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Ghoap x Comms!Reader continued...

Reader avoids Ghost as much as they can, not wanting to stir things up more than they already have, but they're only successful because Ghost allows it. And Ghost only allows it so he can better observe them. He's tried pulling strings, using his rank and reputation to try and find out more about reader. But it comes up short. He gets access to their file, but its all fluff inside, lots of it confidential or just blank. Their name isnt even on the file, just the callsign (to keep reader anonymous) Laswell gave out. He asked her too, but she didn't have the answers he wanted.

"Tell me about them." "Not much to tell, I'm afraid. Why? You think they're a threat?" "Don't know yet." "Should I be worried, Ghost?" He pauses, thinking it over. But Laswell knows well enough, that if there was a threat, Ghost wouldn't hesitate. So she sighs and hands over the lackluster file. "They work behind the scenes, no field record. They were brought here-" Her voice drowns out with information Ghost already knows, the extent of Laswells knowledge on the matter. On first glance the file looks fine, personal information left blank or blacked out, a brief service record. Nothing in the field, like Laswell said, but a few listings for assistence with signal decoding. But most of their work is as a mundane office drone, 'A temp,' Ghost thinks amused.

So he skulks around base and observes.

Johnny is confused. He's been able to read Ghost for some time now, their connection and dynamic so intertwined, so in tune with each other, thriving since Las Almas. He notices almost immediately, the sudden hostility and caution Ghost displays on base, it takes him a bit longer to find the target.

He tries to ask outright, of course he does because why wouldn't Ghost talk to him, but he gets shut down. A gruff response. "Don't know what you're talking about Johnny."

Soap pushes, of course, but he gets repeatedly shut out. He moaps a bit, like a kicked puppy, before he catches on to who has made Ghost like this. He's surprised when he cathes the critical look of Ghost when Reader walks by, and he doesnt miss the quick glance they flick over Ghost. Then that glance jumps to him and reader gives a small smile and nod, one that looks a little too nervous to be oblivious to Ghost's scrutiny.

So he finds them the next evening, Reader is leaving tomorrow, going back to wherever they were before, so they went out for a drink. He slides up next to them easily, and gives a bright, syrup sweet smile to ease into things. Reader is a bit tense to begin with but relaxs just a bit once conversation starts. Soap starts slow and vague, idle chat morphing into talking about readers time on base before eventually reaching his desired point of discussion.

Immediately, the mood shifts. Reader is subtle with it, smile becoming a little tighter at the corners, and eyes scanning over him with an increased intensity. They play dumb, not lying to him but repeating his words, asking thier own questions, faux confusion furrowing their brows.

'They're good at this,' Johnny thinks as reader gives another vague answer, easing him in the direction to make a false assmunption. He's not mad, a little annoyed, but mostly he thinks that they're clever. 'Maybe this is why Simon is suspicious,' reader is still on guard, but as Johnny relaxes into the back and forth, so do they. Its like a game now. 'A simple desk worker shouldn't be this good'.

The night comes to an end and Johnny insists on walking them back to base. He'll bring it up to Ghost again, mention how reader easily navigated the pseudo interrorgation, get him to talk. Its on the walk back that reader looks over to Soap, eyes kind yet critical and sighs. He looks over and reader offers a smile. Theres something in that smile he doesnt have the chance to decipher before they've caught him off guard.

"It's his business to tell you what's going on. I don't want to step on any more toes, especially since im out of here in a few hours."

Soap goes to ask more, opens his mouth, ready to launch into his questions, eager to finally get answers. But they put a hand on his shoulder and he falters.

"But for gods sake just tell him already."

He's confused, but the look they give speaks volumes. Oh. Oh. Johnny understands now. The hostility, the caution, the observation. Just as they saw through Johnny and cupped his weakness in their gentle hold, they had done the same to Simon.

Oh. This is...

Reader is gone the next day, as was expected, but Ghost is only slighty eased, and Soap finds himself a little on edge. It's not till weeks later, with readers voice nagging at him with that kind exasperation, that Soap (a little liquored up) is in Ghosts barrack.

