#(it's implied)

[sleebyturtle]

someone get this man some flowers, he needs a break from it all <3

no/slight alt colors under the cut

listen, I always have to try adding pink somehow 🩷

[loop-lover-central]

"Came to the favor tree and got way too excited to see my sponsor" /ref

[cheesecakemermaid1048]

I guess parental issues really do affect who you are into

[benjaboyisatwink]

Thinking of reader who is quiet, on their own, not the type to open up, much less interact outside of the field or chores.

You aren't one to talk to others. Not that you're blunt and gruff like Ghost, but you're quiet. Watching as things happen but never actually interacting.

It's not that you dont like your team, of course not, you still say good morning to Price when you both walk in the kitchen at the crack of down to get some coffee. Still hold eye contact with Ghost whem you walk past him on hallways, still sit on the same couch as Gaz and Soap when they're off duty, still huff a breath from your nose at their joking, still watch with fondness when your team laughs and decides to go on a bar that night.

They just don't know that you care, you're so quiet, it's easy to misinterpreted your quiet gaze for discomfort. You don't mean to force the limits of a professional bond, they're a group already, you just enjoy being around.

You barely registered it, but it was a surprise to all them when you and Ghost were going ahead and he was hit. Just enough to make him double down, they didn't taget you, he was the bigger threat. But all, including Gaz, Soap and Price, are shocked when you go feral.

You see red. Ghost is down, Ghost is down and you are here. Ghost is down, your Ghost, your teammate. You passively black out, not remembering anything but the blur of movement from pure instinct to protect those you care for.

The ride back is awkward, at least to you. You feel tired, the adrenaline leaving you with your muscles sore and head fuzzy, Ghost is sat beside you, he doesn't say anything, just casally presses his shoulder and arm against yours.

Gaz, Price and Soap just watch. They are all tired, but not enough to forget how their quiet teammate they were sure were the most level headed out of them go all out like you did. Soap and Gaz reevaluate just how scary you are, Price has this softer look in his eyes, watching as Ghost seems to lean slightly against you, just enough you're pressed between him and the heli wall, just enough you relax and close your eyes, dozing off. It's not always Price sees a new member be so protective of his boys.

[spirallingantz]

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

@nutwinner little comic i made based on your asks !! i hope u enjoy this

i hav never done a comic like ever LOL it shows but i luv drawing them !! i could not get the colours right on this so it's blank <3 yay <3

[hoyoimagines]

I wouldn't be surprised if you already thought of a little something after your dream, buut can I request a full scene of Dan Heng nuzzling into reader and then paying some attention to their neck? 👀

I just have to stop everything to write this, bless you anon for giving me the excuse to do so ///

Dan Heng gently nuzzles into your temple, letting out a long, soft exhale. His arms were wound loosely around you as you settled into his lap, warm and inviting like it was a place always meant for you. 

He continues to brush his nose through your hair, stilling but for a moment as if to bask in your sweet scent. He was being unusually affectionate today, something that had you happily melting in his embrace as you tilted your head lovingly and placed your hands upon the broad planes of his chest. 

Dan Heng gave a soft hum in approval, eliciting a smile upon your lips as he began to place chaste kisses along the side of your face. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed he started to go lower, lower until he reached the edge of your jawline, almost tickling you with the feather-light touch of his lips. 

And then with a warm swipe of his tongue, he left a stripe of wetness up the column of your neck, sending shivers through your being. 

“D-Dan Heng…!” You whimper out, but he merely continues to lap at the sensitive skin of your neck, slow and methodical like it was satiating some craving inside of him. 

Your hands grip onto the thin fabric of his shirt as he continues with the onslaught, body shuddering with every motion of his tongue. 

A heat rises in your cheeks and settles in your core at his ministrations, and soon your fingers are flying up to desperately card through his dark hair. 

The low sound he makes against your neck sends vibrations through you, further intensifying the feeling that was rising deep inside of you. 

You’re already in a haze when he latches his lips onto the gentle curve of your skin and gives a light suck, causing you to pitifully cry out into the otherwise quiet room. 

He pulls away with a soft pop, a silvery string of saliva breaking from the distance as his heavy lidded eyes meet your pleasure-filled ones. 

“Looks like we’ll need to continue this in my bed.”

The next morning at breakfast, March innocently asks what that red spot on your neck was from, causing both you and Dan Heng to choke on your food in embarrassment.

[promised--freedom]

finally stopped being lazy and replaced my tablet pen and it's so nice to feel like i can actually draw again, even if it's just for some silly sketchy things. i'm very Not Good at working with lines, so i really rely on pressure sensitivity to be able to just blob stuff in and paint over it