I Beg Of You, I Need More Of Your COD Ghosts Content!! I Love Your Art So Much. (And I’d Love To See

posting this here too just in case...

Simps 'R Us, Between the Sheets edition: Your faves and the wholesome and funny things you two get up to in bed, part I.

Capt. John Price - When he's half asleep and about to snore loud enough to wake the dead (Price vehemently denies this), you like to have random conversations with him because you know questions you ask will do one of two things: elicit a nonsensical answer from the Cap'n or... wake him up from his sleep altogether.

Gaz - Is curling up into himself because you're the big spoon, you're running your hands over his body because he's highkey lowkey ticklish, and your face is buried in his neck because... he's highkey lowkey ticklish. "Darling, please—" Gaz manages to gasp out between... wait, are you giggling, Garrick?

Soap - Your darling golden retriever chaotic good boyfriend loves... to sleep naked. You're not complaining, though, especially because he loves it when you lay on him. You've made a home for yourself between his thighs; his stomach is your pillow, and he usually has a hand rubbing your head. Helps him to relax, y'know, bonnie? And whenever you don't lay on him, it's an affront to Johnny's... everything. His heart is broken. His soul is crushed. You're too far away from him (even though you're still right under him). How could you do this to him? He can't live like this. No other stud muffin can offer you what he can, beautiful. But no really, bonnie, he needs you on top of him like... yesterday.

Ghost - You really like his body. Like... really like his body. You blow raspberries on his stomach, you smack his ass, you talk about his eyelashes—scratch that, you love his body. To you, every scar tells a story, and you've asked him plenty of times to talk about them. And then you did the unthinkable that had Simon wanting to disappear into the fucking blankets—"Si-bear, I didn't know you had a mole on your inner thigh!" Bloody fucking hell, he'll never hear the end of this. And then you kissed it and Ghost's face had never felt so bloody hot before. Christ, you'll be the death of him, sweetheart.

Roach - Nothing but the most sickeningly saccharine stuff to ever stuff happens with Roach. A poke-fest, a kiss-fest, a tickle-fest, you name it, it happens. Roach loves to sleep with his face buried in your chest and arms wound tight around you. Always. You rubbing his head soothes him to sleep as well.

Alex - You're also the big spoon here, too. You're busy talking about conspiracy theories you believe the government is/was involved in and Alex is entertaining you ("That so, Boss?"). In actuality, his eyes are comically wide because the truth is oftentimes stranger than fiction and you may or may not be walking a little heavy there, Boss.

Alejandro - Is the big spoon to your little spoon in bed no matter what you're doing. Loves to intertwine your legs together, too. Alejo murmurs how much he loves you in your ear and kisses the top of your head before telling you good night.

Rudy - Sometimes when he's asleep, you'll whisper "Rodolfo" in his ear which causes Rudy to shoot up, eyes comically wide because the only time someone calls him by his full government name is when he gets into shit but it wasn't him this time, it was that idiot Alvarez— "Didn't get to tell you good night and I love you, Rudy, so... good night and I love you, Rudy." Oh. Oh. Ha. Real funny.

Farah - A cuddle bunny through and through. She loves laying up under you, her head resting on your shoulder or under your chin, or her face in the crook of your neck. She wants to hear you as you sleep. She wants to feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest or the resonances as you speak. Farah simply can't get enough of you.

Keegan - It's really you teasing him because Keegan isn't one to really get flustered or deviate from his infamously neutral expression. Much. Until you came along. You two are relaxing in bed and you're the one randomly calling out, "Hey, Kee-Kee," to which Keegan makes the most surprised and disgusted face in response and you're wheezing.

found this from moot :3

"I would die for you."

"I don't want you to die."

"I would kill for you."

"I don't want you to kill."

"Then I have nothing to offer you."

"If I ever find the person who made you think you're worth nothing more than that, they'll pay dearly."

Soap: Good luck, Gaz! Break a leg out there!

Ghost: That’s awful, Johnny. That’s an awful thing to say!

Soap: No, no, Ghost. It’s just a saying for good luck.

Ghost: Oh.

