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jnsmeyv · 9 months

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"𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

Simon Riley x Reader |Fluff|

The sun has finally started to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow all over Manchester as you stood in your balcony. The gentle breezed ruffled your hair while taking a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of your surroundings. This was your only way of relief, your escape from the chaos of your own life.

You knew you weren't alone on that balcony as you heard familiar footsteps approaching. It was Simon. He stood beside you, his silhouette sharply delineated against the colorful sky. His blue eyes gazed into the distance, and you could sense the weight of his thoughts. Simon was man of a few words, though his actions spoke louder.

"You come here often?" he finally spoke, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.

You shrugged, a small smile painted on you lips. "Whenever the world becomes too much."

He nodded in response, his gaze never leaving the view. "I get that."

Once again the two of you stood there for a while, sharing the comfortable silence that you two cherish the most. You and Simon went through so much together, seen the darkest sides of the world, faced so many ups and downs and grew stronger each time. There was this bond between the two of you, unspoken and unbreakable.

As the last traces of daylight fade, you turn to face Simon, eyes meeting each others, and for a moment, you felt like you two were the only people in the world. You reached your hand out to gently hold on to his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

"Hey" you said softly, "you know you can always talk t'me right?"

Simon's jaw tensed slightly, you can see the hurt in his eyes. Simon was a pro at hiding his emotions, but you had learned to read subtle cues that betrayed his own feelings.

"i know" he responded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Its just hard finding the right words."

You softly squeezed his arm "you dont have to find the perfect words. Just tell me and i'll listen."

He hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh and he finally opened up to you.

Your heart ached for him, for the burdens he carried. You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him in a gentle hug. He returned the embrace, his grip firm and comforting.

"Simon, your not defined by your past." you whispered your soft reassurance against his ear. "You've saved countless lives, including mine. Your a hero. My hero."

He pulled away slightly, his eyes searching yours. "And what about you? you faced danger as much as i have."

You smiled, brushing a strand of his hair out of his eyes. "im just a regular person trying to make a difference, but having you by my side makes everything less scary."

Simon's lips curved into a smile, as he reached up to cup your cheeks, thumb brushing against your skin. "You have a way of making even the darkest moments seem brighter."

The atmosphere between the two of you was charged with unspoken words, emotion swirling in the space between your bodies.

When you finally pulled away from the embrace Simon's eye held a mixture of suprise and something else—a vulnerability that he rarely showed. You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the man who had become your anchor in your world full of chaos.

"sometimes," you murmured, "all it takes is one person to remind you that your not alone."

Simon nodded, his hands still resting against your cheeks. "And your the right person for me."

You leaned to his touch, savoring the warmth that he provided with his hands. You two didn't need grand gestures to elaborate confessions; this moment, this connection said it all.

Both of you knew theres still more challenges to come ahead, but as long as you've got each other, there was nothing that could break the two of you.

And at that fleeting moment, as you stood side by side, the weight of the world seems a little lighter. There was a void you didn't know needed filling. And now that you found each other, that void is filled.

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 1 month

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i just know that is that cannon that simon has a motorcycle (right?) but what if he was the ghost rider? yeah, that the one. the one from the movie/comics.

to save his johnny's life, he makes a pact with the devil. after a while, every time he wears his skull mask, his body is consumed in hellfire, so he just rides around scaring people in the streets 👀

Idk if it's canon? I think it's just widespread fanon!

But Ghostrider Simon would be BEAUTIFUL! I've seen someone draw that up before!

#asks #i love simon riley #that's all

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sam-victor-freeman · 1 year

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giggling. this is my first time when i drew simon and im so proud of it >:)

#call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw #cod mw2 fanart #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #modern warfare #art #fanart #videogame art #i love simon riley #ghost is babygirl

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citrusymoon · 1 year

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Man’s got butterfly lashes

#cod mwii #ghost fanart #simon ghost riley #i love simon riley #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #call of duty #fanart #art #artwork #digital art #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw22 #digital drawing #i love his design so much #pretty guy

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nervouslaughter05 · 10 months

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The Stars to Be Missed By a Lonely Moon Version 2: I'll crawl home to her

A/N: Those of you who voted on my Twitter and Tumblr many moons ago, here is the continuation to "The Stars to Comfort a Lonely Moon"! I am so excited to bring this to you-it was a joy to write! However, I will warn you, the vote of what kind of continuation this was going to be was split in half between happy and angsty soooooo...I did both...please don't be upset. Angst will be in the first version here, and the happy ending is in the second one (the one you're reading!). Also forewarning, there was no beta reader and I didn't proofread it very well considering my lack of sleep for the last couple months lol. Apologies for any grammatical errors or such. CW: aftermath of near death experience, some descriptions of injuries, angst WITH comfort Recommended listening is "Work Song" by Hozier. Socials: Art Insta: @timtoart05 Twitter: @Vegas719 Enjoy!