They're shouting at each other, fear turning into misplaced anger before it goes quiet in the small room. They're both breathing heavy, Ghost, Simon in this moment, breaks it.

"I'll kill anyone who hurts you. And I'd be pleased to." He follows closely, closing the gap until uncovered hands grasp Johnny's face, as gentle as Simon can manage. "If you're mine, no one, no one, can touch you." Johnny is thrilled.

As the sun rises, the two are twisted together in the sheets of Ghosts too small bed, Johnny wears a tooth rotting smile. They think, seperately, offhandedly, that they really should thank that too clever reader.

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #ghoap x reader #fanfic #comms!reader #im liking this the more i write #definately gonna be some retcons if this turns into a full fledged fic #im just having fun #brain rot

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More Comms!Reader Ghoap thoughts

You are so right.

Okay a bit of retcon.

Soap gets hit on, yada yada, reader is confused, yada yada, eventually they make the open relationship comment.

Ghost, initally caught off guard, doesnt say anything and just glares at reader. And he continues to glare in silence, so reader in their confusion and nervousness starts to ramble an explaination and Ghost just cuts them off.

"Shut up, not another fucking word."

Its not a yell, the order is clear and reader does as they're told, it sounds almost like a threat. Then there's just a tense silence at the table and reader purposefully avoids looking at Ghost. Maybe they even shuffle away from him a bit. Then Soap leaves and reader can't help but look over to Ghost once hes out the door. Except Ghost looks utterly furious, they think his jaw looks tight under the balaclava. Ever the people pleaser, reader tries to apologise to him.

"Listen, Lieutenant, I didn't mean to-"

But violating an order from Ghost isn't the smartest thing to do. Next thing they know, reader is outside, practically being dragged by the scruff of their neck by Ghost back to base. Reader knows, hopes anyways, that Ghost wouldn't actually kill them, but right now they don't like their chances.

They don't make it back to base. He must be too angry, because he pulls reader infront of him and speaks lowly. The way reader has heard in the recordings, the way Ghost speaks during an interrogation, the way he speaks when his team is threatened. And they realise just how scared those who incur his wrath get.

"I told you to keep your mouth shut." "I really didn't-" "You think you're clever?" "I just thought-" "Thought what?"

Reader shuts up then, realises that silence is best here. Ghost continues into them, lashing and snarling and picking out things to say that will hurt. Hes angry, obviously, but as he carries on, reader realsies that its because they hit a nerve. Oh. Oh.

Ghost and Soap weren't together. But Ghost wanted to be.

So they take his wrath, his cutting words and vague threats all with a blank expression. Then Ghost calms down, or atleast he lets go of reader and takes a breather. As reader stands there and rubs the back of their neck, easing the redding skin from his tight grip, they just stare at him.

"What are you staring at?"

Reader has the mind to look around the area, glancing around Ghost to ensure they were alone. Once they're satisfied with the sweep, much to Ghosts exasperation, they lean in slightly and lower their voice.

"You really care about him."

Ghost is ready to kill reader right then, he opens his mouth, but reader beats him to it.

"And just so you know, he cares about you."

Reader walks away then, moving a bit quicker then normal while Ghost stands stock still. Still glaring at them, muscles still coiled to attack, but he lets them go.

Ghost decides that there is more to reader then he originally thought. And that he'll figure it out, to keep his team safe of course. Keep Johnny safe, not that he'd say that. And no other reason, none what so ever.

#ghoap x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #cod #fanfic #not sure if i love it yet #the concept yes #the execution not so much #we'll work on it #it'll be fine #coms!reader

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Thinking about Ghoap x Comms!Reader

(This is unedited ramblings at 10pm, this may end up being something, it may not)

(Also don't know if this is an actual job, but it makes sense to me that it would exist. But this is fanfiction so who cares)

Reader works for the military as well but their job is to monitor and transcribe communications during ops. Maybe they tried to be a soldier but got denied for some reason, maybe injury, maybe because they couldn't cope with directly taking lives or loosing them.

And readers been at it for a while, is good at thier job, keeps their head down, keeps what they hear to themself.