Ghost: Well in that case; Gaz, I sincerely hope you are hit by a bus.

This results in the boys having a strange tradition of wishing the most gruesome accidents upon each other.

“I’m heading out.”

“I hope a commercial airline dive bombs from the sky and hits you.”

“Thanks, man.”

The soldiers started keeping track of all the shit they were hear one of their superiors say.

“I hope a gas line explodes next to your face.”

“Well, I hope a you get run over by a tank.”

“Aw, really?”

It was a joke by this point. No one but Soap, Gaz, and Ghost were in on it. Price wanted to know but they would only ignore any questions he had. He decided to leave them be after a while. They’re enjoying themselves and, most importantly, not getting into trouble. So they can keep their weird inside joke a secret.

soap simp folder THIS, soap simp folder THAT, the question IS: does Ghost take photos??

He does

SoapGhost as parents! How would that go?

Idk about having their own, but I like the thought of them being good with kids.. I think the gangster would die in them immediately... Here's some more:

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Paring: Toxic FWB!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Sergeant!Reader; John “Soap” MacTavish x Fem!Sergeant!Reader

Summary: (Request from anon) - The first time you tell Simon "no."

Rating: Mature/Restricted - MDNI.

Word Count: 2.3k

Categories: angst, hurt/no comfort

CWs*: Very very very Toxic!Simon - he’s actually the worst. No aftercare. Super self deprecating reader. A little too damn dramatic for no reason.

A/n: Half ass edited. I'm sorry. Work is wearing me tf out. Thank you for all the love on the original toxic fwb!ghost post tho.

*you are responsible for the content you consume. please heed all content warnings before proceeding.

MASTERLIST

Things had been weird since Johnny had managed to intercept every interaction Simon would have with you. It was starting to piss the lieutenant off. It felt like every single time he went to speak with you, there Soap was, clung to your side like a god damn puppy.

He tried to change the schedule you two had unconsciously created. He used to show up at your door at 11PM. Then Johnny started doing the same. 

“Havin’ a hard time sleepin’, lass,” The Scott would tell you. “You always make me feel better. Would ya mind talkin’ my ear off?” 

After Simon caught on, he started showing up at 10PM. 

At first, it would work. He’d spend forty five minutes pounding into you, making a mess of your body while you whimpered. Tears of pleasure filled your eyes as he tugged on your hair. His hips slammed into your own as his fingertips gripped at your waist, leaving bruises behind. It was enough time to get his fill of her before leaving without a word. The only sound emitting from him was one of him grunting as he pulled up his pants and walked out the door. Aftercare was never his forte.

To save yourself from tears, you tried not to think about it. Instead, you ignored the ache in your body as you quickly shot off of whichever surface Simon had chosen to fuck you on for the night, and you put yourself straight into the shower. By the time that you had finished washing and scrubbing away the shame you felt between your legs, there was another knock on your door. You knew exactly who it was.

You weren't sure that you were in a place to be a means of support for the Scottish Sergeant knocking at your door, but you opened it nonetheless. He’s got a sheepish grin on his face, but it quickly falls when he sees the state you’re in.

Seeing you fresh out of the shower wasn’t something unusual for him. There have been plenty of times, both on and off duty, where he’d seen you scrubbed clean with wet hair and a bare face. It didn’t faze him. What did faze him was the worn look that took over your features - the way your smile was disingenuous. It didn’t quite reach your eyes…

Yet you didn't hesitate to give him a shoulder. “Hey Soap,” you greeted with a raspy voice. “Come on - bed’s all ready to go. “M ready to talk your ears off.” 

“Bonnie,” is all he says when he walks in. He quickly takes your hand and leads you over to the bed. The scent of sex hits his nose as he sits you down. It’s as if it’s permanently buried into them. It makes him want to vomit. He didn’t understand what Simon didn’t see in you. How could Simon take one look at you and not fall completely? 

Sure, you may have enjoyed the activities for the forty five minutes it lasted, but the way you looked after it all? It was heartbreaking. It was as if you knew how bad Simon was for you, but you couldn’t pull yourself out of it. Every time that he grabbed you, came to your door, looked you in the eyes, it felt impossible to tell him no. All you wanted to was to be with him, be close to him, and look where it got you.