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I’ll crawl home to her

Death was something Simon no longer wanted to believe was the reality of the world.

He didn’t want to believe he was mortal-that the blood in his veins was one day going to run out in a crimson stream.

He didn’t want to think about the possibility that right when life had become something worth living for, it was being taken away from him.

He wanted to believe in a universe where he could live and breathe and love.

Love the stars surrounding the moon.

Love the way they twinkled and gleamed in the low light.

Love the comfort they brought in fits of loneliness.

Love her.

“-hear us.”

A voice?

No. That wasn’t possible. He was dead. He’d died in that field with Katelyn in his arms. He’d felt as the air left his lungs.

Hadn’t he?

“He’s wakin’ up!”

“Boys, I’ll be back.”

The voices were very clearly there and it was that of his teammates. But they hadn’t been on the mission-hadn’t even known about it. Laswell had sent him and Katelyn out in the dead of the night without even getting the authorization from Price, knowing he’d never let them go.

With considerable effort, Simon opens his eyes. He immediately has to narrow them back to slits, however, because the stark white of the hospital room he was in was harsh against his sensitive eyes. As he slowly comes to, his senses also return. The sterile smell of the room filters into his nose, a very sudden difference from the copper that had been coating his senses back in the field. He hadn’t been able to tell who’s blood it had been that was filling the air so intensely, but if he had to guess it was likely Katelyn’s.

Katelyn.

He sits up suddenly, wincing with a grunt as his head spins and his back screams in agony.

“Woah! Easy, Lt.”

He recognizes the voice as Johnny’s immediately, and doesn’t shy away from the hands steadying him against his back.

“Thank God you’re alright, mate,” Gaz says, and he also steadies Simon. “Had us worried.”

He wasn’t concerned about himself though–only her. Always her.

“Where’s Katelyn?” he asks, his core straining to keep him in the upright position. “What happened t’ her?”

“Ghost, ye need t’ lay down-”

Sharp panic was rising in his gut. “Where is she?”

Johnny opens his mouth to try to say something else, but the door to the hospital room opens. In walks a doctor and Price, who looked relieved to see him conscious. They step into the room and right as the door is about to close, another figure steps into the room.

“Laswell,” Ghost says as a way of greeting to her, voice cool.

“Lieutenant Riley,” she replies, voice level as she takes in his injured form.

That he had because of her.

“How are you feeling?”

Ghost scoffs at the question, wincing at how the action stirred the pain in his back. He can feel Price’s gaze, sharp as ever, on him at the motion. He realizes his mask was still off, likely for the doctors to examine him easier. However, it also left him very vulnerable and he didn’t exactly appreciate that.

“About as well as a man who nearly died can feel, ma’am.”

She has the humility to look the smallest bit sorry at that comment, and he is once again reminded of how Grizzly wasn’t here with him.

“Have the boys told you about Kate-”

“Staff Sergeant Ard,” he cuts in, voice betraying the animosity he felt. “Refer to her as Sergeant Ard or Petty Officer First Class Ard if you refer to me by Lieutenant Riley.”

He didn’t feel she had the right to refer to Katelyn by her given name after the hell she’d put them through. Logically, in the back of his mind, he knows that they both agreed to the mission willingly. However, that part of his brain had long gone quiet. It had been completely mute ever since he’d crawled to her prone body in the grass.

Laswell takes the interruption in stride. “Have the boys told you about Staff Sergeant Ard?”

“No, not yet.”

She looks to Price now, as if seeking permission.

It makes that ugly thing in his chest curl its lip and snarl.

The fact she was seeking permission from his captain now after she’d sent him and Katelyn into a hot zone without it was maddening.

“I’ll relay the news,” Price replies, voice low and the lieutenant can tell what he’d just thought isn’t too far from the mind of his captain. “I believe you mentioned having a debrief to get to?”

