Dear, I L O V E D The Ghost X Air Force Reader. May I Ask Another One With Him? Reader Thinks He Is In

Dear, i L O V E D the Ghost x air force reader. May i ask another one with him? Reader thinks he is in a relationship with Soap and that's why took her so long to confess her feelings for him. Please and thank you, remember to eat your greens and drink water💗

You’re not gay?

Sion ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader ft Soap

Thank you for the request!! I’m not sure I interpreted it correctly, but I hope you enjoy still :) Take care of yourself too <3

The banter between Ghost and Soap was absolutely nothing unusual. By the time you joined, their conversation was nothing but shameless flirting and unforgivably stupid jokes, or so you thought.

It took you quite a while for Ghost to grow even the slightest comfortable around you. He was cautious around new people, rightly so, but the other guys made up for it, and when eventually he did start trusting you, there was nothing that made your day more than that man hiding his face away from society.

Whoever said he wasn’t one to talk was a liar. He didn’t shut his fucking mouth, either jokes, remarks or the word ‘affirmative’ was always in between his lips ready to be said. And at first you found it quite amusing, but the more you heard it the more you began to like him. The need to hear his voice became an often occurrence.

However there was one issue, and that was his constant bromance moments with Soap.

For the longest time you’d thought the two were together. You’d never asked nor received confirmation from other people, so you assumed it was meant to be hidden and you minded your own business despite the ache in your heart that he wasn’t yours.

That all changed on a mission gone wrong. You and Ghost were hiding up on a rooftop, your cheek against your sniper as you looked through the scope to find any signs of Soap nearby. You knew he was okay, the constant snarky jokes coming through the radio proved just that, but you and Simon were stuck in the roof until you found him. The higher the better in this case.

“Hey Simon?” A Scottish accent chimed though the radio, your sigh as you looked in another direction was mentally noted by Ghost himself as he laid there beside you trying to hide away from the armed men underneath. “Did you hear about the cross eyed teacher?”

“Hm?”

“I heard he couldn’t control his pupils.”

You signed and looked away from your scope, reaching to press the button on the radio attached to your jacket.

“Not the time, Soap. Where are you?”

He whispered a chuckle, telling you he had ‘no fucking idea’ and that he think he’s ‘lost’. You’d known that since you lost him in the gunfire, men chasing you all left and right separating all three of you until you found Ghost. Soap must have been chased a little longer though, because he actually had no idea where he was.

“Guys?” He spoke again, and for once you thought he’d give you some identifiable landmarks or something to go off of in order to find him. But instead you were met with another fucking joke. “What do you call a pig that knows karate?” When silence met his radio, he continued. “A pork chop.”

“That’s the best one yet.” Ghost muttered, focused on looking over the edge of the building to see how many men were down there unsafe you did have to vacate the building you were currently on.

“Can you tell your boyfriend to tone it down, please?” You quipped, looking to the side to face him. It must of taken him by surprise because he laid back down beside you away from the view of others and stared. For a second you thought he’d throw you off he roof for figuring out they were together, sacrifice you for silence.

“I beg your pardon?” He scoffed, a breathy huff leaving his lips. “He is not my boyfriend.”

“No?” You cautiously spoke, watching as he took the sniper and looked into the scope leaving you to stare at him.

“No. I barely tolerate his ass as it is, imagine going though it everyday.”

“You’re not gay?”

He laughed. He actually laughed, his head raising from the scope for a second before returning to its place. There was a second of silence before he shook his head, and you could almost make out the smirk under his mask. What was he smirking at now?

“Definitely not.” He whispered just enough for you to hear, looking at some movements on the other side of him.

A noise sounded behind you, effectively making you pull out your gun and spin onto you back, finger on the trigger ready to shoot at anything coming to harm you. You breathed out when you noticed Johnny standing there with his hand on his hip, a small smirk plastered on his lips. “Definitely not, he’s got hots for this one girl-”

“That’s enough.” Ghosts voice was deep as he got up, looking dead into Soaps eyes before waking towards the staircase to exit the building you were on.