Reader is loyal, so they get a bit of leeway with their work. Gets assigned to monitor some of the 141's comms and becomes a detatched form of familiar with the team. They don't know who reader is, that they even exist, that most of their radio chatter is being heard by one person at a desk in a government building so far away.

Typically reader just zones out when working, purposefully trying to forget the confidential things they hear once they leave the building. But the 141 is... entertaining. The way they speak to each other with such familiarity and how they can make jokes without loosing sight of the mission, and how at the drop of the hat they hone in and get serious. They start to look forward to 'Price's paternal exasperation, 'Gaz's quick wit, 'Ghost's dry dad jokes, and 'Soap's cheeky comments. Occasionally they're graced with 'Laswell's easy verbal volleys with each member of the team. (Thinking about including Roach too)

And its obvious to reader, absurdly obvious, that Ghost and Soap are together. The thinly veiled, and the very not thinly veiled, flirting between the two is a giveaway. But what really sends it home is the panic. Reader was the one to transcribe the recoding from Las Almas. Right at the beginning, when Ghosts voice called out to Soap, he was calm in that call. But then Soap didnt answer. And reader heard the concealed panic when Ghost called out again, and they heard the relief when he did.

So reader figures out that they're together. Assumes as much. And takes a bit of joy from it. Takes some joy that people in such a brutal line of work have someone who understands and cares for them.

Maybe circumstances lead to reader needing to be saved. Or maybe they end up on base at the same time the 141 is there. And they run into the team some way. Readers smart, so they keep thier mouth shut about being privvy to their comms. Keeps to well known facts about the 141, the stuff soldiers outside of the team would know through reputation and minimal meetings.

Maybe they go out drinking, or maybe reader ends up bonding with the team some. They're all chilling somewhere together, and someone starts hitting on Soap and reader brushes it off. He's an attractive guy, charming too, its understandable. But Soap doesnt turn them down and reader looks over to Ghost who's watching the interaction too. And reader, without thinking says something about an open relationship. Ghost whips around on them in carefully concealed shock and asks them to repeat. Reader explains slowly, not yet realsing their error.

Its not until later, when Soap has left with the pretty thing who hit on him and Ghost had left quickly after readers comment, when Price is chuckling over his drink after reader has explained what they said, that they learn.

Ghost and Soap are not in fact in an open relationship. They are not even in any kind of relationship, romantic or sexual. And reader is shocked, if not a little disappointed, maybe even hurt. It's their own fault, really, they built up this false relationship between real people in their head only for it to remain in their head.

Later on, reader finds Ghost. Wanting to apologise for, stepping over the line? making the unsolicited comment? they're not entirely sure but they feel they should apologise anyway.

This is kinda where my thoughts end. I do have some I haven't mentioned but I don't know where to put them. Nor do I know exactly where this is going. Just some brain rot I've had.

#call of duty #ghost cod #ghoap x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #brain rot #fanfic #i dont know what im doing #just having thoughts #comms!reader #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley

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This is fantastic! Thank you! I’m gonna be in my corner reading for the foreseeable future.

I'm only on season 2 but...

There is a severe lack of Torchwood fanfiction and I am frothing at the mouth at this. AND within that small number of fanfics, Ianto does not get enough love. (I'm a reader insert person mostly so I'm mainly reffering to those fics) (also, where are my jack x reader x ianto poly fics???) (imagine the fluff. the angst???) I might just have to do it myself.

#torchwood #Torchwood archive #reading #fanfic #I’m vibrating with excitement

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I'm only on season 2 but...

There is a severe lack of Torchwood fanfiction and I am frothing at the mouth at this. AND within that small number of fanfics, Ianto does not get enough love. (I'm a reader insert person mostly so I'm mainly reffering to those fics) (also, where are my jack x reader x ianto poly fics???) (imagine the fluff. the angst???) I might just have to do it myself.

