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schizo-bbgs · 1 day

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(Task Force) SAS ghost

I wanted to draw a left-handed shooter setup (even adjusted the gas masks filter for this one :3) I'm pretty happy with the result!

#call of duty #mw2 #cod #modern warfare 2 #callofduty #ghost #simon ghost riley #call of duty mobile

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starrynights-and-rainyfanarts · 2 days

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I'm making myself sad again.

#soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #ghostsoap #modern warfare 2 #soapghost #mwii #ghoap

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rj-opp · 3 days

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Riley siblings :)

+ Ghoap childhood memories

#cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon x johnny #johnny x simon #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #cod

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ltash · 1 day

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Pic credits @skylovesducks

Ghost takes care of you when you hurt yourself.

You have fever and hurt your foot but Ghost takes care of you and stitch you up.

"I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin I want to savor, at the colour in his eyes i'd use to paint a million pictures."

•~ Tahereh Mafi ~•

Finally reaching the sink, I filled a glass with water, my hands shaking uncontrollably. As I brought the glass to my lips, relief washed over me momentarily, but it was short-lived.

With a sudden crash, the glass slipped from my grasp, shattering on the floor. I gasped in shock, the sound echoing through the silent room.

Just then, Ghost appeared at the doorway, his presence unexpected. He was clad in his tactical gear, a silent guardian in the darkness.

My scream pierced the air as the sharp edge of the glass pierced my foot, sending waves of pain coursing through my body. Ghost swiftly turned on the lights, revealing the scene before him.

"Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath as he took in the sight of me standing on the shards of broken glass.

Without hesitation, Ghost rushed to my side, his arms wrapping around my waist to steady me. "I've got you," he reassured me in his thick British accent, his voice a calming presence amidst the chaos.

With gentle care, he lifted me into his arms, cradling me close as he assessed the situation. My eyes fluttered open, the fever evident in the heat radiating from my body. Ghost removed one of his gloves and placed a cool hand on my forehead, confirming his suspicions.

"Fucking Hell! You are burning, Love," he whispered.

I was burning up with fever, and Ghost knew he needed to act quickly to help me.

In that moment, I felt as fragile as a porcelain doll in Ghost's strong arms. My long hair cascaded around my face, framing my delicate features. I was only partially conscious, my lips parted as I gasped in pain from the injury.

As Ghost held me close, he couldn't help but notice the vulnerability in my demeanor. My nightgown, now disheveled, failed to contain me, revealing the delicate curves of my body. A strap had slipped down my shoulder, exposing more of my skin to his gaze.

Despite the urgency of the situation, Ghost found himself momentarily transfixed by my beauty. He reminded himself of the task at hand, gently shifting my weight in his arms as he focused on getting me the help I needed.

"So fucking beautiful you are," he thought to himself.

As Ghost cradled me in his arms, a tumult of conflicting emotions washed over him. Despite my fragile state, he couldn't help but be captivated by my ethereal beauty. My delicate features, even in distress, seemed to glow with an otherworldly radiance.

But as much as he longed to hold me close and lose himself in my beauty, he knew that I needed medical attention urgently. Suppressing his own desires, he focused on the task at hand, determined to get me the help I needed.

Involuntarily he brushed his thumb over my trembling lips. My lips felt like rose petals under his touch.

He carried me effortlessly in his arms and to the couch. After placing me on the couch, he noticed the sharp piece of glass in my foot.

"Steaming Jesus!" he said as he saw I was bleeding. He rushed towards the kitchen, looking through the cabinets for a first aid box. He couldn't find any, so he ran upstairs to his room. He had his medical kit there.

Ghost's heart raced as he hurried to fetch his medical kit. With practiced efficiency, he retrieved the kit from his room and dashed back downstairs to my side.

Gently, he examined my foot, careful not to cause me any further discomfort. With steady hands, he removed the shard of glass and cleaned the wound, his mind focused solely on easing my pain and ensuring my safety.

The gash was big and it had to be stitched. He had nothing to numb me while he stitched me up. "Fucking hell! What do I do now?" he muttered, not wanting to cause me more pain.

Frantically, he searched again through his medical kit, hoping to find some kind of pain relief. His brow furrowed in frustration as he realized there was nothing suitable. Thinking quickly, he considered his options.

"I'll have to do it quickly," he murmured to himself, his gaze flickering to my pained expression. With a determined exhale, he prepared to stitch my wound, aiming to make the process as swift and gentle as possible.

In his training, he had learned to stitch wounds. Most wounds he did were his or sometimes his comrades'. Mostly, they were gunshot or stab wounds.

My voice was barely a whisper as I questioned Ghost's actions. "What are you doing?" I asked, my tone laced with pain.

"Ssh!" Ghost's voice was firm but gentle as he focused on his task. "I am stitching your wound," he explained, his hands moving swiftly yet delicately.

