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graymanshoots · 11 days

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Tender Love & Care

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x POC fem reader

Intimate fluff

A/n: Updates will be slow because I am still grieving but I hope

Prompt: Simon and you wind down after a long mission and he takes care of you

(Cute & Boring Domestic Life :D )

The car ride back home from base was comfortably silent. Simon's hand on your thigh as he drove down the long stretch of road. Your eyes were focused on your phone propped on the dashboard playing a movie as you took your cornrows out.

It had been a long couple of months on the job being moved from place to place to do whatever assignment you were given. You dreamed of the shower back home, the lukewarm temperatures and poor water pressure on base not enough to break the tension in your back. The biggest thing you missed was your shampoo and conditioner, your hair in need of some serious TLC after being stuck under a helmet or balaclava for the majority of your mission.

Finishing with your take down, you sighed in relief, and your head of messy and stretched-out hair hit the headrest. Simon's hand moved from your thigh up to your head and massaged your scalp for a little bit. “Don't touch my hair; it probably stinks,” you sighed, not taking any action to stop Simon's actions. “Don't seem to mind too much, love,” he responded before bringing his hand back down to your thigh, earning a displeased whine. He smirked and glanced at you. “Hey, don't get too upset, we're almost home,” he said, feeling relieved to actually be pulling into the familiar neighborhood.

After parking, the short trip inside of the apartment you shared with Simon was quick. The flat was cold and dark, but it was still a welcomed feeling now being able to fully relax. “Shower or bed?” Simon asked, resetting the security alarm now that the door was locked tight and his hands were empty. “Can't sleep with my hair like this,” you sighed, making your way down the hallway in the direction of your shared bedroom. Simon followed after you, leaving the bags in the living room, his arms coming around your waist just as you got to the door of your room. “I can help you with your hair, love. You're too tired,” Simon said, walking forward into the room with you still wrapped in his arms. It was an awkward waddle into the room that made you laugh before relaxing back into Simon. “You just want an excuse to touch my hair,” you accused, leaning your head back to look at him. A smirk played at his lips as he met your playful glare. “Guilty as charged.”

You scoffed and playfully pushed Simon away from you, his hold giving easily as he stepped back a few to take off his hoodie. You pulled your shirt off and kicked off your jeans, tossing both into the empty laundry basket sitting slumped in the corner of your room, your underwear soon following.

Simon let out a low whistle, and you flipped him the bird as you walked into the connected master bathroom. “Just admiring!” he called after you while removing his own clothes, his scarred pale chest contrasting with the tan of his arms from the hours of being out in the desert. “Any tanner and you'll be using my foundation, Simon,” you commented with a snort, seeing the very visible tan lines. “Shut it and get your ass in the shower,” Simon grumbled, rolling his eyes at your jokes, an unexpected smack hitting your ass as soon as you turned back to the shower, your neck turned so you could stick your tongue out at your boyfriend. “Fuck off!” you yelped, now keeping your cheeks covered from any further attack. A stifled chuckle had you turning to Simon with a glare as he shrugged like he didn't do a thing.

You shook your head and turned the water on, letting the temperature warm to perfection before getting in, a pleased sigh leaving your lips at the comfortingly warm water and good water pressure. “There ya go…” Simon hummed, stepping in after you; the shower had been altered to accommodate his size. Simon allowed you to lean against him with your back against his chest and his hands at your waist. The two of you just stood in comfortable silence, letting the water beat against your worn skin, tension breaking away from your muscles. Simon leaned forward and grabbed your washcloth before lathering it in the sweet aloe & coconut body wash that was sitting in the rack. He gently ran the soapy cloth over your shoulders and down your arms, pressing you to his chest when he smoothed over your hands. Simon pressed light kisses to the back of your neck as he moved over your chest and abdomen.

