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kryhara · 2 months

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Played call of duty ghosts for the first time :))) now I’ve got the brainrot who knew I’d get emotional over characters from the call of duty games I used to watch my dad play 💀

Mostly ghosts doodles but also Bell from black ops Cold War bc their my little guy love them 🫶

Lol also my cod OC I’ve done nothing with forever until now I’ve been calling him Rex atm (after Captain Rex)

#call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #logan walker #keegan p russ #kick cod ghosts #call of duty black ops Cold War #cod black ops cold war #cod bell #call of duty #cod oc

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kickfanboy1 · 7 months

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RANDOM KICK HCS !!!

Raahhh I love this man so much

He definitely snorts when he laughs

He also wheezes

As we see in the game, he cannot stay still on ice. He always holds onto people near him when he can

He's the typa guy to either sneeze really quietly or absolutely blow up everyone's ear drums with a loud ass sneeze. He can never have a normal sneeze

Deftones fan.

Kim Petras and Eyesha Erotica guilty pleasure (or he's super proud)

I see that everyone agrees that this man has TERRIBLE posture. He doesn't even blame his back pain on himself, he'll find anything or anyone to somehow blame for his back pain.

This man absolutely LOVES just eating from those big ass bags of frozen fruit for smoothies. Give him a big ass bag of frozen berries and a movie and the bag will be empty before that movie is half way done.

Adores animals with his whole heart. I see his favorite animal either being a dog or a ring-tailed lemur :3

He's probably either a huge horror movie fan or is absolutely terrified of horror. I can see either.

Buys those cringy ass shirts like "I love it when my wife lets me go golfing" and shit like that (ironically)

i lorve him so much oh my goddd waaahh

#cod ghosts #kick cod ghosts #kick cod #I NEED HIM #call of duty ghosts

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ms-unfortunate24 · 1 year

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Is that all you got? (Keegan P. Russ X Reader) Pt. 2

Prompt: Keegan isn’t very talkative nor is he known, he’s a ghost literally.. He has his eyes on someone specific that he’s sure doesn’t notice him but what if they do? (The reader is Kick’s partner)

Warnings: Slight Angst and cursing

Reader Inserts: Y/N= Your name, Y/L= Your last name, Y/CN= your code name, Y/H= your hair, Y/HC= your hair color, E/C= Eye color, H/S= Hair Style, N/N= Nickname.

This is shorter ikikkkkk but like school afn work are kicking me aroundddd. And I kind of forgot about this 😗

.“You got a lotta work Y/CN”. You couldn't help but smile at your old partner, then frown out of sadness. After the chat you've had with kick he left to do some errands as you decided to wander around the base. It was usually pretty tidy with the occasional bottles of beer lying around. You walked into the kitchen and slid over the island heading towards the fridge. There was a note, “Stop touching my salads - Merrick” you grinned at the thought of somebody sneaking into the fridge just to steal Merrick’s Salad every day. A tap on your shoulder sent shivers down your spine so you quickly turned to the intruder. “Sir- Russ?!” you stammered not realizing he was inches away from you. His eyes bore into yours, his figure slouched over to reach your face. “For fucks sake why are you so close?” you tried backing away but the issue was that the fridge was in the way. He backed away and silently nodded, keeping his eyes sharp on you. “Did you need something or did you creep up on me to slam an insult in my face again?” you questioned with sarcasm lacing each word that slipped spit of your mouth. His gaze soon turned into a glare within seconds as he reached over you to grab a bag of chips that were sitting on top of the fridge. “Soooo, you wear the balaclava all the time? What are you e-” before you could finish he started walking away, a slight frown painted your face but you chose to ignore it.

