pillow, but it smells of laundry detergent and dust. Definitely not a nest. No, the actual nest you find later in the night while searching for a spare blanket because christ his apartment is cold.

That's when you see it, the smell of a distinctly happy omega removes all doubt that this is the nest.

Two knives and a rifle. Just. Sitting on the floor of the closet.

You try to imagine ghost squeezing in, he'd have to tuck his feet a bit but it could work. More notably, this is one of the few times you've smelled his scent truly happy without any notes of anxiety.

You grab the blanket and pointedly don't comment on the nest.

[rawme-price]

You mentioned you were going to a zoo on Wednesday in the rags of your last post, will you take pictures? And can we see?

If not, will you tell us all about it? I would love a ramble post even if it is not COD related!

Im hopefully going to the zoo tomorrow and bringing my amateur photography camera!!

I'll definitely ramble about it if people want!!! If I have any particularly stunning photos, I'll share those too!

Im honestly kinda nervous. I've never gone to a place like this all by myself(*´-`) I really hope the sign in process is simple. I really suck at driving but for the zoo....I will be strong!! >0<

[crashingcryptid]

Simon was really scared about having you around.

When Johnny started dating, an anxious pit started gnawing in his gut. He knew that if this relationship lasted, the two of you would eventually become serious. You would move in. You wouldn't want some random man lurking around, he was sure of it.

He felt like a horrible person, an even worse friend for hoping, almkst praying, that you and Johnny would break up. He saw how... Happy Johnny was with you. He would come home beaming about how wonderful the night with you had been. Was he really so selfish that he wanted to take his friends joy away just because he didn't want to live alone?

"Hey, Simon, I wanted to talk to you about something." When Johnny said that, Simon felt like he was going to get sick. Johnny insisted that neither he nor you wanted Simon to move out. He was actually checking if you moving in would be okay.

It wasn't. It really wasn't okay to have a new person in the space. It wasn't okay because you would realize how weird and annoying Simon was. You would want him to leave. "Doesn't bother me any. Just keep it down when you two fuck."

So you moved in. Simon stuck to his usual routine for the most part, which meant he naturally avoided you. But he wouldn't sit at the table during dinner anymore or try to interrupt movie nights. Johnny started to invite him to join, which he did tentatively.

The first incident was when he came home from a run when you were up making breakfast. "Oh, Simon! Good morning." You exclaim, a little shocked to see him. It had been a week since he had last been around you, which you weren't too keen on. You had been excited to get to know Simon, but he didn't seem interested in the same. "Would you like some breakfast? I still have the eggs out."

Simon felt his face flush, praying you would think it was just from his long run. He didn't need to rely on you for food. Have you cooking for him like some kind of maid. Was he really gonna late his mates partner make him a meal? Was he that daft?

"I'll never eat anything you make." He grunts before he stomps off towards his bathroom to shower off. You were almkst hurt by his words, but Johnny had warned you that Simon was... awkward. You scrambled some extra eggs, made two extra slices of toast, and some bacon for him. He didn't eat with you and Johnny, but his plate was empty and washed when you got home from work.

There were many more little incidents throughout the months. Simon would eat the food you made, but only by himself after Johnny and you had your fills. He would hover in the doorways if he noticed you were in the room like he needed an invited into the space he paid to love in. You started to get irritated with him, wondering what you could possibly do to make him so skittish. You were trying, really trying, to make him comfortable. If he left Johnny's apartment because of you, you would feel like such an asshole.

"Bonnie you don't have to -"

"No! No, I do, I'm going to talk to him and figure this out!" Simon knew he shouldn't listen in on the conversation, but he had heard his name and got curious. He stayed still in the hallway, listening as you rant. "I just - Johnny, this is his house, too! Ever since I've moved here, he's refused to he around me! If I don't clear the air and find out what I did, I'm worried he's going to move out."

"He isn't going to move out! Simon just doesn't warm up to people, alright? It's not personal, Bonnie, I promise." Johnny assures, his ears perking when he hears a creak in the hallway. You heard it too, wringing the dish towel in your hands.

"Simon?" He slowly moves into the doorway, arms stiff by his side. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk about you behind your back." You apologize immediately, noticing the confusion scrunching Simon's face. "I just... I mean it, I don't want you to leave because of me."

"I don't want to leave. I don't want you to get annoyed with me." He admits quietly, staring at you unblinking. "If I get sick of you, you will want me gone."

"That's not going to happen, Simon." You assure him quietly, giving him a genuine smile. "Can you please join the movie nights again? Johnny says you have good picks." Simon shrugs with a noncommercial grunt, but the smile on your face told him you understood.

@rawme-price @hatsbuckets Come in here and come get yall juice!!