You soaped up and rinsed off together, but the sweet shower was far from over as your hand reached for the Mielle shampoo. “My favorite part,” Simon grinned, taking the bottle from you and squeezing a good amount into his large palm. “Your hair has grown since we’ve been gone,” he commented, massaging the shampoo into your scalp, a pleased moan coming from your lips. “At least there was minimum breakage,” you sighed, closing your eyes as Simon's fingers scratched at your scalp. He was so firm and gentle you could almost fall asleep, the sound of the shower reminding you of rain in a forest and the sweet smells of your body wash and shampoo bringing a smile to your face. “Are you sleepy, pretty girl?” Simon questioned, noticing you swaying on your feet a bit. You hummed in acknowledgment before bringing your head under the water to rinse out the pomegranate & honey shampoo. Once the water ran somewhat clear, you brought your head out and let Simon massage the conditioner into your hair. With the conditioner in your hair, Simon grabbed your detangling brush and gently ran it through your hair, trying to cause minimal discomfort. “Oh lord, what did I do to deserve you?” You whined, earning a chuckle from Simon. “I should be asking that same question, love,” he said, brushing through another section of hair. “I love your hair; it's so soft,” Simon commented, twirling a piece around his finger. “Like a dream…” he trailed off.

After rinsing the rest of the product from your hair, you soon found yourself wrapped in a warm towel and sitting cross-legged between Simon's legs on your bed as he two-strand twists your hair, something he learned to make your nights easier.

“Do we have any plans for tomorrow ‘cause I've got to get groceries or we’ll be eating take out for the week?” You asked, rubbing your body butter over your drying skin.

“I wouldn't mind ordering food tomorrow; let's handle the groceries on Tuesday,” Simon offered while applying leave-in to the small section of hair he was twisting up.

You hummed, rubbing some butter onto Simon's hairy legs. “You should let me wax your legs,” you started randomly, patting Simon's bare legs like bongos.

“Sure, why not!” he replied enthusiastically, causing you to straighten up with surprise.

“Really?”

“No.”

You immediately deflated when Simon's deadpanned rejection hit your ears, putting a hand to your heart as if you’d been shot. “You’ll live,” Simon scoffed, finishing up on the last twist. He patted your leg, signaling that you were done before running his hands through his hair with the excess product.

You let out a noise that could only be described as relief once Simon finished, throwing the towel to the side and moving on top of him. He circled his arms around your waist and leaned back into the mattress, pressing soft kisses to your lips.

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graymanshoots · 20 days

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Sorry about the lack of updates y’all I just lost my grandfather a couple of days ago and I’ve been trying to catch up on things.

#grayspeeks #graymanshots

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graymanshoots · 20 days

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SCOTTISH WORDS AND PHRASES TO USE WHEN WRITING FOR SOAP MACTAVISH ☀️

i know i've made a couple of these posts before, but i'm going to go for less obvious ones. this is coming from a scottish person, if you're interested. :3 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

i saw a tiktok talking about this and i was surprised that some people don't use these words... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) these are just some that come to the top of my head, although i might update it later. 💌

bolk/boke — can be used if something is so disgusting that it makes you feel sick, or gag. “that gives me the bolk.”

minging — i love using this word... minging is disgusting, it's something that is gross. “oh, that's minging.” if someone has done something is gross. you could use it if something smells bad or unpleasant.

belther — a blether is a chat. if you're having a blether, you're having a conversation.

chinwag — i'm not sure if other countries use this, but similar to a ‘blether’, a chinwag means to chat.

scran — i don't think this is just scottish, but if you're having a scran, you're eating.

mockit — mockit means dirty. for example, if someone's shoes are mockit then they're very dirty.

piece — a piece is a sandwich. a bacon piece, a chip piece, etc.

eejit — if someone is an eejit, they're an idiot.

greeting — most people would think greeting means to greet someone, but ‘greeting’ in scottish slang is crying. if a wain is greeting, they're sobbing.

wain — a wain means a child.

dreich — dreich is gloomy, dull, depressing. “a wet, dreich morning.”

tattie — a potato is a tattie. for example, mince and tatties would be mince and potatoes.

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graymanshoots · 24 days

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Feel like doing a fic about that? No pressure if not. Love your work!

Thank you anon! I will do a short one soon! Sorry I couldn’t get to this sooner, Easter was a wild deal for my family.

I’ll get on this cause it seems fun, look out for any future works and feel free to request more!

#call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2

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graymanshoots · 1 month

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Ever seen the TikTok’s of a hurricane shot? How would Simon react to getting one of those?

I literally just had one of those videos come up on my fyp.

Simon would definitely ask for one just for laughs, and then be kind of shocked when he actually got it, especially if the person doing it hits harder than they look like they could hit.