Johnny shakes his head in disapproval. There’s nothing that he yearns for more than to march over to Simon’s quarters and punch him square in the jaw. He’s got the most beautiful woman they’d ever known in the palm of his hands, and this is how he treats her? This is how he leaves her feeling, like nothing but a human fleshlight? Fuck that.

But he doesn’t do it. Instead, he helps his fellow sergeant lie down in the bed, turning you on your side so that you're facing him. His big and burley arms create a cage around your frame. Like a dog returning to its kennel for comfort, you bury your face into the man’s chest and silently cry.

“I know it’s none of my business, darlin’,” Johnny says. “But whatever you and Simon have? You deserve much more; you don’t have to stick around for him forever. There are good things out there for you.”

Something in the air shifts at his words. The crying and the soft trembling suddenly stops, and he can feel your hands grip even harder at the shirt he’s wearing.

“G’night, Soap,” is all you manage to say.

You fell asleep in Johnny’s arms that night. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, but it was the first time you didn’t spend the entire night thinking of Simon Riley.

Soap started showing up at 9PM every night from there on. It was a routine he’d fallen into with you: Eat dinner at 8. Shower at 8:30. Get ready for bed by 8:50. Meet in your room at 9:00. Sleep at 10:00.

It was every single god damn night, and between missions and training, it left no room for Simon to get a moment alone with you. There was no time for him to use you, release his frustrations onto you in the form of deep thrusts and hitched breathing.

It’s four weeks, an entire month, of all of this until he finally gets the chance to fuck you again. He’s so pent up that he’s sure he’ll cum the second he’s inside of her, but he can’t even care. He needed her.

Johnny had been out on leave for a few days - a family emergency. He’d quickly said goodbye to you, giving you a kiss on the forehead, promising he’d be back soon, before he was off base.

Finally, Simon thought, no more distractions.

The clock strikes 10PM, and the lieutenant is right outside of your door. His large fist pounds against your door three times, and it makes your jump in surprise. When you manage to calm yourself down, however, you realize who it is and what he’s there for.

You takes a few seconds to take a few deep breaths. It had been so long since you and Simon had done anything. Any time he went to make a move, Johnny had been there, pulling you in another direction. Though, you couldn’t complain.

You have little time to think about it as you hear Simon’s deep, raspy voice speak to you through the door. “Come on, love,” he says. “Open up.”

Love.

The way he fucked you was full of anything but… He didn’t start slow. He didn’t seem to wait for you to adjust. The second he entered you, he set a harsh, unforgiving pace. He fucked you. He didn’t love you.

Before you knew it, you were opening the door. If you pulled any harder, you’d be ripping it off of its hinges.

Your eyes catch a glimpse of deep, dark brown eyes and blonde lashes. You used to love those eyes. You used to want to swim in them, letting the dark abyss completely take you. Fuck, maybe you still crave that feeling.

“There you are,” Simon coos. There’s a smugness to his voice, as if he’s won something from you.

“Lieutenant Riley,” You say. Your tone is void of any emotion. All you were to him was a Sergeant, and to you, he was only your Lieutenant.

Simon doesn’t say another word as his large hands find their way down to your hips where he grips you tight. His feet begin moving, pushing you back inside of the room, before one of them kicks the door closed behind him.

As Simon reaches down to pull off the shirt you had been wearing, you push him away. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Simon is dumbfounded by the reaction. “I’m here to fuck you,” he says, as if it’s the most sane thing in the world. “What’s gotten into you?”

You shake your head at him. “No, Simon,” you tell him. “You need to get out of here. I don’t wanna see you anymore.”

Simon laughs. He actually fucking laughs. “That easy to move on, yeah? What, does Soap fuck you better than I do?”

“It’s not about that-“

“So he doesn’t?”

“Fuck you! That's not what I said,” You respond. “Just don’t wanna be around you anymore. I’m done.”