03:00 Wake up call

You lay comfortably in your bed, your breath was slow and steady. A hasty ring startled you from your slumber. You quickly grabbed the phone realizing that you didn't put your work phone and personal phone on silent. You checked to see who called you, expecting maybe Kick or Logan to be the ones who called because they're usually still up at this hour which was unhealthy. This was a new number, unknown at that. Deciding not to pick up you laid yourself back down, but it rang again, and again. Finally being fed up you grabbed the phone and answered “What?” you said in an obvious upset tone. “Dont talk to me like that, learn some fucking respect” you knew who this was by the way he hissed his words at you, but you decided to play dumb. “Who is this? And how did you get my number?” you questioned innocently, “Y/CN don't test me..” he said in an almost whisper. That whisper made you feel something and it felt good, “Oh Sergeant Russ.. is someone dying?” You questioned sounding not so amused with him. “People die everyday, every hour, every minute, and every second.. But I need you to come meet me at my office at 07:20 sharp we have a lot to discuss before Elias calls us in to chat. Do you understand?” His voice sounded heavy, “Sure thing,” “I'm only taking a ‘Yes sir or Yes Sergeant’ you got that?” his voice sent shivers around your body as it was both monotoned and raspy, a breathy exhale was released from the other line which made your body heat up. “Yes Sergeant..” you slowly replied trying to process what you'd heard. The other line died as you lifted the phone from your face and watched the screen of your phone say ‘Call Ended’. You tossed your phone across from where you were on the bed and laid yourself back down, sighing and closing your eyes.

07:20 Sgt’s office

You stared at his door when it barely turned 07:19 you decided to fix your uniform a bit and then knock. You heard some shuffling and a chair moving, then the door was opened. You walked into the room and closed the door behind yourself. Keegan took his seat at his desk, and after fixing his seating position he motioned you to have a seat in the chair directly across from his. You followed his silent command and sat across from him, waiting for him to speak. “Elias wants to send us on a separate mission from others, of course, we’ll be sent to Sin City and our Target is Alejandro Vasquez,” he said tossing the file of the new target, when you read the file to yourself you saw that he had a strict ass schedule and was almost always guarded. “Alright, so what's Elias going to want?” You said, gently closing the file and placing it back on Keegan’s desk. “I don't know, I was given an order and message so I delivered the order and message,” Keegan said, slightly lifting his mask to drink his coffee. For some reason, it felt wrong to look so you turned your head to the side facing the opposite direction. Once you heard the cup hit the desk and waited a few seconds you turned back to him, a soft knock was placed on his door as he shifted his eyes from you, your body, then to the door. “Come in.” his voice was confident, and as soon as the command was made the private walked in. “Captain Walker wants to see you both in his office now,” the private said nervously shuffling under both of your gazes, he slightly fixed his posture and it looked like he held his breath. “We'll see him right now, dismissed,” Keegan said waving off the new guy, the sound of the door closing shot your face back to Keegan. “All I'm going to say is I hope you don't get distracted easily Y/CN, or this is going to be a tough mission for you,” Keegan whispered almost into your ear, the way he said things were almost a little too pleasing to your ears. It's always the quiet ones, “I won't fail, and as soon as I'm done I'm going back to Kick.” you said standing up and turning towards the door, “What is he like your boyfriend?” Keegan asked, you couldn't help but break down laughing at Keegan. After fixing yourself back up you shook your head as if you wanted to shake the nonsense that he asked out. “No, I'm very much single. Why? are you jealous?” you smiled, Keegan stayed silent and then stood straight after a minute of thinking “dismissed Y/CN”

#call of duty ghosts #keegan p russ #keegan x reader #keegan russ #keegan russ x reader #call of duty #x reader #kick call of duty ghosts #kick cod ghosts

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faccal · 2 years

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Does Merrick ever cockblock Logan and Keegan?

Thank you so much for this ask! And ohhohoho definitely

You see, Merrick is a class A asshole, and as much as we all love him, he's also a massive cockblock.

He definitely does it to Keegan and Logan, especially when he first finds out. He has an air of self importance and considers himself Elias's right hand man since he is next in the chain of command.

Keegan always used to ignore Merrick's bullshit, never really actively sexual with anyone. When Logan comes around though, and they start getting busy, they notice Merrick more and more. They'll be sharing breakfast and looking at each other when suddenly Merrick is clearing his throat behind them.

They'll be checking the others gear when Merrick comes between them, finishing Keegan's gear check while sending Logan off.

The first few times it happens, Keegan and Logan both think of it as Merrick being oblivious to their relationship and just making sure everything is going according to plan. "He doesn't realize he's getting in the way." Is their excuse for his behavior.