Would definitely play it off and take the slap like a champ.

On the other hand, I could see him accidentally snorting up the water if he had the mask on and having to wear it flipped up for the rest of the night. Johnny is definitely cracking up at the whole thing.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley headcanons #ghost headcanons #call of duty imagine #call of duty modern warfare

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graymanshoots · 1 month

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The wheel has spoken!

I will be working on this mini fluff one shot for Simon and POC fem reader. I’ve got a prompt in mind and I hope it brings y’all some comfort.

As a POC writer I do not write enough POC or BLK reader😭 how are we feeling if I do a few BLK fems for yall (regardless of the answer I already have the idea In my mind and yall can’t stop me so I’m gonna ask which man instead of should I 🤫)

I’ll probably spin a wheel for angst, fluff or smut unless someone has a specific request.

If this isn’t your cup of tea I have a lot of GN Reader that is racially ambiguous, I really don’t mention readers skin or hair at all in most of my writing.

And as always:

Comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

#cod fluff #graymanshots #simon riley #simon ghost riley #Simon x POC reader #call of duty poc #poc reader #call of duty fluff #blk reader

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graymanshoots · 1 month

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Try

FWB!Ghost x GN Reader x pastHookup!Konig

Tags: Hookup,semi public sex, regret, angst, yelling, ginger konig, konig doesn't wear his mask constantly like ghost (Only on the field), vulnerability , crying, arguments,no beta we die like men

Part: 1 - 2

A/n: I finally finished this on two days of no sleep and a missing beta reader. Hope guys enjoy the tad bit of spice at the beginning and as needed 18+.

Seeing the head of ginger hair standing out not only cause of its color but because it belonged to the tallest person in the room, filled your stomach with stones.

The memory of the familiar face shot through your mind like a bolt of lighting igniting your nerves as you tensed next to your teammates.

You were all shipped up and sent to a warehouse a couple of weeks after finding out you’d be working with kortac.

Having arrived days before they had you were granted time to stop for a drink with johnny and kyle. Price didnt join claiming he wanted to be prepared and if price isn't coming neither did ghost much to your benefit.

Maybe if he had come you would be piss drunk with the team probably getting dragged back to the warehouse by the man himself, instead you were barely tipsy with your cheek pressed into the leather seating of a stranger's car.

His broad chest rubbing against your back with each harsh thrust, the car surely visibly shaking on the outside.

You dont even have to guess how fucked you would be if he remembered you and decided to ope his mouth.

You cross your arms over your chest and lean against one of the metal support beams that the building had an abundance of.

Despite your wishful thinking the red headed man's eyes fell on you and you knew he knew.

You were quick to notice the slight quirk in his lip before going stoned face once more.

He introduced himself as “konig” before introducing the rest of his team, his eyes occasionally flicking over to you.

“Fuck sake, this guys huge.” Kyle whispered to you coming around to your side.

Kyle had no idea how true his words were, the phantom feeling of being filled by Konig's thick cock.

You nod in acknowledgement to what Kyle says letting out a sigh, “Laswell described him as a battering ram, yeah” you say.

You don't fail to notice the way Konig eyes you up every chance he gets like he had done in the bar nights prior. When you saw him in the bar he was far more blatant with his staring, his interest apparent as he shifted his stance debating on whether to approach you or not.

Rubbing the sweat built from nervousness off his palms and onto the tight cargo pants he wore he finally came over when the boys were getting another round of drinks to approach you.

The conversation between you two was short as you both seemed to have the same goal in mind: get laid.

After Simon you hadn't slept with anyone else but it was a welcomed gift to feel wanted again.

Konig was definitely someone you found attractive, you wouldn't have had breathy moans pulled from your throat in the back of his car if he wasn't.

But he wasn't simon.

A small piece of you felt guilty while the rest was saying fuck it, ghost ditched you not the other way around.

You mentally return to the conversation when you hear your name being said, you realize price is introducing the team and you give a small acknowledgement, your fingers twitching at your hip.

“Oh, I’m familiar.” König responds to your introduction with quick ease causing your teammates eyes to fall on you. Johnny gave you a knowing look of mischief, his bright blues having seen you with the man before you disappeared from the group.