Laswell nods her head in farewell, and exits the room without receiving anything back from the other three members of the 141.

When the door closes, the attention returns to him. Ghost suddenly wishes Laswell was still in the room to avoid the piercing gazes of the three other men in the room. He pushes through, knowing he needed to deal with it to be able to find out where Katelyn was being held. Why she wasn’t in the same room as him was confusing considering they had been on the same mission, but he doesn’t let that deter him.

“Where is she?” he asks, slowly moving to sit more upright.

“Ghost,” Price says carefully, still standing away from his bed, unlike Gaz and Johnny who flanked him on either side. “When the two of you came in she was in critical condition. Hardly breathin’ at all. She’d lost so much blood that it was a miracle she made it back to the base alive.”

The ugly thing in his chest begins to stir again, shifting about in irritation.

“The doctors operated on her for nearly eight hours, trying to repair the damage to her internal organs and back. The bullet nearly severed her spinal cord.”

Dread began to unfurl in his gut, spilling up into his throat as it began to close.

“She’s down the hall,” his captain tells him, voice somber. “However-”

Ghost doesn’t hear anything else. Cotton and rushing water fills his ears, drowning out every other sound. Without comprehending the pain his body was in–it was mostly gone thanks to the painkillers anyways–he was up and out of the bed. The door slamming against the wall from the force with which he shoved it open was a dull thump in his ears.

He had to see his Grizzly. He had to see his Katelyn. He had to see his stars.

Even if the light was gone from them for good.

There was hardly any medical personnel in the hallway, a singular nurse ducking into a room housing another patient. Ghost scans the labels on the doors, searching for any indication of where she was. He barely manages to catch it and immediately turns on the door, pushing it open with as much force as what he used on the door for his own room.

There, on the bed, was Grizzly.

His throat closes at the sight of her, beautiful even in her motionless state. She looked peaceful, his Katelyn, despite the different tubes connected to her and the wires attached to the heart monitor beeping steadily-

Wait.

In the seconds Ghost had stood in her room taking her in, the woman stirred. With a groan she opened one eye, the other flying open at the sight of him. He probably looked a right mess, the lack of his mask leaving his black smeared eyes and tousled hair in full view.

He moves on instinct, collapsing onto the bed and pulling her close.

She presses into him, hands clutching at his shirt.

He tugs her closer by his hold around her waist, tucking her into his chest.

“Simon,” she breathes, her lips so agonizingly close to his own. “Oh Simon.”

“Katelyn,” he replies, closing the distance between them.

Despite any fatigue or pain either of them should be feeling, they come together fiercely. One of his hands was on the back of her head as they kissed, the other around her lower back. Her arms were thrown around his neck and she held him like a lifeline.

There's a thump and a gasp from the hallway, but neither of them pay it much attention since whoever had been surprised didn't intrude. Simon would later find himself thanking Price for moving Johnny away from the room before he could shout out something. For now, however, the two of them press close into one another with every ounce of passion they could.

“My Katelyn,” he growls into the kiss. “Death can’t have you.”

She presses into him, responding in kind. “Never. Only you can have me.”

Calming down a bit after seeing one another again for the first time in only God knows how long–Simon suspected the two of them had both been in some sort of coma state–the kiss begins to slow. The previous urgency was gone, being replaced with a desire to just feel one another. Simon was convinced this was some sort of cruel dream fate had decided he was to have, and that he’d wake up and hear the words “She’s gone”.

But he doesn’t wake up, and the words never come.

Instead, he’s here with her in this small med ward bed hardly big enough to fit the two of them.

He couldn’t ask for anything better honestly.

Simon pulls back a bit, receiving her peck to his crooked nose with a soft chuckle. He shifts in the bed, situating himself against the backrest with her nestled into his side. She curls into his form, a soft sigh leaving her lips.

One hand grasping his, she pulls herself up a little more, the other slipping to his cheek and leaning her forehead against his own. He supports the back of her head gently, breathing in the same air as her. She scoots closer, and he tucks her into his chest.

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Meeting her family was nerve wracking to say the least.

Ghost had already met her father before–they’d holed up in his place in Alaska at one point–but he’d never met her mother or any of her brothers. Her mother was an…interesting woman to say the least. She came draped on the arm of her new husband–he found out from Katelyn they’d gotten married less than a year after her parents had divorced nearly fifteen years prior–and was instantly bombarding him with questions about how he treated Katelyn and when they were going to settle down and when was the baby going to be born and-

“Mother,” Katelyn ground out, voice strangled. “A baby isn’t in the picture yet. Calm down.”