However, when Merrick starts preventing Logan from sitting beside Keegan on missions, at dinner, by fires, doesn't allow them to be alone together anymore, they realize something isn't right.

The worst part is, is Merrick sees Logan as like a nephew, and Keegan has long been his friend and comrade. So he thinks he's doing good work keeping them apart, but really it just leads the two sneaky men to being even sneakier. Keegan's stealth skills, keen ears and eyes are put to the test as he sees how many times he can sneak in and out of Logan's room without being noticed.

Logan uses his skills, along with ones Keegan taught him to do the same. Rope, hooks, and anything they can get their hands on makes the game all the more fun. It honestly does just become that, a game of avoiding Merrick and getting away with all sorts of shit because Merrick didn't take into consideration that Keegan gives no fucks and will climb a damn wall/window to get where he needs to go.

"Uh, Merrick?"

"Yes, Kick."

"Didn't you say that....that you were helping Elias by keeping Keegan and Logan apart? That, cockblocking was the best plan of success."

"Yeah, why?"

Kick watching Keegan scale a rope through one of the windows, holding his finger to his lips to keep Kick silent. "No reason, was just curious how that was going."

"Quite well actually! Keegan and Logan haven't been close in almost three weeks!"

"Right...."

And it's not that Merrick's stupid, he just thinks Keegan's too honorable to lie to him. Listen Merrick, nothing can stop the horny. Nothing.

Sorry for the shit answer for such a great ask! I've had a rough day and thinking isn't going well for me, lol.

Thank you again for this ask, I always love seeing your questions and ideas in my inbox!

#call of duty ghosts #logan walker #call of duty #keegan p russ #keegan x logan #thomas a merrick #kick cod ghosts #merrick is a huge cockblock for our boys #i got mail!#fanartcollectorwriter

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1112lw · 1 year

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i’m drawing the "faceless" ghosts members so here’s kick and grim

#my art #art #call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #DO THEY HAVE TAGS #riddian grim poe #they don’t….#kick cod ghosts #grim cod ghosts #uhh. not ocs? ? but #fanart

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frogchiro · 4 months

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In reference to your other post: Wolf Hybrid!Ghost taking the reader from behind, his mind clouded with lust as he mounts them, lining up his thick cock before stretching them open. He can't help but look down at where they connect, seeing their hole stretched thin over his cock and making him mutter a teasing "Awww... biiig stretch" under his breath, lips pulled into a pleased smirk as he goes to pound town.

I literally came tf did you put in this ask

Wolf dog hybrid!Simon who, if able to, would mount you all the time and not let you off of his dick, his large knot keeping you tied to him and the pointy tip of his lengthy cock leaking and spurting his fertile sperm deep in you :((

Remember that he's huge! Build like a shit brickhouse, broad, burly shoulders, bulky arms and legs, a nice healthy layer of fat on his tummy making him seem even larger and his fluffy tail and pointy, fuzzy dog ears on top of his head only complete the look. Whenever he drapes himself over your smaller, soft body and grinds hips strong hips against you you always loose your balance a bit and whine at him to please not put all his weight on you, you'll break under him!!

But Simon just snuffles and makes a chuffing noise as he pushes his nose right under your jaw to inhale your scent, his fluffy tail wagging like crazy behind him; he wouldn't admit it but he always gets so stupidly happy whenever you're near. His mate is close and all he wants to do is to nip and tease you, herd you away and then mount :((

Imagine Simon thrusting his hips without abandon, so fucking turned on and horny, low growls escaping his maw as he listens attentively to your whines and whimpers and he can't help but smirk at the delicious sight of your poor, swollen pussy stretched open so wide to accommodate his large, heavy cock, his swollen tip hitting against your battered cervix and he almost howls at the feeling of being so so deep in you :(

Si would smirk and slow down his insistent thrusts to a slow in and out and using his thumbs he'd spread your cunt open to see his length stretching you to your limits and it's then when he growls a nasty:

"Aahhh would you look at tha'...Biiig stretch lovie'

And you're both speechless and embarrassed at the same time :(( He threw your affectionate words you use when you find Si particularly cute back at you when you're stretched wide on his dick :(( He's so mean :((

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #jesus christ nonnie you have my eternal love #I literally had to lay down and kick my feet when I read this ;;\#cod x reader #cod mw x reader #hybrid au #wolfdog!ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley cod #simon riley

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moongreenlight · 6 months

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I love your work about the 141 gossiping about Ghost, love the concept of him having a “secret wife”.