“Just a brief meeting in a bar, unfortunately I did not stay long enough to meet the rest of you.” He clarifies noticing your subtle glare.

The encounter was anything but brief, you thought to yourself as the conversation was then drawn off of you.

It’s wasn’t until later that you bumped into the behemoth of a man.

“You were so vocal a few nights ago now you walk around quiet as a mouse.” He comments a smirk playing on his uncovered lips.

“You pester all your random hookups?” You retort your lips stretching into a thin line as you looked up at him.

“Just the ones I have to work with, mein Freundin.“ he chuckles ignoring your unamused expression.

“Well if that’s all I’ll be going.” You sigh not wanting to get involved any further.

But as you pass his hand grips your wrist and suddenly your back in front of him with his other hand at your chin.

He forces your head to the side and a smirk comes to his lips as he looks at the newly exposed skin .

“So schön, sie sind wie eine Blume .” And then he’s gone and already halfway down the hallway by the time you gather yourself.

Ghost walking down the opposite side of the hallway having seen the interaction from a distance. His eyes arrow on you and then the retreating redhead.

You let out a huff of frustration when you see him and reluctantly start walking in his direction.

“You two seem close, got anything you want to share?” He questioned you his tone accusatory. After weeks of barely speaking to you he breaks the silence to ask about a personal situation.

“It doesn’t concern you lieutenant.” Your quick to respond but he doesn’t want to take that answer.

“It’s concerns me when it’s involves an enemy and You.” He grumbled crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why do I concern you Ghost? I’m just someone you used to use so fuck off cause I already know what your thinking.” The words come out harsher and more bitter than what you intended. Your frustration and resentment to the man you wish you didn’t love coming out almost full force.

Ghost stiffened at your words, his jaw and fists clenching as you brushed past him.

Once he could no longer hear your steps his entire body deflated his shoulders feeling heavy with shame.

He was being unfair to you and he hated himself for it but he felt so selfishly it was hard to stop.

Ghost adjusted his mask and shook off the guilty feeling that loomed over him before continuing down his path.

You could feel your skin buzzing with irritation, your palms stinging from being squeezed into tight fists. Why did he have to make everything in your life harder every time?

No matter how many steps you take away, ghost manages to still be right on your tail. You found yourself spacing for the rest of the day until your sat across from the same person you didn't want to see again that day.

Ghost sat across from you staring you down as you ate the unappetizing food served in mess.

His gaze was unrelenting; he looked as if he was aching to say something but stopped himself instead opting to tap his finger on the edge of his empty plate idley.

“Y’think Lt’s mad at ye?” Johnny questions quietly from his place beside you. You narrow your eyes at the sergeant, “Why would he be?”

Johnny had this look on his face like he did something he wasn't supposed to as he clicked his teeth and shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“He asked aboot whit we were up to at the pub, an i think i might ‘ave talked ye into some trouble.” he confessed glancing over at simon who was still boring holes into the side of your head.

You didn't have time to retaliate against your teammate for his loose lips before simon was standing from his seat arms crossed. “We need to talk, now.” His tone was sharp, his words spoken in that usual gruff manchester accent.

You sucked your teeth and agreed not wanting to make a scene in the mess hall, mentally you vowed to eventually get johnny back for damning you.

After leaving mess ghost lead you to an unoccupied meeting room shutting the door behind the both of you.

“Looks like you got a type.” Ghost started leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

“Don’t fucking start with me ghost, what i do outside of work is none of your damn business.” you hiss plopping down on one of the many chairs in the room.

“Don't tell me it's not my business when you have a drawer of shit at my apartment.” he retorted, his eyes narrowing on you. His body was tense and his shoulders squared like he needed to move but wouldn't allow himself to.

You could feel your eyes burn as your frustration grew, your fists clenching and unclenching.

“You can throw all the shit away, i don't even know why you still even have it.” you mutter looking down at ghost’s shoes avoiding his glare.

“I kept them because i ca-” you cut ghost off before he could say anymore, “Dont you dare fucking do that to me simon!” you snap meeting his glare with glazed eyes.

Standing from the seat you approached Simon's further tensing figure. “You're a jackass, Simon, y’know why? Because i told you how i fucking felt and you fucking left. Now im living my adult life and you want to act like im your fucking girlfriend or something, let me move on!” you were borderline shouting the frustration bleeding out of your eyes and into your voice.