#torchwood #captain jack harkness #ianto jones #gwen cooper #owen harper #toshiko sato #captain john hart #doctor who #whoverse #writing #reader insert #im gonna do it #i just might #im tempted #i have ideas #torchwood just needs a hug

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drawing my new silly

#ianto jones #torchwood #torchwood fanart #ianto jones fanart #fanart #not my art #i love him #my boy <3

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#ianto jones #torchwood #gif #meme #my boy <3

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No one writes Torchwood fanfiction and it’s killing me

#torchwood #i feel this on an unhealthy level #i might just do it myself

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Cecil Finlay Vaughn

The Thot, Scott, Parent Friend (TM)

WARNINGS: Strong language, mildly suggestive language

   “Normally I’d be flattered by ye getting all hot an’ bothered by the accent, but cuid ye keep it in yer pants while I yell at ‘em for their fucken idiocy.”

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   Born April 7th in a town right by Loch Ness, Scotland, Cecil lived in a lighthouse with their great aunt during the winter and with their father on a farm the rest of the time. Cecil never fit into the stereotypical masculine role they were expected to as a young boy, and was pretty fluid with their gender expression, officially transitioning to nonbinary at the age of 29, however had been using neutral pronouns since they were 17. 

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   “Screw your stereotypes, I look fucken good in a skirt. Stop thinking about what’s in my fucken pants, ye perv.”

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   At the age of 19, Cecil left Scotland to go travelling through Europe and expanded that area until they ended up in America at 22 and began studying there with a scholarship. Despite their carefree and adventurous attitude, they were dedicated to their studies but knew how to balance school and life. Cecil enrolled in cultural studies and excelled at the class. 

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   “What’s the point of there being a whole world out there if I only care about my section of it? What good is that gunna do?”

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   Cecil had many partners throughout their early adulthood, but were mainly one night stands with the occasional repetitive partner. Men, Women or otherwise, Cecil was open. Many tried confessing their affection for the Scottsthem, but were always turned down and Cecil would no longer engage sexually with them. When they were almost 26, Cecil labelled their romantic orientation as aromatic. Though they didn't announce it, it spread quickly and opinions of Cecil were mixed, some confused or annoyed, others accepting and eager knowing there would be no strings attached, and few remained indifferent.

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   “I cannae love you the way you want me to, and I daenae feel like changing meto fit your fantasy. And if you loved me like you think you do, you wuidn’t ask me to.”

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   After graduating, Cecil began travelling again and put their degree to use by visiting a range of cultures to learn from the source. Through their travels, Cecil made many friends across the world, some more powerful than others, and became well connected to a number of groups of people. Cecil eventually settled back in America at 33, specifically New York, and worked in a museum in the archives. 

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   “Let's fix the errors in here, shall we? Get rid of some of that nasty toxic patriotism.”

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   Cecil met a man named Jedidiah Fallon when they were in their late 30s, and began to hang out with him. Their friendship developed semi quickly and became quite strong, eventually becoming a romantic love on Jedidiah's side. When he confessed to Cecil, he was understanding of Cecil's feelings and knew that the same type of love would not be reciprocated, however felt that Cecil deserved to know of his feelings. Cecil decided to accept Jedidiah's confession. They later got married. Cecil loves Jedidiah and Jedidiah is in love with Cecil.

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   “I will love you for the rest of my life, you are my family, you are my soulmate. And maybe in our next lives, I'll be able to fall in love with you the way you have with me. But for now, in this life we live, I hope my affection is enough for you.”

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   Cecil is currently in their mid to late fifties and works part time at Jedidiah's gym to help with management and equipment care. They helped in raising Jedidiah's child but are not considered a parent to them, however is still family. Cecil, when not working at the gym, lectures at a local college for their major

Taglist: @nobirdsex

#oc #original character #void character #cecil vaughn #cecil my beloved #scottsthem #theyre just a little guy #aromantic character #enby character #i love them #so much #my 50 yr old bb

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Void Character

A little peek at a void character (Character with no set universe, bounces between existing ones).

WARNING: Strong language, mildly suggestive language

Cecil Finlay Vaughn

“Normally I’d be flattered by you getting all hot and bothered by the accent, but could you keep it in your pants while I yell at ‘em for their fucken idiocy.”