[rawme-price]

Warmonger!price who has the kingdom at his beck and call, one conquest after another. Recently, after attending a royal party last year, he's set his sights on your kingdom.

Warmonger!price who saw a pretty, cute thing and decided he's been in need of a proper wife.

Warmonger!price who kills your family in front of you, and when you try to escape he personally hunts you through the halls of your childhood home. You are no match for a man who's been killing things longer than you've been alive.

Warmonger!price who takes you in your bed chambers on the stone floor. He grins, self-satisfied, when he realizes he drew your first blood. He's always had a thing for the sullying the pure.

Warmonger!price who keeps you in his war tent of every battle after that. A warm hole to sink into, dirt and blood still caked into his hands. He's teaching you to love your new role as a wife, teaching you to love the threat of teeth around your neck.

Warmonger!price who sees you as just another conquest, and he's never been a merciful captain.

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just archivist!reader slowly becoming obsessed with ghost while reading his files....

You don't really interact with any of the higher ranked soldiers on base, tucked away in the labyrinth of files below ground. You had been hired to finally transfer all these rows and rows of physical reports into a digital format.

Technically, it's not mandatory that you sort through discrepancies and note down errors, but it's a matter of pride for you. Besides, you need something to do while the shitty systems they gave you take eight minutes to upload a single page.

It's in your reading that you come across a soldier named only as "ghost" and he captures you attention immediately.

Maybe it's the fact half his files are saturated in dark ink, permanently redacted. Maybe it's the papers of recorded dialogue you find, how he banters almost constantly.

Maybe it's the few photos you find tucked away between yellowed pages, nothing more than an incident report of bare swatches of skin with lacerations next to a ruler.

You do what no good archivist would do. You deviate from your plan solely to read more about your obsession.

He likes spicy food and sweet candies. Dark jokes, darker war tactics. You can now sense ghost in a mission file even when he's been completely redacted name and all. He's so distinct, so vivid in your mind, like you could reach out and touch—

You have to have him. He's not but a floor above you.

When ghost is approached by some person he's never met, using his government name and referencing missions from years ago, he's forced to take note.

How could he not?

[rawme-price]

Ghost has always preferred to stay hidden, ever since he was a kid he's been this way.

It's a useful preference, made him stand out as a soldier able to melt into the shadow, able to hide for hours without being found. Earned him his callsign, after all.

More than that, ghost finds the dark isolated spaces soothing. He spends...far too much of his time in random supply closets throughout base. Partially because he need someplace where his head isn't filled with the memories of roba, mostly because he really can't be arsed to read those forms price needs him to sign off on.

Which leads him to now. Lying down in the fathest corner of a supply closet, half-behind cleaning supplies and enjoying the smell when the door opens and—

"We shouldn't be doing this, kyle—" ghost furrows his brow at your voice. You, the newest addition to the team, sound breathless underneath the whisper.

"Fuck— c'mon baby, you want it too—" gazs voice now, followed by the click of the door and the soft thump of your body being pressed against it.

Ghost turns his head to watch gaz push his body against your, hold your hands above your head before pressing his lips to yours. It's a filthy kiss, full of tongue and teeth and your desperate groans.

"Fuck– don't tease, gaz, c'mon." You whine, unbuckling his belt.

At the same time, ghost quietly undoes his, just enough to slip a thick palm in and rub himself off to his two favorite sergeants. His eyes track your movements in the dark, eyes already adjusted to the thin slit of light the door provides. Ghost has to give himself a small squeeze when he sees kyles dick, christ he's fantasized about getting his mouth on that.

You two rut together like desperate animals, swapping spit and groaning, so assured in your privacy. The whole time ghost is slowly rubbing himself, hidden just out of view. He only pulls his dick out to splatter his orgasm against a few boxes instead of into his pants, kind enough to let you two bask in the afterglow of your own before—

"You both would have been found dead if I were an enemy. Didn't even check if anyone was inside." He announces into the pitch black room.

The tumble of multiple boxes being knocked over in a panic, followed by "ghost!? What the actual fuCK—"

[rawme-price]

GENUINELY ASKING how do I know if I'm trans (ftm)

I know it's not the answer you want, but there's genuinely no hard and fast rules for what makes someone ftm ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

What might help is asking yourself "what makes a man?" Then asking "do I want to be like that? How would it feel?" And taking steps to feel more like a man :3 that could mean using he/him pronouns, but it could also mean changing your clothes, or picking a different name, or whatever else makes you feel like a man!

If it feels awesome, and you want to identify as a man, go for it! If you find you don't vibe with it like you thought you would, that's also okay!!! There is no shame in exploring identities and being wrong! That's just called being alive :3