The conversation wasn’t bought up until later that evening, back at base where all three of you were now in more casual clothes rather than your regular gear. It wasn’t awkward between you, but Ghost seemed a bit quieter than usual with you.

“For the longest time I thought you were with Soap.” You chuckled to yourself. Maybe now you had a shot? Maybe now you could tell him how much he actually meant to you. “That’s why…”

“That’s why what?”

You quickly changed the subject, shaking your head before looking up to the side to be met with his soft glare.

“Who’s the girl then, lieutenant?” Your elbow playfully hit his forearm. Fuck height differences. “Soaps basically dying to tell everyone but I think he’s scared of you bec-”

He turned to face you, half listening to you and half watching your lips as you ranted on about his conversations with Soap on previous missions. He felt pretty stupid if he could be honest, the amount of (or rather what he thought were) hints he threw at you that he liked you was insane. For god sake even Soap noticed and that man was more blind to things than a dog with no eyes. He knew he wasn’t big on relationships but Jesus Christ you were oblivious.

“Woman.” He sighed as he stared into your soak through those beautiful eyes of his. “You stupid, oblivious human being. It’s you.”

“What’s me?”

That comment made him feel a bit better, because now he felt like it wasn’t his fault you didn’t get the hints. He wasn’t bad at throwing hints. You were just terrible at catching them. But then again you thought he was with Soap, so that must have blinded your guidance and judgment somewhat, no?

He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, mask moving slightly as he deeply breathed in and out.

“Oh.” When you realised you tensed a little, feeling quite dumb for all your previous comments and thoughts about him. You kept looking into his eyes, looking for any signs of a lie, and when you found none you decided to move a little closer to him.

Your mind was in shambles, confused as how you could of missed all the obvious fucking signs. You now felt stupid, wanting so badly to jump into his arms and tell him you absolutely adored him too.

“I thought that you were with Soap for ages, that’s why I never told you I have the hots for you too.” You tried to make it sound better than it’s was, but you deemed it successful when he huffed out a laugh still looking down at you. There was a moment before your arms reached up and your wrapped them around his neck. He was so tall you had to stand on your toes just to reach him like this.

Your hands held the back of his head, slightly playing with the fabric of the balaclava still on his head.

“Can I?” You asked.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and you could now wrap you legs around his muscle toned stomach, completely feeling him melt under your touch. He nodded but only slightly, enough for you to feel it under your touch. Gently, you grabbed the back of the mask and took it off, your eyes falling upon his scarred face.

He was beautiful, exactly how you’d envisioned him simply from his voice. You took your time looking over his face, before smiling and cupping his jaw, soft enough for his to move away if he wanted to.

“Can I?” He copied your words, smiling softly when you, too, softly nodded before he leaned you in.

His lips were chapped, but you didn’t care, because you finally got to kiss Simon Riley, and see his face all in the same day.

BONUS;

“Damn, we could do been doing this 2 years ago.” You said.

“You thought I was gay 2 years ago?!”

“You and Soap kept flirting so-”

THE END

General relationship headcanons for Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley and John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

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Disclaimer: Little to no military knowledge from the author 🕺 don’t come for me i hate the military but i love these military men 🫠

Gender Neutral Military Soldier!Reader

this is also a test to see how i’m gonna write for these two. Yes you can request for them. I can’t do the entirety of the 141 YET but stay tuned 💃

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

At first he was very intrigued by you. Having caught Price’s eye enough to have him assign you to the 141. He’ll be absolutely in denial that he’s caught genuine feelings for you. Not wanting to get close to someone after all he’s went through. But he can’t help the warm feeling he gets when you make eye contact with him from across any room when he stares for far too long.

Eventually he’ll accept that he’s in love with you, will probably outright tell you after you were reckless on a mission, using yourself as a human shield for him. He’d be angry and frustrated and as he’s scolding you for your actions and you arguing back that he would’ve been killed, he’ll blurt out that he was fine if it was him, he doesn’t want to see the only person he can’t get out of his mind hurt because of him.