She had simply shrugged and wandered off with her husband.

The brothers were an amusing bunch, all except for the youngest, Andrew, reminding him heavily of Soap. Watching her interact with the eldest, Caleb was sweet, reminding him of how he and Tommy used to be together. The twins brought down hell wherever they went, and Ghost found himself very quickly being brought amusement from their antics. Caleb’s daughter, Sadie, took a liking to Ghost very quickly. If she wasn’t in the arms of her mother or Katelyn, she insisted on being on him somehow.

It was like she was a squirrel and Ghost a tree she felt the intense need to climb all the time.

She made him think of his little nephew, and having her around made things ten times easier.

She didn’t question the scars, poking them once and then focusing on his tattoos with awe. Sadie had insisted on coloring them in, making Katelyn laugh so loudly he couldn’t do anything but oblige. He’d do anything for that woman’s smile and laugh.

Later that night, they stood on the balcony of the big home her father had obtained for the boys, themselves, and him to stay in for the next week and a half. Overlooking the beautiful Alaskan woods, Simon stood beside Katelyn with his arm around her waist. She leans into him, sighing happily.

“I told you,” she says out of the blue.

He looks down at her. “Hm?”

“The moon and stars-they can’t be separated.”

Simon grins down at her and then looks up at the night sky, watching the stars and the moon twinkling together.

“Yeah,” he replies. “I guess you’re right.”

The darkness surrounds them, folding around them as a blanket of night.

He has no need to fear it–not anymore–not with her beside him.

It’s a welcome thing, and whenever the time arises for death to try and separate the moon from the stars again, there will be hell to pay.

#original work #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x female oc #ghost call of duty #i love simon riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #original character #kyle gaz garrick #john price #cod fanfic #fanfiction #angst #hurt/comfort #fluffy #fluff

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zambonisworld · 1 year

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I mean... Ghost being open to one night stands could work but i think he's more aro/ace given his distrust of people and not easily letting anyone get close to him. Of course not saying he wouldn't probably but maybe not as much considering that man is a SAS and not even in the regular army standards . Regardless i enjoy reading ur thoughts on Ghost 😙

I was definitely considering that, but I’m not aro/ace myself and I don’t know much about it.

There are SAS members who are married. Like the guy who reacts to CoD missions on YouTube.

It’s obvious he prefers to be alone, but he was able to open up to Soap and even revealed his face to Los Vaqueros and the rest of TF141. He even says to Rudy and Soap that he needs their help to fix the situation.

Ghost shows vulnerability in those situations. He may be a deeply damaged man, but he’s far from broken.

And thanks for the ask. I love talking about Simon Riley. Just can’t get him out of my head lmao

#I love Simon Riley #simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod #simon riley #ghost #call of duty modern warfare #ghost headcanons #anon ask

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milyz · 2 months

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Y'all love it when I yap :3 unfortunately, I'm too eepy and tired to yap soooo ONEE DAYYY

#milyz #RAAAAA #screaming #school sucks #school #what is school #i love yall #i love when gym lads get with plus sized partners it’s so cute #i love simon riley #i love könig

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bi-writes · 17 days

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mmmm i have these thoughts about being sorta kinda drunk and hanging out with simon. you're so touchy when you're tipsy, and you're giggly, and you're sitting on the couch next to him, hugging his big arm and pressing little kisses into his shoulder. he doesn't react much, just keeps his eyes trained on the tv as he sips his whiskey; he's so indifferent to your affection, but he never pushes you away, lets you kiss him and touch him and whine and coo, and he never tells you to go away or leave him alone.

you nuzzle your face against his masked cheek, kissing along the cotton fabric there. you're so warm from the alcohol, a little dizzy, and now you're babbling, but he doesn't seem annoyed.

"love you so much, simon," you whine, and he just pats your thigh gently.

"can't ever live without you," you coo, and he squeezes your knee in acknowledgement.

"i'd do anything for you," you whisper into his ear, and he just grunts, pushing his mask up as he takes another long sip of his drink, and you tilt your head to the side, watching him, your pretty, pretty man.