Simon couldnt hold your gaze anymore he couldn't stand that look in your eyes or the dampness of your cheeks. He could feel the words crawling into the back of his throat but none of them were the right thing.

What could he say to fix this, what could he do when your fury spoke so loudly that he wanted to shrink away.

“I…” he took a breath “Im sorry” his arms hung loosely by his side, fingers tapping rapidly at his palm.

“Sorry doesnt change the fact that you left, then treated me like nothing, and ar now trying to grill me about my sex life when you removed yourself from all of my personal life.”

You wiped your face as your tone came down, the short burst of aggression dying down with it.

“I'm tired simon, I devoted so much to you for so long for it all to end because you cant figure yourself out.” You bring your eye’s down to the ground again before back up at simon.

“You’ve had years of us playing this cat and mouse game, if your still confused, if your still unsure, if you don't want…” Your eyebrows pinch together as you clench your jaw.

“If you don't want me, then why are you here? Why are we even having this conversation if your actions speak your truth, because that's all I have to go off of?” Your question struck Simon and his breath caught in his throat.

He rubbed his face over the mask, the feeling of the fabric suddenly becoming so suffocating.

The rough material rubbed uncomfortably on his skin as he pulled it off his chapped lips parting for a heavy breath.

He disheveled with his messy blonde hair and eye bags that seemed deeper than usual.

“You’ve ruined everything for me…” he starts your eyebrows furrowing at his words.

“Everything in my life is so fucking mixed with yours and i can let it go. I thought avoiding you would help make you leave every piece of my being but it just made it worse. You know what happened to my family, and i dont want to use that as an excuse but im fucking terrified of seeing you in my nightmares.” Simon's lips are drawn into a thin line and his body slumps into the wall, his shoulders dropping.

“I know im an arse and big fucking mess and selfish as all hell, but i feel different for you and i dont know what to do with it.” his shaky hands clasped together in front of him.

“You have no idea how many times we’ve been together and i just wanted to have all of you, how many futures that have lingered in my mind over our years together. I want you for the rest of my life but I don't know how long that life will even be.” simon looks to you with a tired sigh.

You feel frozen in your spot the bitterness and frustration in your chest deflating into an equal exhaustion.

“Where do we go from here simon? I love you and I've loved you for over a decade but I can't keep going if you’re going to take years to tell me what you want.” You say stuffing your hands into your pockets unsure what to do with them.

“I like who i am around you, and i dont want to loose one of the only good things left in my life cause im being fucking daft. Am I too late?” his tone was soft almost a whisper. It felt so uncharacteristic for a man like simon ‘ghost’ riley to say something like this, to speak so softly and seem so nervous. You almost felt unsure about how genuine his words were but his glazed eyes had crushed your doubt.

Bringing your hands from your pockets you hesitantly grabbed simons hands before pulling them around you. He immediately melted into the hug, his hands gripping at you as if you'd disappear if he didn't hold you so tightly.

You could feel his relief as you held onto him his shaky breath evening out and his muscles going almost lax.

“We can try again.”

[Good ending] :)

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graymanshoots · 2 months

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Results are finally out looks like a close race with König and ghost in the lead! (Ghost wins) I will start working on this one shot shortly, expect it some time after the next part of fwb!ghost x gn Reader !!!

*most recent part linked*

I’ll probably spin a wheel for angst, fluff or smut unless someone has a specific request.

If this isn’t your cup of tea I have a lot of GN Reader that is racially ambiguous, I really don’t mention readers skin or hair at all in most of my writing.

And as always:

Comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

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graymanshoots · 2 months

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I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.

Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.

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graymanshoots · 2 months

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One day everyone will lie and say they supported Palestinian rights all along

#free palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #palestine #gaza #politics #social justice

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graymanshoots · 2 months

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If you include König in your 141 head cannons but not Gaz, you're extremely weird and I'm just gonna assume you're probably racist

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graymanshoots · 2 months

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Absolutely feral with the I need time sequel, I'm aggressively eating this. Please!! More angst

Next piece is currently being worked on!! I’ll be sure to bring in some spicy angst for yall

#call of duty #call of duty fanfic #cod angst #graymanshots

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graymanshoots · 2 months

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I’ll probably spin a wheel for angst, fluff or smut unless someone has a specific request.