Ghost will pause as he watches your reaction, and slowly take off his mask, eyebrows furrowed and eyes on the ground. You take his face in your hands and confess your feelings too. From then on you’re an official couple, to Soaps delight. (He won a bet against Price and Gaz.)

You’ll have to be very patient with Simon. He’s been through a lot and lost a lot of people he loved dearly. Being emotionally vulnerable is very hard for him.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you. He’s just really bad at communicating it. Like. Really bad. His actions do speak louder than words.

It usually little things. From watching you like a hawk during missions together, making sure you’re okay at all times. From small, brief touches every now and then before and after missions to cleaning your weapons for you. Sometimes he’ll grab your hand during missions when you guys aren’t separated, away from the eyes of others, slowly running his thumb across your knuckles.

Most common physical contact is him putting his hand on your back between your shoulder blades. And on rare occasions, forehead touches. That damn mask gets in the way though but it’s still a nice gesture and one of his more intimate ones he’ll do in front of the others. Since he knows they don’t really care all that much.

If Soap says anything about it though he’s getting one of Ghost’s nasty dead eyed stares. And a threat that holds no true malice behind it, just annoyance.

He has trouble vocalizing his affection to you. That doesn’t come easy to him. Usually it’s such a normal, everyday phrase no one seems to notice the importance of when he says anything to you. From reassuring you he has your back from any threats, to simply asking you how you’re holding up when the two of you are separated.

Sleeping out in deserts, jungles, boats, anywhere not at home he has to have your cot next to his or he won’t sleep. Usually he doesn’t really sleep actually, but having you around eases his mind, letting him get much needed rest even if you’re a couple feet away, facing each other as you rest.

He’s not used to having someone around his apartment when he’s home away from war. Having someone there when he wakes up is new to him again. And he’s definitely not used to you praising him. Telling him how much you love him and how handsome he is. Kissing him because you want to. Looking up at him with so much love and adoration.

During the hours where the sun is just beginning to rise, the birds are softly singing outside in the trees, he’ll wake up before an hour before you so he could go on his morning jog. But he’ll stay in bed for a few minutes, admiring your sleeping face. Gently cupping one of your cheeks in his hand and slowly run his thumb over your cheek bone. And when he gets up to get ready for his run, he’ll kiss your forehead before he leaves. Coming back to find you cooking breakfast for the both of you.

The privacy of the apartment lets him be more vulnerable. If only a little. He still has trouble with words. But physical touch comes easier to him. He’ll come up behind you when you’re doing something in the kitchen and put his hands on your waist, kissing the top of your head. When sitting on the couch he’ll pull you towards his side so you can snuggle up to him. When sleeping he likes facing you, arms wrapped around your middle, rubbing up and down your back with your head to his chest, his chin lightly pressing on your forehead.

When he does vocalize his feelings it’s usually an ‘I love you.’ It’s rare but he means it entirely. If you say it back immediately when he does he’ll bring you in for a tight hug for a minute or two, pulling up his mask to kiss you briefly. His love is soft, warm and intense. He may be wary about loving you because he’s afraid it’ll put a target on your back, even if you know how to take care of yourself, but he really does love you. Like i said be patient with him.

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

Johnny is more openly emotional. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve but he does actively show and say it. After missions he’s always asking you if you’re okay. Making sure you’re stocked up in ammunition. Handing you weapons he knows you prefer. Always going ahead of you first in tight spaces to act as a human shield for you. Yelling out your name when you’re in trouble, and etc.

It was like this since he got to know you after you joined the 141, eyes always following your every move, helping you out any chance he got, showing off in the worst moments getting scolded by Price and Ghost.

He’ll confess his feelings after a mission when you save him from an enemy sniper, telling him to duck as you take them out. Not as intense as Ghosts confession but he’s still in absolute awe of you, he couldn’t stay quiet about it anymore.