I winced with each prick of the needle, my pain evident in the way I bit my lip and whimpered softly. Despite the discomfort, I tried my best to stay still, gripping the corners of the couch tightly.

"It hurts," I managed to say between clenched teeth, my eyes squeezed shut against the pain.

"I know, love," Ghost replied sympathetically, his voice filled with empathy. "But I have nothing to numb the wound and I have to do it because you are bleeding."

"Can't you just call an ambulance or call 911?" I clenched my teeth, hissing with pain.

I was met with silence.

As Ghost continued to work, my breathing grew ragged, my body tense with discomfort. Yet, through it all, Ghost remained focused, his movements steady and precise as he stitched my wound with care and skill.

While stitching my wound, his fingers brushed against my skin as he worked, his touch gentle yet firm. "Stay still, love," he instructed softly, his voice a soothing presence amidst the pain.

I nodded faintly, my body trembling slightly from both the pain and the effort to remain still. I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing as Ghost continued his task with steady hands and unwavering concentration.

Despite the discomfort, I found myself oddly comforted by Ghost's presence. There was something reassuring about the way he handled the situation, his calm demeanor offering me a sense of security amidst the chaos of my pain.

As he worked, the silence between us was punctuated only by the occasional sound of my soft whimper or Ghost's murmured reassurance.

My whimpers were driving him crazy. He was a man, after all; it was hard to control himself, so he was fighting himself on this. I was driving him crazy.

He worked quickly and carefully, trying to minimize my discomfort as much as possible. With each stitch, he could see the pain etched on my face, and it tore at him.

"I'm almost done," he reassured me, his voice soft and comforting despite the urgency of the situation. He focused on his task, his hands steady despite the turmoil raging within him.

Once he finished stitching my wound, he bandaged it securely, then gently lifted my foot to inspect his work.

"You were brave," he said, his gaze meeting mine with genuine admiration. "It's going to be alright now."

"Let's take care of your fever now," Ghost said, his voice a steady reassurance in the midst of my pain.

#cod ghost #modern warfare #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #ghost call of duty #ghost x y/n #ghost x reader #ghost x you

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vhsgoghs · 2 days

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gets injured during a mission (Ghost headcanons)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x female reader ★ masterlist here

More than once you and him talked about it could happen.

He always asked you not to worry if it happened one day.

Spoiler: you did worry.

Maybe you would be the first person he would ask to see after his wounds have healed.

Ghost would try his best not to worry you, so he would surely say that he is fine no matter the pain he was feeling.

He is stronger than he looks and he would actually handle the pain so well, so it wasn't entirely a lie when said that he felt fine.

He would insist that you not stay next to him all night, although you probably wouldn't even pay attention to him.

He would try to distract you and at the same time distract himself, so neither of you overthink scenarios that are not going to happen.

You and him would talk about future plans, like what would do when he recovers, for some reason he thinks it calms you to think about the future, as a sign that he will be okay.

After spending his nights in the infirmary, he would still have to rest, so you would continue to visit him every day in his room.

He would admit that you were one of the first things that went through his mind when he started going unconscious.

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no-one-fights-alone · 3 days

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#simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #modern warfare 2

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sulley327 · 2 days

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Let me take you out on a date darlin'

#call of duty #phillip graves #cod mw2 #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #shadow company

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octopiys · 2 days

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my computer crashed and I had to reset it all of my mermay art is gone I'm so sorry u guys but those uploads are gonna be delayed oh my god

#call of duty #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #modern warfare 2 #ghostsoap #captain john price #alejandro vargas #alerudy #mermay #rodolfo parra #kyle 'gaz' garrick

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spiltspit · 2 months

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I just think johnny could convince simon to wear a kilt

#simon ghost riley #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #cod mw2 #mw3 #mwii #simon riley #my art #first drawinf in. months hello

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whateveriwant · 1 month

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NSFW Size Difference HCs with Simon

F!Reader, Part 2, SFW version

“It’s too big” girlfriend 🤝 “I’ll make it fit” boyfriend

Seriously, there’s no such thing as a quickie with this man. Before you have sex, he always has to stretch you out either with a toy or a couple of those thick fingers of his

Speaking of which, you’ve become well acquainted with the taste of his fingers from how many times he’s gagged you with them as he’s fucked you when you have guests over

Oftentimes, he doesn’t even verbally tell you when he’s horny. He’ll just walk up behind you and press his hard cock against your lower back (he calls it “show, don’t tell”)

He’s always teasing you about how small your hands are in comparison to his, especially how you can’t even make your fingers touch as they circle his thick dick :(

Sometimes when he’s going down on you, you think your hips are actually going to dislocate from how far you have to spread them to accommodate for his shoulders

