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Soo....
Since some of y'all are concerned for Roman, I kinda wanna do something
Send your asks about Roman and Clarence's childhood!
Get more information and see if Clarence deserves a public execution! (jokes, jokes, all jokes)
But yeah, send your asks and I'll try my best to answer them as I have a tendency to fall asleep and take naps!
I'm also gonna try tags, see if it'll lead more people to my blog!
Dogtags & Daydreams
Summary: Childhood promises are easily made, but life often has other plans. Simon and Knox vowed to be friends forever, a promise that seemed unbreakable… until Simon's unexpected path led him away. Now hardened and detached, Simon's carefully constructed world is shaken when a familiar face appears among the newest recruits, stirring up a nostalgia he thought he'd buried. For Knox, trouble was a constant companion until his best friend, Simon, left for the military, leaving him adrift. Legal woes lead Knox to a surprising opportunity: joining the military. There, he unexpectedly reunites with Simon, and together, they embark on a journey of redemption, fighting not only on the battlefield but also against the very system that offered Knox his second chance, proving that life's greatest battles are often fought alongside those we hold closest. (Ghost x M!OC)
Chapter 2 - New Friends
Author’s Notes: I know we all get bored with OC introductions too. I tried to keep it short. Thank you for bearing with me!
August 19th. 1986. 2:17 p.m. Manchester, England.
The rain had finally given Manchester a break.
Sunlight spilled over the neighborhood, warm and unfamiliar, drying the puddles left behind by days of storms. Pavement steamed faintly, the air thick with that damp, earthy smell that followed heavy rain. With school still out for the summer holiday, Knox wasted no time taking advantage of it.
His mother gave him a reprieve from unpacking, and he bolted for the door.
Skateboard tucked under one arm, Walkman clipped at his waist, Knox set off down the street with Bad Brains blasting through his headphones. He mouthed the lyrics as he rode, wheels rattling over cracked pavement, weaving between sunlit patches and lingering damp spots.
After a while, he rolled up to a small neighborhood park. Nothing special—just a swing set, a jungle gym, and a stretch of worn grass—but what caught his attention were the bikes and scooters tossed haphazardly near the wood-chip ground.
Kids. A decent number of them. All around his age.
Knox slowed, kicked his board up into his hand, and coasted closer. The boys were kicking a football back and forth, shouting over one another. He slipped his headphones off, tied the cord around them, and stuffed them into his hoodie pocket before dropping his skateboard beside the cluster of bikes.
Hands shoved into his hoodie, Knox walked over. “Need an extra?” He asked, casual and confident.
The boys exchanged looks. One of them—a blond kid—sized him up. “You any good?”
Knox flashed a wide, cheeky grin. “Why don’tchya find out?”
That earned a few laughs, and just like that, he was in.
Knox stuck close to the blond boy—Simon, he soon learned. They ended up on the same side, working to keep the ball away from a pair of redheaded twins and another boy with long hair. Their makeshift goals were the empty swing sets, with one boundary marked by an abandoned scooter lying on its side.
“Kick it here, Simon!” one of their teammates shouted. “I’ve got a clear shot!” Simon glanced up, spotted the opening, and swerved around one of the twins before passing the ball cleanly. The shot landed dead-on.
Immediately, the protests started.
“No way—you cheated!” One twin snapped.
Simon stopped, planting his feet. “How d’you figure?” He asked coolly, arms crossing.
“You always cheat!” The other twin added, storming up beside his brother.
The long-haired boy retrieved the ball and frowned. “I didn’t see him cheat.”
“Course you didn’t—you won,” one of the twins scoffed.
Simon didn’t move. Didn’t back down either. He just stared them down. "Prove it.”
One of the twins stepped forward like he was about to swing. Knox moved without thinking. “I didn’t see him cheat either,” he said, stepping closer.
The twins hesitated, eyes flicking to the newcomer. “Stay outta this, Yorkie,” one huffed. “Go home.”
Knox tilted his head, a grin creeping back. “Oh yeah? You wanna see cheating?” Before they could react, Knox grabbed the ball and hurled it—thwap—right into one twin’s head. It bounced off and smacked into the other.