Really, he’s a love sick puppy, always looking at you with those grey eyes full of admiration and awe. Always close to you when he can. He enjoys any time he can get with you when on duty. Sitting right next to you while you two clean your weapons. Leaning on a wall and chatting away about anything and everything when you have time to simply relax. Sitting next to you in car rides as you two stare out the windows, feeling each others body heat from being so close.

He is touchy, but he restrains himself in front of the rest of the 141. But when a mission requires the team to separate into groups and you two aren’t in the same one he’ll always without fail run up to you and spin you around when it’s done and over with, especially if you were very heroic that mission.

He will constantly boast about you to the annoyance of everyone. Alejandro is the only one who doesn’t really mind. But he does tease Soap about how love sick he is. They definitely act like school boys around each other. Ghost is constantly annoyed by his blabbering about you though. He’s trying to sleep please shut the fuck up oh my god.

When alone together it’s rare for him not be physically touching you. His hugs are tight and playful. Ruffling your hair constantly to make you laugh. Squishing your cheeks. Picking you up and hauling you over his shoulder. Dancing in the living room to a high energy song and slow dancing when he’s feeling extra romantic.

He also melts when you praise him about anything. And turns into putty when you run your fingers through his mohawk, giving him scalp massages. He falls asleep like that on the couch often, his head on your lap as you two watch a movie or tv show.

Can’t cook for shit but he loves when you offer to teach him. It’s a reason to be close with you and he gets to learn something so it’s a win for everyone involved. It feels so domestic to him. Listening and watching you as you focus on the meal you’re preparing, telling him about every step in detail. From the cooking lessons he’s learned how to make a mean spaghetti and meatballs, and it’s one of the first you taught him since the sauce and the meatballs are from your own family recipe. It’s turned into his favorite meal and usually cooks it on date nights.

He’s talked to you about life after the military. Finding a home somewhere nice and quiet. Maybe by a lake, possibly having a farm. He does know he wants a dog. Any kind of dog will do. The topic of children is all out to you guys if you’re willing to have them or not. If no he’s okay with it just being you and a dog running around. If yes he’d want one child. Doesn’t matter what gender, he’d be delighted by anything.

He definitely writes about you in his journal by the way 100%. About how lovely you look certain days to how well you fought in hand to hand training. To moments in battle where you do something he deems as heroic. Some pages are filled with only you, others you and the rest of the squad. Sometimes it’s little notes about little details about you.

He also likes to write you those little notes on sticky notes. Sticks them in random places he knows you’ll be the one to see them. Just some cute worded messages. Nothing too detailed that’s for his journal. He knows you always save them, and when you find them he gets a quick peck on the lips from you with a big smile.

i blacked out when i typed this and these turned longer than i expected lmao

Price: I’ve had a look at your file, it seems you’ve been through quite a lot.

(Y/n): If only you knew about the stuff they couldn’t write down.

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Ghost: What the fuck happened to you?!

(Y/n), with a bruise on their cheek: I can’t tell you that.

Ghost: What? Why not?

(Y/n): Because I REALLY don’t want you to go to jail for murder.

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(Y/n): *Running from the shadow company*

Shadow Company Member in the alleyway: 🤙

(Y/n): Oh shit my bad, didn’t know you were chill like that.

That one audio on TikTok

Soap: ...Uh dudes...

Ghost: What?

Soap: They jumped..

Ghost: THEY JUMPED?!

Y/n: *flipping them off while in the air.*

Ghost would be the one to ask you to continue when you thought no one was listening to you.

sleeper; ghost/simon riley

pair. simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader

summ. you fall asleep on ghost's shoulder, he doesn't know how to react

gen. fluff, angst

tw. mentions cod typical violence themes and topics, sleep deprivation, trust issues

wc. 1k

note. recovering from top surgery and this man has infected my brain i love him <3

- it had been a long mission. a 78-hour mission to be exact. all 78 hours stuck in a sniper's nest all for one target. but that's a part of your job and at least you had ghost to take shifts with and soap watching your and ghost's six. plus ghost and soap's banter had kept you quite awake and entertained.