"would you do anything for me?" you ask softly, leaning in close. he licks his scarred lips, but he doesn't look at you yet. "w-would...would you kill for me, simon?"

and then he finally looks at you, dark eyes meeting yours, and you squeak when he wraps that big hand around your waist and tugs you against him.

he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "'v already killed for ya, luv," he says lowly, and this is simon, and simon doesn't lie, and you know by the look in his eyes he doesn't mean this happened at work, either.

suddenly, you feel sober. but his hand tightens, and it lowers, and you swallow when he grabs a handful of your ass and forces your mouth against his.

"now be a good girl. 'n sit down."

#mmmmmm #i love them dark and broody and deadly #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon thoughts #dark!simon

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tacticalprincess · 1 month

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simon and könig being unable to stop bickering for a second, even when they’re balls deep inside of you. they’ve got you in an Eiffel Tower, könig’s cock filling your glossy pussy while simon stuffs your mouth. it took ages of convincing for them to even consider this position, but eventually they decided to put their discrepancies aside for the sake of you, their precious, spoiled little thing. it didn’t last very long though…

“jackhammer much, mate? you’ve got her choking on me over here.” simon points out, his heavy hand stroking your hair soothingly. könig’s using your hips as leverage, bucking into you at a rabid pace, each of his thrusts lurching your body forward and forcing you to take more of simon’s dick down your poor throat. “what happened to treatin’ the princess with care?”

“it’s okay, she likes it. isn’t that right, maus?”

your cheeks warm up as you hum around simon’s dick noncommittally. nothing gets passed the l.t though, and suddenly he’s gripping you by your hair, pulling your mouth off his cock.

“wait, you let him fuck your face?” he asks, sounding genuinely offended.

you wipe the line of spit that trails from your swollen lips all the way to his still hard dick, hovering just out of reach. you huff. “he’s more sadistic than you…” you say sheepishly in response, voice staccato from könig’s thrusts.

“you tellin’ me i’m the soft sex guy? the aftercare fuck?”

“‘s alright, mate.” könig reaches over your naked body to pat his comrade on the shoulder. “youve got boyfriend dick. happens to the best of us.”

#sum slight idk i might love them #simon x reader x könig #konig cod #konig x reader #konig call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #könig smut #könig x reader #konig smut #konig x you #könig cod #bella writes⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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whateveriwant · 3 months

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Simon Riley rough sex this. Simon Riley hard kink that. What about silly sex with Simon, huh? What about fun, carefree sex? What about goofy, awkward, ‘Ouch, you're on my hair’ / ‘Oh shit, sorry, love’ sex with Simon? Huh??? Ever think about that?

Simon who trips and falls after getting his feet caught in his trousers. Simon who fumbles his words as he tries to dirty talk, because you just feel so damn good he can't think straight. Simon whose sweat drips and stings your eyes as he holds himself above you. Simon who attempts to keep a straight face after one of you makes a fart noise, but then he breaks, which makes you break, and then you're both just dissolving into a fit of laughter. Simon who accidentally elbows you in the head as you're changing positions. Simon who misses your lips as he tries to kiss you in the dark, catching the tip of your nose instead. Simon whose voice cracks super loudly in the middle of a moan. Simon who forgot to lock the cat out of the room, and now she's jumping on the bed with you. Simon who has to pause and take five minutes after he gets a bad cramp in his leg. Simon who grins and chuckles to himself as he cums, biting his lip as he's overwhelmed by a feeling of bliss.

And finally, neither Simon nor you really worried about finishing, because at the end of the day all you care about is having fun together.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #cod smut #ghost cod #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #don't get me wrong. i love the rougher stuff as much as the next person #but sometimes i want silly goofy domestic simon too

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rhymewithrachel · 5 months

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(Orig)

#mw2 #mw3 #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod #call of duty #modern warfare #I love them…#draws #10k

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wispscribbles · 4 months

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that one scene in treasure planet

#ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap x ghost #ghoap #cod fanart #doodle #my art #Ghost: “I love u.” Soap: “Are u dying?????”#Ghost who gets a concussion and forgets that he's supposed to hide how he feels for Soap >>>>#ive had this idea in my head for a year but kept forgetting i hadn't actually drawn it #someone’s probably already done this but I haven’t seen it #so here ya go

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ghouljams · 3 months

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The Ghost distribution system... He really is like a stray cat, or a bear that learns minivans have food in them, he just keeps coming back no matter how many times you try to send him on his way. It doesn't matter how it happens but any scrap of kindness and he just determines he's going to attach himself to you.