“Hey!” another boy shouted, stepping forward. “You can’t do that!”
Knox shrugged. “But I did. Now what?”
The kid swung. Knox barely had time to blink before someone yanked him backward. He stumbled, crashing into Simon as they both hit the ground. “What was that for?!” Knox barked.
Simon shot him a look. “Oh, sorry—would you rather he knocked your teeth in? My bad.”
Above them, the boy loomed. “You’re both dead!”
Simon and Knox exchanged a glance—instant understanding. They scrambled to their feet and bolted. Bikes rattled. Feet pounded. Shouts erupted behind them. Simon jumped on his bike and started pedaling hard. Knox ran alongside, board tucked under his arm, trying to reach the pavement.
“Bloody hell—c’mere!” Simon huffed, grabbing Knox’s arm and yanking him closer. Knox stumbled, then caught himself, planting one foot on the back peg and gripping Simon’s shoulder as they shot forward.
Knox burst out laughing. “Dude, that was awesome!”
“We’re not outta the woods yet, stupid!” Simon snapped, glancing back at the kids chasing them on bikes and scooters.
Knox groaned. “I need a slingshot, man.” He squinted ahead. “You got a hiding spot?”
Simon shook his head, breathless. “Honestly? Just hopin’ they get tired first.”
Knox thought fast. “Take a left up here—my house. They don’t know where I live. You can dump the bike in the bushes.”
Simon hesitated, then nodded and turned sharply. They tore into Knox’s street, pedaling harder, ducking into his driveway, and shoving the bike into the overgrown bushes before sprinting through the gate into the backyard. They crouched on the other side of the fence, listening.
“I swear they went this way!” “Check the next street!” “Look for Simon’s bike!”
Knox snickered, nudging Simon’s shoulder. “Dude. That was awesome.” He repeated his earlier statement.
“You’re weird,” Simon said flatly, peeking over the fence. Knox grinned and glanced toward the back door.
“You wanna hang out?”
Simon eyed him. “What’ve you got to do?”
“Still unpacking,” Knox shrugged. “But I’ve got my Commodore set up.”
Simon hesitated—then brightened slightly. “…I got cash if we can order pizza.”
Knox’s eyes lit up. “Yes. Dude. Come on.” He grabbed Simon’s sleeve and dragged him inside.
Boxes filled the house—half-unpacked, stacked, scattered. Simon barely registered the living room before Knox pulled him down the hall and into a small bedroom. A bed and desk were set up, but the rest was chaos. Skateboard in one corner. An old guitar leaning against the wall. Clothes scattered.
Knox shoved Simon into the desk chair and pulled out a folding one for himself. “My mum got this for my birthday,” he said proudly, booting up the Commodore. “It’s called Zork.” The screen flickered to life.
Simon blinked. “You’re kinda nerdy, huh.”
Knox shrugged. “Nah. I just like stuff that’s different.”
Simon chuckled and started typing. They took turns making choices, laughing, and arguing. When the game prompted them to fight or flee, Simon typed flee. “No way—fight him!” Knox protested.
Simon smirked. “You like fighting, huh?”
“Why d’you say that?”
“You just moved here and already tried to start a fight with the Davis twins.”
“I was defending you.”
Simon frowned. “From what? They hadn’t even thrown a punch. You don’t even know me.”
“Don’t gotta,” Knox said simply. “You were nice. They weren’t.” He poked Simon’s arm, pointing out a bruise. “Besides—you look like you get into fights plenty.”
Simon covered it quickly. “Mind your own.”
Knox froze, then raised his hands. “Whoa—sorry.”
Silence stretched. Simon stared at the screen. “It’s not that simple,” he muttered. “I’m smaller.”
Knox opened his mouth. "You're not—" Then stopped. The look in Simon’s eyes wasn’t anger. It was fear. There was more to the story there. "Or,” Knox tried gently, “you could just hang out with me more.”
Simon didn’t answer right away. Then he nodded and typed flee.
The maze continued.