Please please please write more with “secret wife y/n”, I beg of you. 🙏🏻

ANYTHING FOR YOU, ANON. <3 Ghost and secretwife!reader are my sweet babies I love them so much.

Tw: blond Simon & smiling Simon. Read at your own risk.

If there’s one thing Gaz knows how to do, it’s shut the fuck up. And if there was ever a time to employ that skill, it was now. Now after he’d been frozen watching the two of you reunite after a close call. After he’d discovered your dirty little secret. Suddenly feeling like Icarus after flying too close to the sun. Hurtling back down to earth. He was certain that when he moved there would be a crater under his feet where his stomach dropped.

He’d gone so green that another nurse came up and gently tugged on his arm to see if he was alright. He snapped his jaw shut, nodding and mumbling something that didn’t sound anywhere near reassuring. But he forced himself to leave the medbay. Left the two of you behind the curtain, where in his final glance back he saw that your feet were still neatly on top of Ghost’s big boots. Pushed up on your toes to be able to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He made some excuse not to meet with you that evening. Could barely look you in the eye when you caught him in the hall, looking significantly more cheery than you had been that morning. You pried, asking if he was alright, feeling his forehead with the back of your hand, but he claimed the stress of their mission had just hit him and he really needed to sleep.

It took him weeks to get over the initial shock. Couldn’t stand next to Ghost during conditioning. Made a point of sitting catty-corner to him during meetings and in transit so he had the least chances of accidentally catching his eye. Feeling like he’d deeply bastardized the idea of ‘Ghost.’ Blurred the lines between the man Gaz knew and the man he was in private.

He tried to reason with himself. Keep it fresh in his mind that he’d seen the signs, just hadn’t been able to fully connect the dots by himself. And it was an accident. He’d never intentionally pry into either of your personal lives like that. It wasn’t in his character. There was nothing innately wrong with the two of you hiding a marriage. Probably would have been an HR nightmare. Gotten both of you re-stationed. He was certain you both had a good reason to hide it. And there was no better person to find out than him. He’d actually be able to keep it a secret. Soap would immediately run his mouth. Get on the intercoms and scream the news as loud as he could. Price would pull the both of you aside and try to have some heart-to-heart. Not that it wouldn’t have been nice, it just would have felt too forced. Wouldn’t have served any real purpose.

So eventually he gets over it. Never pressed you about your marriage again, and you never seemed too keen on following up his request from months ago. The dust settles in his mind. He shelves the information like an old book. Life goes on.

And then the weather turns. Starts getting colder. The first few weeks of cold after summer where the wind stings a little more. Finds it’s way through jackets and uniforms a little more artfully. Soldiers are catching ill and passing it around like it’s a competition of who can infect the entire base. The medbay is busy, but a different kind of busy than summer when it’s an optimal time to see missions through.

The medics are tasked with rounding up all the soldiers on base and issuing flu vaccines to hopefully prevent further spread. You trudge to Price’s office in the early morning. He notices you look a little pale. The rims of your eyes and tip of your nose are blotchy. A gentle shade of pink that he assumes is from the weather or the cold you were bound to catch. You chat for a bit, catch up because you haven’t had the opportunity for a few weeks. Let him know that he and the boys need to make their way to the bay for their shots at some point.

You feel a little woozy. Pressing into his doorframe for support, white-knuckling it to keep yourself from swaying in your spot. He looks a little concerned. Asks if you need to take a few days away to recoup. You wave him off, tell him it’s nothing you can’t handle, but he insists on walking you back to medbay. And he’s glad he did because on the short walk back you find yourself having to duck into a dark meeting room so you can vomit into a trash can.