Maybe he offers you a hand moving your couch when he passes your place and hears you swearing. You offer him dinner and Ghost has never been the sort to turn down a free meal, so he sticks around. It's weird that he doesn't even pretend to refuse, just takes you up on it immediately and even offers to help cook. You send him home and he's... there again the next day, waiting on your doorstep with a box of pasta asking if you could do anything with it. He's going to come back, he's going to keep coming back.

Maybe it's from meeting you at a bar. He's the biggest guy you can grab when your ex walks in, and somehow he seems approachable despite... well, everything about him. Fake boyfriend for a few hours at the bar is one thing, having him show up the next day to fix your sink because you mentioned offhandedly that it was leaking the night before is another. Having him sit in your kitchen and peal an orange for you because you said you were hungry is really driving home that this guy isn't leaving.

Hell maybe it's just a one night stand that never seems to end. You wake up and Ghost has already made breakfast. The two of you sit at your little table and eat quietly, Ghost scrolling his phone while you eye him warily, trying to figure out his game. He asks what you want to do today and somehow you can't find the right way to ask when he's planning on going home. He just sort of moves in, you realize he's printed a key for himself while you're grabbing groceries. It's nice he offers to pay, but you don't know when having him around became your normal.

Ghost sees you, he wants you, you're his. He's not leaving, he'll come back. He knows that this house has food and warmth, he knows that families forget to tie their trash up off the ground. He's a man of instinct, and you are going to be his perfect match.

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shotmrmiller · 9 days

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simon telling the guys he's got a girl to go home to post op and johnny's gobsmacked because him??

his simon? with a sweet thing?? that isn't repelled by his very existence??? he's gotta meet you! (he's also mildly upset that the rest of them are single. or is it jealousy that the man he's gotten himself off to is finally taken?)

it takes a little (a lot) of cajoling to at least show johnny a picture and when simon hands him his cracked phone, johnny whistles low and murmurs out a pretty lass.

and you do look pretty. you look pretty from the side as you're washing dishes, even with the gaudy yellow gloves covering up to your elbows. you're so pretty from the back as you're bent over, carefully basting the chicken you're baking. you even look pretty fuzzy, the camera blurring your features while zoomed in.

there's even a video of you but johnny doesn't overstep. he knows better. he waits for simon's go ahead, and once he gives the almost imperceptible nod, johnny quickly presses play.

the room is dim, the television casting a soft glow upon your face. your legs are folded beneath you, your gaze fixed on whatever it is you're watching, your hand reaching for the bowl of popcorn on the nightstand.

"ken wha' she's watchin'?"

"i dunno, but she's been into nature documentaries as of late."

johnny hums softly and the video comes to an end.

"yer a lucky man, LT."

simon doesn't say anything.

(and neither does johnny. not about the grilles of the window in every picture nor the quiet chirping of crickets and even quieter crunching of leaves in the video.)

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon going over and being like o thank god you're home you wouldn't believe the day that i had #you're like ??? who're you?#love that for you

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asgardswinter · 2 months

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley coded

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nervouslaughter05 · 10 months

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The Stars to Be Missed By a Lonely Moon Version 1: "No grave can hold my body down"

A/N: Those of you who voted on my Twitter and Tumblr many moons ago, here is the continuation to "The Stars to Comfort a Lonely Moon"! I am so excited to bring this to you-it was a joy to write! However, I will warn you, the vote of what kind of continuation this was going to be was split in half between happy and angsty soooooo...I did both...please don't be upset. Angst will be in the first version here, and the happy ending is in the second one here. Also forewarning, there was no beta reader and I didn't proofread it very well considering my lack of sleep for the last couple months lol. Apologies for any grammatical errors or such.

CW: main character death, some descriptions of death, heavy topic

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When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I’ll crawl home to her

Death was something Simon no longer wanted to believe was the reality of the world.

He didn’t want to believe he was mortal-that the blood in his veins was one day going to run out in a crimson stream.

He didn’t want to think about the possibility that right when life had become something worth living for, it was being taken away from him.

He wanted to believe in a universe where he could live and breathe and love.

Love the stars surrounding the moon.

Love the way they twinkled and gleamed in the low light.

Love the comfort they brought in fits of loneliness.