~TBC~
(All I can say is I love little Simon! And, well, trigger warnings moving forward. You’ve been warned!)
[Chapter 1], [Chapter 2],
Dogtags & Daydreams
Summary: Childhood promises are easily made, but life often has other plans. Simon and Knox vowed to be friends forever, a promise that seemed unbreakable… until Simon's unexpected path led him away. Now hardened and detached, Simon's carefully constructed world is shaken when a familiar face appears among the newest recruits, stirring up a nostalgia he thought he'd buried. For Knox, trouble was a constant companion until his best friend, Simon, left for the military, leaving him adrift. Legal woes lead Knox to a surprising opportunity: joining the military. There, he unexpectedly reunites with Simon, and together, they embark on a journey of redemption, fighting not only on the battlefield but also against the very system that offered Knox his second chance, proving that life's greatest battles are often fought alongside those we hold closest. (Ghost x M!OC)
Chapter 1 - Gray Skies
Author’s Notes: First off, I just wanted to say thank you for giving this story a shot. Second, this is a fairly new writing style I’m trying out, with the back and forth between past and present. I’m trying my best but if you have any suggestions, please feel free to let me know!
Disclaimer: My version of Ghost follows the comic books a little more, leaning into the 2009 games, but not exclusively. There will be references to each version of him to make it more fun for the reader but that’s just the version of him I’m partial to. Because I’m leaning towards that 2009-ish time frame, I will be vague with dates. I imagine 2009 Ghost was born roughly in the early seventies..? I’m not sure, just my own guess.
August 16th. 1986. 8:32 a.m. Manchester, England.
Manchester came into view slowly, like the town itself wasn’t in any hurry to be seen. It wasn’t a bad place—just not anyone’s favorite. It was the sort of town you ended up in, not one you chose. Cold and rain-soaked, like most of England, but somehow duller than the rest, as if even in its best years it had never quite managed to shine.
An old Ford Cortina rattled along the wet asphalt, every bump felt through its tired frame. In the front passenger seat sat a ten-year-old boy, headphones clamped over his ears, a Walkman resting in his lap. He stared out the rain-streaked window, watching the gray blur of buildings pass by, lost somewhere between the music and his thoughts.
The woman driving turned onto a narrow street and smiled, her voice brightening. “Hey—there’s your new school, Knox,” she said, pointing ahead with one hand.
Knox didn’t react. The music drowned her out completely.
She reached over and nudged his arm gently. He sighed, rolling his eyes as he lifted one earcup off.
“What?” He groaned.
She gestured again toward the building. Knox followed her motion and frowned, hazel eyes narrowing as he took it in. After a moment, he slumped back into his seat.
“Woo hoo,” he muttered flatly. “Another school with another stupid uniform we can’t afford.”
His mother exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Knox, please don’t think of it like that,” she said. “I know we’ve moved around a bit recently, but this is it. We’re settling here.”
He shrugged. “Pretty sure you said that about Yorkshire last year.”
She sighed, heavier this time, but didn’t argue. She was young—too young, really, to be doing this alone. Single motherhood sat on her shoulders like a weight she never got to put down. “I’m trying my best,” she said quietly. “Okay?”
Knox glanced at her, his expression softening just a little. He sighed, sat up, and wound the headphone cord around his fingers before stuffing it and the Walkman into the pocket of his hoodie. “I know, Mum,” he mumbled.
Silence settled between them again as the car turned onto a quiet residential street. Rows of narrow houses lined the road, each one nearly identical to the last—brick fronts darkened by rain, small fenced gardens, curtains drawn tight against the gray morning. Knox’s mother slowed the car, humming softly as her eyes darted from house to house, checking numbers.
Then she lit up. “Oh—this is it!” she chimed, pulling into the driveway with a small burst of triumph.
Knox unbuckled and stretched once he climbed out of the car, joints stiff from the ride. He took a moment to look at the house. It was small, but decent—modest in a way that felt honest. Nothing fancy, but solid. Enough for the two of them.
A burst of laughter caught his attention. Down the street, a few houses away, a group of toddlers splashed gleefully through muddy puddles, shrieking as rainwater soaked their trousers and shoes.