He keeps a steadying arm wrapped around your waist when you stumble back out into the hall. Shaking his head when you profusely apologize. Slowing his normally long strides so you were comfortable. Gently lets you down on your own cot and instructs you to stay where you are while he goes to find a few other doctors that can delegate your work for the day between them so you can have the day off.

He sends you home despite your protest. You’d already gotten your color back. Claimed you must’ve had something off to eat. He wasn’t having it. Said he wouldn’t have his best doctor spreading sick because she’s too stubborn to get off her feet for a few hours. He’s a bit more stern than usual because he knows you won’t listen otherwise, but he brings you a ginger ale and sits next to your bed until you’ve finished it.

Later that day, when he and the boys finally get around to the bay for vaccines, he notices the way Ghost’s eyes dart around like he was looking for something. His shoulders tensing when he sees your station empty, and moments after he’s taken his shot, Price sees that he’s slunk off to a corner to make a phone call.

He doesn’t think much of it. He’s been trying to give Ghost some space. So he just shrugs it off. Let’s him finish up whatever he’s doing before they get back to work.

The boys have gotten in the habit of taking a week off as the snow melts. Just before Spring brings rain and the soft buds of new leaves on the trees. Unofficial tradition proposed early on to have a few more days rest before things inevitably picked up again. Usually gave the boys time to kick off to visit family or get some well needed time away from base. Get in a well needed break because God knew they wouldn’t be able to for the foreseeable future.

Soap finds himself a little North of Manchester in his time off. Went out to see his godparents in Bolton for a couple days before getting back up to Iverness to see his parents. Meandering through a supermarket to pick up a bottle of wine for his godmother and a bottle of bourbon for himself. Could have sworn he saw Simon turning a corner at the end of the aisle. Chalked it up to a trick of the light. Seeing things after months of close quarters with his L.T.

But then he saw the man again. Stood in line at the butcher’s counter. No mask, but the same crooked nose and cropped blond hair. Same scar hooking his jaw. Swapped out his uniform and gear for a thick leather jacket, white shirt, and a pair of jeans. Would have been unrecognizable if Johnny didn’t know him so well.

He was about to head over to say hello. Make some wise crack about Ghost missing him too much, but he was stilled for a moment when a woman approached Simon. Pushed her cart up next to him and nudged his side with her hip. Prompted him to give her a small smile- the only smile Soap had ever seen Simon grace anyone with. No teeth, just a curve of his lips, but it changed his face completely.

Ghost said something to the woman. She reached up to fuss with the collar of his jacket. Johnny saw her shoulders shake slightly and heard the quiet tinkling sound of her laughter. Completely shell shocked. So imagine his surprise when the woman turned away from Ghost and it was you. Only you looked wildly different. He knew your face well enough, but after almost six months not going to the medbay on a weekly basis, something had changed.

Even wearing an oversized sweatshirt he could see the way it pulled taught against your swollen belly. Saw the way your arm was cradling it like second nature. He didn’t even realize that the bottle of wine had slipped from his fingers until he watched Simon’s head snap toward the sound. Ears perked. Tense like he’d suddenly flashed onto the battlefield. His eyes went wild for a moment as he scanned the busy aisle, calmed only a degree when he found you.

It’s like that Spider-Man meme where the three of them meet and point at each other. Johnny’s smiling sheepishly (for once), your jaw is dropped in surprise, and Simon is glaring daggers at Johnny like somehow it was his fault that you were all in the same place at once. You’re the first one to move. Rushing up to him as quickly as you could- now moving a bit awkwardly with the disproportionate weight of your pregnancy on your front. Asking if he was alright. Grabbing his hands to make sure the glass hadn’t cut him.

Simon tailed you like a hulking shadow. Glowering down at Soap something fucking ferocious. Didn’t even give him time to tell you he was fine. Pulling you back behind his arm by the wrists with a kind of gentleness Johnny had never known the L.T. to possess. You twisted your face in displeasure, batting his hands away and stepping back out from behind the wall that was your husband. Ignoring the wine and the soft crunch of glass under your shoes.