- though there were those long moments where you all had to keep quiet and hold your breath. those moments that lasted for hours where you just had to stare through your scope in hopes your target would pop his head out. those moments where you were ready to just jump from the roof.

- but there were also your little breaks with ghost where you two momentarily stepped down the stairs to stretch out before switching places. ghost and you would share a look or two and sometimes soap would chime in over comms usually teasing one or both of you. you'd both roll your eyes before taking your places again.

- there was also ghost's terrible sense of humor and soap's incomprehensible accent. but through it all, you made it. and maybe those things are endearing about them. just a little bit.

- basically, it was a long mission. and you were extremely tired. so was soap who was already passed out sitting across from you on the plane and you knew ghost had to be though he didn't show it. he never did.

- you'd seen him sleep before on those week and month or more long missions. but it was almost rare. he always seemed to be the last to fall asleep, like he had to be. but you had seen him sleep. it wasn't exactly anything special, he looked like any of the other guys sleeping but it was nice to see him get some rest.

- you, too, had that habit of needing to be the last asleep. at least usually. you could go without sleep far longer than most of the squad. and that habit is what gave you the rare view of a sleeping ghost. again, it wasn't exactly anything special but it was a nice sight. it helped you sleep, too, knowing that he could. you trust his instincts and if he felt safe so could you.

- but back to the present. soap snores from the other side as you slowly blink, trying to keep awake just till you get back, you think. but it's not working. not at all. the hum of the plane mixed with your lack of sleep in the past three days, the presence of two of your closest and most trusted friends, and the mind-numbing boredom taking over hit you like a train.

- you kept blinking, trying to keep yourself awake but you couldn't fight it anymore. you gave in to sleep, closing your burning and dry eyes, immediate relief flooding your body. soon after that, your body slumps a little, leaning onto ghost.

- as soon as your head touches his shoulder, he looks over at you. he's not expecting you to be passed out on his shoulder and he's actually at a bit of a loss. he doesn't want to wake you, you deserve the rest but he isn't the greatest at dealing with social interaction. especially an interaction where someone is so close to him (and he's not stabbing them with a knife or gunning them down).

- at first, he tries to ignore it sort of, just sit there and let you rest without acknowledgment and keeping his eyes forward and on soap who somehow is just peacefully snoring away. then again he thinks it's better this way, soap would just tease him or say something stupid (which really aren't that different from each other).

- then, seeing as the only other person around beside you and him is asleep, he looks at you for a little while. ghost thinks it's nice to see you sleep. he knew you were just like him, able to go forever without sleep, and yet in this moment you were slumped against him. he knew you had seen him sleeping before. he knew that some nights, long nights where he could hear you unable to stop moving around or just audibly unable to sleep that you'd watch him, the rise and fall of his chest, and after a little while you, too, could finally fall asleep. he wondered why. he hadn't noticed you do the same with anyone else. so why him?

- he knew probably too much but he couldn't answer his own questions. he didn't feel like he could ask you for some reason. like leaving it unanswered was better. for the both of you. more for himself. it was difficult being close to people. he wouldn't want to get too close too fast though now that he thought about it, he hasn't thought the same about soap or anyone else on the squad really—just you. for some reason.

- ghost looks back over to soap who is still asleep, thank heavens, and then back at you again. he turns away before the pilot can announce that you'll all be back in three hours.

- ghost sighs and turns to you yet again before accepting his fate. this shouldn't be so bad. you're just sleeping on his shoulder.

- you trust him enough to sleep on his shoulder.

- that hits ghost like a ton of bricks. he trusts you too of course but- he's gotta let it sink in and he does, pondering in silence as his two partners sleep soundly.

- he won't go to sleep himself. he never can that easily but for another reason too. to protect you and johnny. make sure the plane lands where it's supposed to, you get where you're supposed to, and no possible stowaways could surprise any of you.

- so, he gets a little more comfortable -just a bit- as much as he can with you on him and settles in for the plane ride. he is still on alert -as he almost always is- but he smiles beneath that mask of his as you seem to scoot just a little closer. he can't help it. and it's not like anyone else would see it.