Before he pushes into you, he loves to lay his cock against your stomach and measure how deep inside you he’s going to reach (hint: it’s deep)

Not only is Simon big but he’s strong, meaning one of his favorite positions to fuck you is hoisting you in the air and bouncing you on him

Missionary/mating press can be dangerous because there’s a genuine risk of you getting smothered by his massive chest :(

In a similar vein, good luck trying to kiss this man while you’re having sex because your mouths are nowhere near each other regardless of your position

On more than one occasion, you’ve had to lie to your coworkers/family about the reason you lost your voice. It’s not because you’re sick like you’d said, but rather because your boyfriend had battered the back of your throat with his dick the night before

Truly, there’s no prettier sight in the world to Simon than when you’re lying beneath him, your hands clawing at the bedsheets, little tears sliding down your cheeks as his big cock stretches your pussy open 🥰

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut #cod smut #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon riley x you #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #female reader

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rileyslibrary · 4 months

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After suffering a gunshot wound, you wake up in a hospital bed with Ghost sitting by your side. Unfortunately, the effects of anaesthesia leave you unable to recognise him and, worse, confuse him with someone else.

A/N: Fluff. Based on a request I received a while ago. Hope you like it, anon!

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A machine on your left beeps rhythmically. The taste of something metallic lingers in your mouth, and the iodine smell stinks your nostrils. Your eyes open slowly, but the bright ceiling light forces them shut again. You lick your lips and attempt to swallow a couple of times. Dry. Your mouth is dry. You need water. Your hand moves towards your face, but a low, raspy voice advises you against it.

“Careful now,” it says, and a hand gently grabs your wrist. “Don’t pull the IV off.”

You turn your head towards the figure beside you and squint. It’s a man, but your blurry vision doesn’t help you identify him. Your eyes travel to your wrist and focus on the closest part of him: a skeleton’s hand.

You try to shake your hand off his grip, but it turns out futile. Frustrated, you give up and raise your middle finger at him.

“Not my time yet,” you declare. “Fuck off.”

“Pardon?” he asks.

“Not ready to go yet,” you reply, tucking your middle finger in your palm and lifting it back up again. “And also, fuck off.”

The man releases your wrist, placing your hand gently beside you. He clears his throat and leans forward. Though your vision remains blurry, you spot what looks like a human skull with a hood over it.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asks, his tone softer.

“How am I feeling, love?” you repeat. “Did Hell improve their customer service?”

“I’m not-” The man begins but pauses. He sighs, shakes his head and rests his elbows on his thighs. “Never mind.”

“Where am I?” You ask.

“Hospital.” He replies. “You took a bullet.”

Directing your attention to your body, you feel a dull throb in your chest. You wince as your fingers brush against the bandages.

“You are joking.” You reply and slap your hand on the bed. “Why? How?”

“Well,” He says and tilts his head to the side. “You exchanged a few shots with the enemy, your gun ran out of bullets, his didn’t, and here we are.”

“My gun?” You ask, shocked. “I have a gun?”

“Several.” He nods.

“SEVERAL?” You shout. “Why would I possibly need several guns?”

“It’s your job, love.” He replies.

“My job is to have several guns?” you ask. “And shooting at people?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” he explains, “but it’s mainly for defence.”

“Well,” you shrug and wince at the pain. “Doesn’t look like I’m that good at defence—especially for having several guns.”

“I was really worr—”

“Water,” you interrupt and gesture at your mouth. “I need water.”

“Doctor said it’s not the time for water yet,” he replies.

“Why?” you ask, pretending to check a non-existent wristwatch. “What time is it?”

“No, love,” he replies and muffles a chuckle. “Doctor said you need to wait until you have some water.”

“You throw the ‘love’ thing a little too freely,” you mumble, licking your lips and lifting your index finger. “I’d be really careful if I were you.”

“Really?” he asks, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why?”

“I,” you say and point at yourself, “got a boyfriend, thank you very much.”

“Oh,” he exclaims and tilts his head. “Is that so.”

“Yup,” you nod. “And he can kill you.”

“Can he?”

“Can?” You say, and a smug smile forms on your dry lips. “He will absolutely, one hundred and a thousand per cent kill you.”

“Is he that good?” He asks.

“I mean,” you shrug, motioning at the bandages on your chest. “He’s much better than I am.”

“Oh wow,” he exclaims and leans forward. “Is he as good of a boyfriend as he is a shooter?”

“Far from it,” you reply, letting your hand fall to your side.

The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t seem that comfortable all of a sudden. He shuffles in his chair, trying to find a better position, and when he does, he clasps his hands together.

“Go on,” he finally says. “Spill it.”

“Ok, so,” you begin, “first things first, he doesn’t listen to me when I want to vent, and whenever he does, all he says is nonsense.”