And to Soap’s absolute bafflement, Simon stood down. Didn’t try to yank you back, didn’t voice his protest, just drew his mouth into a hard line and let you push past him. He was speechless. For what well may have been the first time in his life, John MacTavish had no words. Couldn’t apologize for the mess. Couldn’t crack a joke. Couldn’t even say hello. He was pure dead at a loss.

Somehow, he allowed you to guide him away from the mess he’d made- staining the waxed tile a muted crimson even after the disgruntled looking employee came over to mop it up. Found his voice in your tugging him along after you and Simon to the checkout where you insisted you’d pay for the bottle of bourbon he’d managed not to send careening to the ground. Tried to tell you no, but you’d already sent it down the belt. And by the time you’d rooted through your purse in search of your card, Simon had already finished paying and was tucking his wallet into his back pocket.

Shuffled out with the two of you into the car park. Making a point of putting distance between himself and Simon who was pushing the cart with one hand and had the other planted firmly on the small of your back. Always walking on the side of oncoming traffic.

Johnny tried to keep up with your conversation. Asking him about his break. Where he was staying and for how long. How had he been. But it was tense. He could feel Ghost’s eyes on the back of his head. Burning through him. Making him feel like he had a target tacked to his skull.

He said a quick goodbye when Ghost helped you into the passenger seat of your car. You said you’d see him soon enough, said if he had any extra time before they went back he’d have to come by for dinner. Simon closed the door before you could say anything else. Looking monumentally irked.

The two men stood in suffocating silence while Simon unloaded the groceries into the trunk. Johnny tried to ignore the glinting of the silver band on the L.T’s finger. Caught the light every time he set a new bag in the back. A little unsure if he was being dismissed or if Ghost was just waiting until he was certain you wouldn’t hear the lashing he was bound to receive.

But it all stayed relatively calm. Maybe the eye of the hurricane. Simon pushed the bottle of bourbon into his chest before swinging the trunk shut.

“Appreciate if you’d keep this between us.”

Ghost spoke first, the words sounding a bit sticky in his throat- like they didn’t want to come out.

“‘Course.”

Johnny’s voice wasn’t much better. Both of them shifted on their feet. Not use to this kind of conversation. Uncomfortable being pushed from their usual dynamic.

Simon just nodded, moving to push the cart back to the corral. Johnny followed.

“How long you been keepin’ this in?”

“Which bit.”

His response was flat.

“Dinnae, L.T. Seems yer a man o’ mystery these days.”

Soap prodded, unable to help himself. A smile crept into his voice.

“Don’t push it.”

Simon bit back.

“Bonnie thing for a brute like you.”

“Johnny.”

“Looks ready’ta pop.”

A harsh sigh from Ghost. He reached into his jacket pocket like he was going for a cigarette. Tightening his jaw when his hand showed back up empty. He hummed his agreement.

“Few months.”

They’d reached Johnny’s car by this point. Just a few rows over in the car park. Stood by his driver’s side door shuffling their feet once more.

“Ken it’ll turn out like you?”

He couldn’t help but ask. Never pictured Ghost the fatherly type, but the idea was growing on him now that it’d been planted in his mind.

“Hope not.”

Simon gruffed back. Johnny snorted.

“Boy o’ girl?”

This earned him a nasty look, but he figured he was in deep enough as it was. No harm in asking.

“Girls.”

#this had me giiiiiiiiiggling and kicking my feet anon thank you #self indulgent dad!simon fluff #picturing him with twin baby girls I’m tearing my hair out holy shit #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #141 headcanons #moongreenlight #moongreenlightwrites #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #secret wife

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kickfanboy1 · 8 months

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KICK NSFW HEADCANONS

picture credits - callsignmint on tiktok!!!

Yeah baby we're starting this page off strong with nsfw hcs of my favorite character ever!!!!

This man is a proud thigh lover and he'll make sure you know of it. He loves thick partners with thick thighs, he just wants to suffocate in them and kiss them. (and cover his cum in them ...)