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Taglist: @nobirdsex (because you love them <3)

#original character #void character #cecil my beloved #cecil vaughn #aromantic icon #just a lil guy #dont annoy them #they're so tired #more to come #character dump

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Prompt Response 002

Prompt #149 by @ghostly-prompts

Free will vs pay-per-use will

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   This had to be a joke. It had to be. There was no way a society worked like this, it was borderline slavery. Correction, it was slavery.

   The streets are crowded and fluid, people bustling to and from in an intricate dance known only by them. The area was flooded in light, more artificial than natural, the sun hidden behind wispy grey clouds and looming buildings. Neon billboards casted alternating lights over the bustling life below, the advertising catching the explorers attention.

   Bold letters flashed across the screens, white light reflecting in the explorers' glasses as they read over them again in disbelief, still unable to comprehend what it meant. It was ridiculous.

   “How- What- I mean… just-” The explorer stumbled over their words in confusion, utterly baffled at the knowledge presented to them. They turned quickly to their companion, an individual who lived in this place under the atrocious system of life. “What does it mean by ‘paid-will subscription’?”

   The local looked at the explorer like they were crazy, what sort of question was that? How did the explorer live? They blinked a few times, rolling up their sleeve to show a little flat device around their forearm. The bright blue screen flickers to life, black text cycles over the screen with a balance on display. The explorer takes a hold of their arm and stares dumbfounded at the device, watching as the numbers cycle on and off the screen, the words ‘Will Balance’ along with some corporate logo along the top.

   “How else do you control your will?” There's a moment when the explorer thinks the local is pulling their leg, making a joke that they don't fully understand. It's a genuine question, and it both confuses and horrifies the explorer to think about.

   “You're telling me that you have to pay money to dictate your own life?” Its in that moment that the explorer is thankful, that no matter how broken their society is, they've always had their autonomy. The locals face falls and they stare at the pity in the explorers eyes, their stomach drops as they realise the implication of their words.

   “You don't?”

#creative writing #writing #prompt response #dystopian #aaaaaaaaaaaa

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Prompt Response 001

Prompt #556 from @ghostly-prompts

"How did you bear it so long?" "Why did you bear it so long?"

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   “How did you bear it so long?” The words are quiet and strained, tone dark and venomous, almost an accusation. He looks at her, brow furrowed and eyes critical. His anger is not directed at her, she knows that, so does he. But that doesn't make the cut of his words shallow. 

   Her back is turned to him, looking out over the balcony, eyes tracing the path of the hedge maze below. The silence is filled with the dull buzz and chatter of the party behind them, laughter and footsteps creating a symphony of white noise. 

   “Bear it? You make it sound so much worse than what it was.” She laughs as she speaks, voice light and dismissive. But she doesn't look at him. Bile builds in her throat at the thought of him seeing this part of her, the dark and damaged part of her soul. Her laugh sounds as bright and joyous as always, something he craved to hear everyday, but it’s hollow at this moment.

   He stands in the shadows behind her, watching the moon seep into her skin and hair, the flames of the lanterns flicker over her dress, bathing it in warm light. He admires her in this moment, as he does in every moment, taking in what she shows the world and what she tries to hide. 

   His voice is low when he speaks again, an edge sharpening in misplaced frustration. “Why did you bear it so long?” 

   She laughs again, sharp and short, breaking at the end. There's a silence after as she shakes her head, and there's a moment where he can see her eyes, just a moment. She's pleading, he realises, pleading for him to stop poking at her bruises. And he wants to, desperately, but that anger has settled in his chest, and he can't help wanting to fix it. So he holds her bruise in his hand to heal it. But she just feels the pressure.

   “Answer me.”

#writing #creative writing #prompt response #angsty? #first post #im running out of tags #its nine thirty pm i dint know what im doing #bagel

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Morality is not black and white, it is not two sides of the same coin. Morality is a piano, and you must play with good and bad to create a beautiful song. It is complex and fascinating, and can be the melody of one’s demise or salvation. So play your symphony, explore the light and dark and feel no guilt for being human.

#morality #writer things #i don’t know what to put here #edgy shit