A pit begins to form in the bottom of Simon’s stomach. He can finally feel the weight of his actions. Every little thing he’d done to you was finally beginning to form into a huge ball of consequences. “So what? You in love with him or something?” He asks, envy taking over his demeanor.

“I didn’t say that, Simon,” you respond. “Not that it’s any of your business anyways.”

Ping!

You glance down at your phone as it goes off. A notification pops up on the screen - a little green icon. 

JOHN MACTAVISH Hey darling. Everything’s going as well as a family emergency can over here. Fancy a face chat in a few? 

The message is followed up by a single heart emoji. 

Simon lets out a sort of growl as he sees the message. “Can’t fuckin’ believe this - you can’t be with him!” 

“You can’t tell me what to do!” You argue. Your hands reach up and push against his hard chest, knocking him back only a small step. “You don’t fucking own me, Simon. You never did! I have never been yours, and I will never be yours! You made that clear long ago!” 

“So because I kept up my end of our deal - the one we both made to not catch any feelings, I’m being punished for it?” Simon challenges. 

You roll your eyes and throw your hands up in frustration. “Oh my fucking god, do you even hear yourself? Like do you actually hear the fucking words that you’re saying to me right now?” 

“If you really think that Johnny can fuck you better-”

“It’s not always about sex, Simon!” You interrupt in an outburst. He finally goes silent as you take a few deep breaths. “Maybe I’m catching feelings for him, and if you really don’t feel anything for me, then you shouldn’t have an issue with that,” you declare. “Soap - John treats me really fuckin’ good, and I’m not gonna ruin whatever the fuck it is I have going on with him just because you can’t keep it in your pants. Go find another soldier to make  your barracks bunny.” 

Simon is left dumbfounded at your words. There couldn’t be any way that Johnny could actually be winning you over, right? 

You run a hand through your hair in exhaustion. “Listen, Simon, I think you should go.”

“Love-”

“Don’t call me that.” The way you immediately shut him down takes him by surprise. You’d never been so defiant with him before. 

Before he can say anything else, your phone begins to ring. His fists clenched as he sees a photo of the Scottish Sergeant illuminate your screen. It’s a silly photo - a mirror selfie in which the man is poking his tongue out. It’s the type of photo you send to a lass to make her giggle. 

Simon’s heart sinks into the bottom of his stomach as he can see you softly smile. 

You move to look back at the man in your room, ready to ask him to leave, but he’s already moving out the door, slamming it behind him. It makes you flinch, but you quickly forget about it as you pick up your phone to answer the call. 

As soon as you do, you see Johnny’s face, a sweet grin spreads across it. You get lost in the digital sea of his blue eyes as he greets you. “Bonnie!” He exclaims. “There she is. Was gettin’ worried that you’d fallen asleep. Didn’t wanna wake you.” 

You shake your head. “No, I’m awake,” you chuckle. Blush fills your cheeks and you can feel the tips of your ears become warm as you admit to him, “I miss you.”

Johnny feels his heart skip a beat. “I miss you too, lass,” he tells you. “I’ll be back before you know it though. Just wait patiently for me, like a good girl, yeah?” 

You giggle. “Sure thing.” 

Meanwhile, Simon has his head pressed against your door. He’d missed his chance to make things right - to tell you how damn sorry he was for treating you so horribly. He’d miss the chance to tell you that he was falling in love with you faster than he could process, and it fucking terrified him. He’d never get the chance again. 

Now, there he was, standing pathetically outside of your door as he listened in to your conversation with Johnny. He can feel tears well up in his eyes as he picks up on how light and soft the tone of your voice is when you speak with the other man. It was a lot softer than you’d ever given him. Why couldn’t it have been like that between you and him?

Simon shakes his head and grunts as he blinks back the water in his eyes. He pushed himself away from the door, and he made his way down to the training area where he took out all of his anger on a poor punching bag. By the time he was done, his knuckles were raw and bloody from the lack of proper protection. 

As his brown eyes fixated upon the broken skin, all he could think about his how different the conversation could have gone if he had just opened himself up to you. 

But hey,

self sabotage is what Simon Riley did best.

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yeah i've been laughing at it for 30 min