He's also a thigh fucker 🤭

He's either super sweet or kinda mean. Usually sweet and soft, but if you ask nicely for him to be rough ... let's just say he'll have some good tricks up his sleeve

HE IS SO FUCKING WHINYYYY ON BOTTOM. He will whine and beg like there's no tomorrow. Edge him and my guy will CRY tears of intense pleasure

He is not afraid to tell you what he likes. He'll tell you to keep going in the most whiny and breathy voice, and if you don't keep going or change something up, he'll just whine about it (he secretly likes being denied, it gives him more of an excuse to be a bitch)

Praise him with the name "slut" and he'll cum right on the spot.

He LOVES when you're on top of him and making him keep eye contact with you by keeping ahold of his chin whenever he faces another way or if his head falls back. He'll do the same thing to you when on top.

GIVE HIM PETNAMES. Call him a "good boy", "love", "sweetie", anything like that and my lord he goes insane

Top and bottom he'll praise you like there's no tomorrow.

He's so fucking sensitive when close he'll squirm around and whine

He plays with himself in another room when he knows you're about to come in. He loves just being caught and then being helped.

Did I mention he is vocal? He'll moan, whimper, whine, groan, you name it. He knows you love the noises he makes and he'll make sure you get the shit you like. When he's close, he literally sounds like he's crying, but my god it's an arousing type of cry. On top, this man'll growl and moan in your ear.

When you're riding him he'll hold onto your hips and guide you up and down/around, or if he's feeling extremely submissive that time, he'll just have his hands above his head, and you'll probably be holding onto them.

Fav positions: Cowboy (him or you as the cowboy) & missionary

#kick cod #kick cod ghosts #cod ghosts #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #kick call of duty #kick call of duty ghosts

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s0fter-sin · 1 month

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something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line

“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”

“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"

but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.

he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.

his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.

ghost doesn't let him.

"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."

soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.

he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."

the ice in soap's eyes fractures.

ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.

“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”

#in my head its bc graves abducts his sister and is using her as hostage to draw him out knowing ghost will always follow him #but the intensity and intimacy of saying ‘you cant trust your mind not to betray you so let me be in charge of your body until you can’#after what happened to tommy he could never deny johnny his right to save his sister #but its bc of what happened to tommy that he knows he cant let him do it alone with only his rage to guide him #hes more likely to get himself killed and ghost wont live through that #so he has to balance it #and the only way he knows how is to completely shut down soap’s mind until hes no more than instinct and muscle memory #if he cant think practically then dont let him think at all #reduce him to a place where he can only follow orders #and when its finally over and his sister is safe and graves is dead #only then will he drag johnny back up to the surface #he’ll do it even if it means dragging him kicking and screaming back to humanity #instead of letting him sink in the depths where nothing hurts. theres no fear down there. no pain. only order #and thats the risk ghost took sending johnny to that place but he only did it bc he would stop at nothing to bring him back #and help him through the after #the breakdown. the rush of panic and rage and relief and anguish johnnys been supressing on his order #it was his word that turned johnny into a ghost #and its his touch that brings him back to the man #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #cod #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap cod

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@tokillamockingbird427 and I discussed how Keegan liked his coffee a while back I believe, and decided to make a post about how I believe the ghosts enjoy their coffee

How the Ghosts like their coffee

Rorke: dark roast black, just like his soul

Elias: black usually, but he prefers classic roast black. Not too dark, not to weak

Merrick: regular black

Keegan: mega strong coffee, this coffee is so strong and packed full of so much caffeine it creates a shaking pit at the bottom of your stomach

Ajax: regular black, though when he's feeling extra daring, he'll drink Keegan's

Torch: regular, maybe the occassional cream or sugar. Never both

Grim: enjoys his coffee with sugar only

Neptune: as long as he can get coffee he doesn't care how it's made

Hesh: thinks he likes it dark because he's so "macho", but prefers regular with some sugar. He's okay going without if he needs to though

Logan: will drink it any way he can, doesn't care what is or isn't in it, just keep Keegan's coffee away. The last time he tried that he nearly died

Kick: likes his coffee regular, but enjoys extra sweet tea

#call of duty ghosts #logan walker #call of duty #keegan p russ #gabriel rorke #david hesh walker #hesh walker #elias walker #alexander v ajax johnson #grim cod ghosts #torch cod ghosts #neptune cod ghosts #kick cod ghosts

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