Love her.

“-hear us.”

A voice?

No. That wasn’t possible. He was dead. He’d died in that field with Katelyn in his arms. He’d felt as the air left his lungs.

Hadn’t he?

“He’s wakin’ up!”

“Boys, I’ll be back.”

Katelyn.

He sits up suddenly, wincing with a grunt as his head spins and his back screams in agony.

“Woah! Easy, Lt.”

He recognizes the voice as Johnny’s immediately, and doesn’t shy away from the hands steadying him against his back.

“Thank God you’re alright, mate,” Gaz says, and he also steadies Simon. “Had us worried.”

He wasn’t concerned about himself though–only her. Always her.

“Where’s Katelyn?” he asks, his core straining to keep him in the upright position. “What happened t’ her?”

“Ghost, ye need t’ lay down-”

Sharp panic was rising in his gut. “Where is she?”

“Laswell,” Ghost says as a way of greeting to her, voice cool.

“Lieutenant Riley,” she replies, voice level as she takes in his injured form.

That he had because of her.

“How are you feeling?”

“About as well as a man who nearly died can feel, ma’am.”

She has the humility to look the smallest bit sorry at that comment, and he is once again reminded of how Grizzly wasn’t here with him.

“Have the boys told you about Kate-”

“Staff Sergeant Ard,” he cuts in, voice betraying the animosity he felt. “Refer to her as Sergeant Ard or Petty Officer First Class Ard if you refer to me by Lieutenant Riley.”

Laswell takes the interruption in stride. “Have the boys told you about Staff Sergeant Ard?”

“No, not yet.”

She looks to Price now, as if seeking permission.

It makes that ugly thing in his chest curl its lip and snarl.

The fact she was seeking permission from his captain now after she’d sent him and Katelyn into a hot zone without it was maddening.

Laswell nods her head in farewell, and exits the room without receiving anything back from the other three members of the 141.

“Where is she?” he asks, slowly moving to sit more upright.

The ugly thing in his chest begins to stir again, shifting about in irritation.

“The doctors operated on her for nearly eight hours, trying to repair the damage to her internal organs and back. The bullet nearly severed her spinal cord.”

Dread began to unfurl in his gut, spilling up into his throat as it began to close.

“She’s down the hall,” his captain tells him, voice somber. “I’m sorry, Simon. She’s gone.”

Ghost couldn’t breathe.

“She didn’t go without a fight.”

“Simon,” Katelyn had breathed against his lips, fingers tangled in his hair. “I will always be there to make sure you can shine.”

He had chuckled at that into the kiss, the press of her lips against his hot and wet and messy.

He sought to claim and mark, wreak havoc and worship this altar of a body beneath him.

Ghost had never been one for religion, but suddenly he found himself like a man without purpose suddenly having found it in the form of a goddess appearing to him. She was his light-the one banishing away his mortality and carving a path for him to ascend into the heavens. She was bringing back Simon.

“If you want to pay your respects, you’re able to go visit the body. None of us have gone yet.”

Their bodies had molded together, a fire wholly consuming enveloping them in its embrace.

She sought to heal and mend, spread her love and give him a place to land upon when the walls came crashing down.

“Is that so?” he had questioned, lips drifting down to her jaw. “The moon outshines the stars at times.”

Katelyn simply scoffed, tugging his head up roughly so they made eye contact.

“It would be too dark without the stars regardless,” she replies, and their lips meet again in the increasingly familiar dance they’d found themselves in.

“I know you two were close, so I understand if you’re not ready yet.”

Simon’s body moves above hers, hands grasping at her hips, her waist, her back. She responds in kind, digging her fingers into his shoulders, his biceps, his hair. They were joined into one body now, now a continuous form at the point an outsider would not be able to tell where one began and another ended.

They sought to build and grow, drown one another in emotion and possession to show the world they’d found a home in one another.

It was a night Simon had never wanted to forget. He wanted it inscribed behind his eyelids, into his brain. The feeling of her against him–beneath, on top, next to–was more intoxicating than any drug or hard liquor ever to grace his senses.

His brain had been a broken record of KatelynKatelynKatelynKatelynKatelyn.

“I’m so sorry, son.”

Ghost felt completely hollow, like the small part of him still human had been torn from his chest. And, he supposed it had. After all, she had been what was keeping him alive in the end, was what had been the final key needed to unlock the chest in his heart holding Simon.