If this isn’t your cup of tea I have a lot of GN Reader that is racially ambiguous, I really don’t mention readers skin or hair at all in most of my writing.

And as always:

Comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

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graymanshoots · 2 months

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Click here to directly send feedback to Tumblr Support about the new feature of training AI generators with OUR creations.

@staff turned off replies on their post about AI implementation. They’re dropping this on us, plugging their ears, and looking the other way and we can’t even tell them how we feel. That’s unacceptable.

This is a suggestion box that the Tumblr Staff themselves have set up. Let’s use it.

Tell them exactly how you feel about this new AI generation- its effects on the artist and writer communities, the blatant theft of our hard work and opportunities, the saturation of online feeds with these soulless, misshapen images and unintelligible writing. Express that disappointment, sadness, fear, and anger. They need to know.

And!! I haven’t see anything about using just art and images to train their AI generators. Writing is probably also fair game!! Everyone who posts on this site is affected by this!

Select the category “Feedback” and “New Features” and let the people in charge here know exactly how we feel about being automatically opted in to train AI generators with our creations.

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Together, our voices will be loud and clear.

#fuck ai writing #fuck ai art #fuck ai everything #anti ai #not art

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graymanshoots · 2 months

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“I need time”

Simons POV and continuation to This

FWB!Ghost x GN Reader

implied Konig x Reader

Warnings: Reference to sex, angst no comfort, Simon being an emotional mess, short 😓 (sorry)

“I love you”

Simon felt his heart seize when he heard those words from you, a sudden wave of panic washing over him.

He didn’t remember much after that, aside from the fact that he left. He left you laying there, without knowing whether he would come back. And he didn’t.

Simon didn’t regret being with you or how he acted; he knew he was crossing the lines you two had agreed on for the unorthodox relationship. What he did regret was leaving you alone in your bed, leaving you to think he just wanted someone to warm his cock. He wanted you. He wanted you beyond just the physical aspect. He wanted to wake up with you next to him every day. He wanted to make you breakfast and sit you on the counter with some tea. He wanted to see you at the altar, listening to him pour his heart out to you. He wanted all of that and more. He wasn’t ready for you to want him back. He felt scared, more than he did on any battlefield in any condition. The thought of you loving him filled him with dread of what your futures together might hold. You both had a dangerous job with no guarantee for survival, and that iced over any chances there were of him expressing his emotions to you. He didn’t want to feel the way he did, because with those feelings came the thoughts of seeing you lying dead somewhere, or worse, MIA on the field.

He was supposed to be a ghost; he couldn’t have those connections. Watching you walk around base, interacting with everyone but him, tore him up so much inside he couldn’t explain.

During briefings, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your focused expression, your brows drawn together, and eyes zeroed on the captain.

Simon felt like he had all the time in the world to grow a pair and finally say something to you, but the words caught in his throat every time. Your eyes stared up at him in confusion as he just stood there, looking down at you menacingly.

You didn’t want to play Simon’s games and had begun detaching yourself from him as a lover. The chat between you two remained unopened, and the behavior was cordial when you worked together.

He hated it; he couldn’t stand the feeling of his guts twisting and knotting in his stomach every time you brushed him off. Johnny commented on the strained relationship between the two of you, but Simon always shut it down. No one needed to know that you two had a falling out, not that they knew you were sleeping together in the first place.

It wasn’t until your team was forced to work with Kortac against a mutual enemy that he truly felt his time to make things up was being threatened.

Your team was stationed at a temporary base to keep even ground with Kortac. 141 was on edge working with people who could be on the enemy's side in seconds if they offered a better deal, but they had no choice in the matter.

Ghost never had to look up at anyone in his life, having always been taller than his peers. But when he was met face-to-face with König, a behemoth of a man, like a cat, his hair stood on end and his eyes narrowed.

Without the Kortac badge, Ghost had assessed König as a threat, and with the way the larger man’s eyes fell on you, Ghost could tell it was going to be a bigger issue than he wished.

#cod mw2 #call of duty fanfic #john soap mactavish #cod angst #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #john price cod #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x gender neutral reader #konig x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost angst #Spotify

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graymanshoots · 2 months

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I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.

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