“See?” his mother said, patting his back as she moved toward the trunk. “You’ll make friends here no problem.”
Knox rolled his eyes. “Those are babies, Mum.”
“Oh, well excuse me,” she laughed. “I forget—you’re ten now. Practically grown.” She teased him, then glanced at the overgrown patch of grass in the front yard. “Guess since you’re a grown man, you can start mowing the lawn.”
Knox visibly cringed. He quickly grabbed the first box from the trunk before she could add anything else. “Right—yeah—soon as the rain lets up,” he said quickly, backing toward the house.
Her laughter followed him up the path.
They made only the necessary trips for the time being, leaving the rest of the boxes for later once the rain eased. By lunchtime, the kitchen was halfway assembled—plates stacked, cutlery sorted, the bare essentials unpacked. The rain slowed to a light drizzle, and Knox’s mother sent him out to start moving boxes into the garage while she tackled phone calls to utility companies.
And, if she was lucky, ordering pizza.
Knox pulled his hoodie tight over his head and trudged back and forth, boredom settling in with each trip. By his fifth or sixth load, he slowed when he noticed a woman walking along the sidewalk. She held an umbrella overhead while a toddler at her side stomped happily through every puddle in reach.
“Well hello, dear,” the woman said warmly as she approached. “Are you the new neighbors?”
Knox glanced at her, then deliberately at the stack of boxes beside him before nodding. “Uh… yeah,” he said. “My mum’s inside. D’you need somethin’?”
His tone wasn’t rude—just flat.
The woman smiled anyway. “Just wanted to say hello and welcome to the neighborhood.” She nodded down at the toddler. “This is Tommy. He’s taken quite a liking to walks lately.”
Knox nodded once and reached for another box. “You know,” she added, pausing before moving on, “you look about the same age as my oldest. Maybe you two could hang out sometime—if you’re looking for a friend.”
Knox hesitated. “Mm… sure, I guess,” he said quietly. “Does he skate?”
She tilted her head, thinking. “He’s only got a bike for now,” she admitted. “But he’s a good kid. I’ll send him over one day.” With that, she continued down the street, Tommy splashing behind her.
Knox shrugged the encounter off and finished unloading the trunk. He shut the garage door and headed inside, peeling his damp hoodie off as he reached the kitchen. His mother was unpacking dishes, humming faintly as she worked.
“The neighbor lady stopped by,” Knox said casually.
She looked up. “Oh? Did you catch her name?”
“Nope. She had a toddler with her. Said somethin’ about sendin’ her older kid over to play.”
His mother nodded. “Well… that’s something, at least.” The doorbell rang. She straightened, grabbing her purse and pulling out some cash before handing it to Knox. “Pizza’s here. Wanna do the honors?”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Knox darted to the door, paid the delivery kid, and returned with the box balanced in his arms. They each grabbed a slice and sat on the kitchen floor, backs against the cabinets, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes.
After a moment, his mother glanced sideways at him. “…Did you tip the delivery kid?”
Knox froze mid-bite, then grinned around a mouthful of pizza. “Sure,” he said innocently.
She sighed. “Knox Ryker, you’re destined for trouble.”
Knox responded with his best attempt at an evil laugh.
~TBC~
(Okay, super short, I know, but Chapter 2 is already out. I just didn’t want the first one to seem so long-winded; this felt like a good stopping point for a first chapter.)
[Chapter 1], [Chapter 2],
sighssss the cod content is awakening the creature in my brain. might start posting it again 😆
ngl i miss the 2022 era of cod ✊😔
//he has art now
i saw the new cod trailer and figured it's been so long since i drew my girls :)
very proud of this uwu
Their names are Breanna and Alice btw uwu
Sitting here giggling to myself bc of this stupid thought in my head... Divorced dad support group on base, consisting of a few soldiers, Danny, and Makarov.
Makarov has no children, and as far as anyone knows he hasn't been married, he's there because he and Nolan got in an argument and Nolan said he was "taking the kids" picking up one of the recruits and storming out of his office.