Beside the hollowness an anger begins to build. He had accepted his fate in that field with her heavy body in his arms knowing they’d be together in whatever was next. The universe was cruel, stripping away yet another thing from him in a burst of ash and fire. It was common knowledge for anyone who’d spent any length of time watching the two of them work together that if one left, the other would follow.

They were joined souls, fighting for their next breath so long as the other did the same.

They were two pieces fit together, leaving the puzzle of their lives incomplete without their unity.

They were what kept one another sane, chasing away the demons and the darkness for a shot at tranquility.

Now, he was a husk of a man.

He distantly felt arms around him, and despite it feeling wrong – because it wasn’t her – he allows for it to happen. He knows it’s not just for him but also them. So, he lets them hold onto him.

Simon was slowly starting to unravel at the edges, Ghost enveloping him more and more until the scarred face was gone and replaced with a skull over scratchy fabric.

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The funeral was awful.

They’d flown Katelyn’s body back to the States where she’d been born, hosting a service in Alaska where her father still lived. There, in the cold dark earth, she was laid to rest. At least, the coffin was laid to rest. Her ashes had been divided up between her parents, siblings, and–albeit reluctantly–Ghost.

Her father had recognized him almost instantly when he’d opened the door, and the smile he bore at seeing himself and Price faded almost instantly.

Being former military, he knew what the folded up American flag with Katelyn’s tags on the top being held in Ghost’s arms meant. He’d been completely silent, beckoning them inside and collapsing onto the couch. Price had settled beside his old friend, a hand on the other man’s shoulder. Ghost had stood off to the side, still clutching the American flag like it was a lifeline. Her tags glinted in the light, winking at him like she would constantly.

A month later, the entire team had gathered together around her coffin and given her the proper send-off, Ghost being the one to pound the insignia of the United States Navy into the hard surface. The 141, Laswell and her wife, Nikolai, and around forty Marines made up the military side of the funeral. The Marines were ones who had all been involved with her somehow before she’d transferred to the 141 and left the States, and had naturally all wanted to be there upon hearing news of her death. There were supposedly dozens more, all soldiers who remembered the fierce corpsman who’d come in guns blazing to save them in the middle of a warzone or had managed to bring men a foot taller than her down to their knees in submission.

Her parents, her mother’s new husband, siblings, and countless other family members were all in attendance. They all approached him upon seeing his imposing form, offering looks of sympathy and hugs he accepted only out of courtesy. Apparently Katelyn had spoken about him the most out of all the members on the team, touting the skills of a man who “is way more quiet than a guy his size should be”. Her father was the only one who didn’t give a look of sympathy and instead stood silently by him, wearing his old dress uniform.

The service had been heartfelt, Katelyn’s mother descending into a sobbing mess by the end of it. Katelyn’s brothers all were the hardest to watch, her older brother, Caleb, breaking down knowing his little sister was gone. If he remembered correctly, the two of them were less than a year apart and were the closest out of the bunch. The twins, Rory and Fergus, were both in utter shock with silent tears running down their faces. The youngest, Andrew, stood stone-faced, dressed in his own dress uniform of the Army. Her father was emotionless the entire time, the only indication of his grief being the silent tears rolling down his cheeks like the twins.

When it was over, Katelyn’s mother had stormed up to him and screamed at him for not getting her out of the military world. She’d wanted her only daughter to settle down and become a good wife, and blamed Ghost for not having her do that. She only lasted a short couple minutes in her outburst before she collapsed into him, being removed gently from his chest by Caleb.

Katelyn’s mother’s words rolled off his back, his heart far too numb to comprehend the full depth of what she meant.

It’s only when he’s alone by her tombstone several days later that he understands it.

He’d had a chance to pull Katelyn away from the military world, settle down with her. But he hadn’t. He’d delayed time and time again with her, keeping them at the stage where there wasn’t a full commitment yet.

Were it not for his own selfish desire to keep her in his sights at all times, she could’ve been alive.

He wouldn’t have a necklace holding her ashes.

The 141 would still have their Mama Bear.

Ghost feels a darkness coming over him, so unlike what he had felt in that field holding Katelyn close to his chest.

He doesn’t fear it–he was too numb anymore–but for another reason.

It crashes over him, suffocating and brutal, a reminder of how the moon would now shine alone in the night sky.

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