“The lad gives you solutions,” he snaps, “and you call them nonsense?”

“I don’t want solutions, man,” you reply, shaking your head. “I want him to just listen to me.”

“Even if the solutions he provides are literally the answers to your suffering?”

“Even then.” You confirm.

“Gotcha,” he nods. “What else?”

“Oof,” you sigh, “how much time do you have?”

“I’m immortal,” he reminds you, “plus the next reaping is in five hours.”

“Oh boy,” you reply. “Business not going that well lately, huh?”

“Not many deaths to take care of,” he spits. “I guess some people could use some serious training when it comes to their aim.”

“Speaking of training,” you say, “he’s always at work and never spends much time with me.”

“The guy’s trying to spend as much time with you as he can, for fucks sake!” he shouts, throwing his hands up. “He even lied to get you on his team!”

“How do you know he put me on his team?” You ask.

“I keep a close eye on him.” He replies.

“What did he lie about?”

“Your precision in aiming,” he jokes and motions for you to continue. “Next one.”

“I can’t think of anything else,” you reply. “Other than he doesn’t say how much he loves me.”

“You’re having a laugh now, aren’t you?” He says, and his tone feels almost threatening. “He’s showing it to you daily; offering advice, keeping you close to him, even risking the possibility of being accused of nepotism for crying out loud! He doesn’t need to say it as well for you to know it!”

“It’s just nice to hear it sometimes,” you sigh and twist a thread from the bed sheet. You turn your head slightly toward him, and he lowers his head to the ground.

“How about you?” You ask. “You have a girlfriend?”

“I do,” he confirms.

“Shut up!” You shout, widening your eyes and immediately closing them back again. “Where did you guys meet?”

“Hell,” he replies. “Right in the pits of it.”

“How is she?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He states.

“Bullshit,” you murmur. “No one’s perfect.”

“She is to me.” He says, shrugging.

“Do you love her?” You ask.

“Absolutely,” he replies, nodding slowly. “One hundred and a thousand per cent I do.”

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ave661 · 7 months

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dad!Ghost part 2 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

#dad!ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #mw2022 #call of duty #cod #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #661ave

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chamomiletealeaf · 7 months

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Thought of this at work today lmao

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ltash · 2 days

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The way he walks,

The way he talks,

His tactical pants.

I can't I can't..

#cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty

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vhsgoghs · 2 days

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work pt 2 (Valeria Garza headcanons)

Valeria Garza x female reader ★ masterlist here

Valeria would surely be late from work more than once due to the amount of things she has to do.

At this point, you would probably be used to it, you would understand that she has things to do and there was nothing you could do besides wait at home.

Valeria would always look for a way to make it up to you, she would feel guilty for not spending too much time with you.

The nights would be her favorite because she can spend time with you without worrying about her work or the things she has to do, she would simply try to put that aside to give you all her attention.

She would feel a little guilty about waking you up every time she came home, but is something you had started doing almost reflexively when you heard the bedroom door.

The first thing she would do after getting home would be to shower you with kisses or ask about your day if you still feel like talking or just lie down next to you if you are too tired.

She would try to spend a little more time with you in the mornings, since she probably won't see you the rest of the day.

Shee had never felt so happy to return home until she met you, previously, she would not have even returned home, because she would return early to work anyway, but after meeting you that changed, she liked to spend the nights by your side and coming home just to see you.

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yawnderu · 3 months

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cr: @ave661

“I'm tellin' you it wasn't me, love.” Simon shoots you an exasperated look as you eye him suspiciously, eyes narrowing as you try to find the slightest hint of him lying.

“Say that again, sweetheart.” Your eyes soften the moment you look down at your 3 year-old daughter, one of your hands coming up to brush her hair as she looks between you and Simon, a bright smile on her pretty face.

“Daddy bitch.” She repeats, making you look away to hide the way you're trying to hold back your laughter, Simon doing the same the moment your daughter's sweet voice hits his ears.

“Who taught you that?” You manage to ask despite the way a smile is threatening to split your face at any second now, taking a deep breath when she points at Simon. He looks utterly betrayed, knowing fully well that he never cusses in front of his daughter— not since she started saying “bastard” for over a month after she heard him saying it.

“Daddy did?” She nods her head, looking down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze and fidgeting with her hands and feet, clearly lying. You hum softly, crouching down to her level and pretending to think about her words before you decide Simon's punishment.

“I think daddy needs to be visited by the tickle monster.” You whisper in her ear, instantly making her face light up as she nods vigorously. You exchange a look before looking at Simon, running to him with your daughter, watching the way he pretends to plead for mercy as you both tickle him. Simon can't feel anything in the slightest, but for his daughter's amusement? The tickle monster is absolutely killing him, making him pretend to laugh and squirm away from her tiny hands.

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