Simon "Ghost" Riley X Hacker! Reader [Mood Board]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Hacker! Reader [Mood board]

I'm too tired to write this as I got asks to do in my inbox. But here's a moodboard I made for fun.

Feel free to use this as inspo for a fic. All I ask is you to tag me. That's all.

Also I like the blue, black green aesthetic to this with hints of white, it's nice.

I forgot to mention one part because I accidentally deleted it.

You don't drink often, you kept your distance but when you get really drunk, you have a tendency to wonder off.

Simon has to run after you and keep you close but it's rare. Most of the time your a sad, sappy drunk. You literally cry how much you love him and sing sad banda songs. ( I'm talking jenni Rivera and Selena )

In which Simon promptly taps out and carries you home. And tuck you in.

He makes fun of you lovingly the next day much to your distress because of a hangover.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mexican! Fem-Reader

A/N: Self indulgence at its finest.

Reader is first gen (USA), parents are old fashion folks. Also Simon's backstory.

TW// mentioned of abuse, sexism and death.

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You were the newbie in the team, it was hard warming up to team. Luckily most were very welcoming, however a certain skull masked individual prefered to keep his distance. He reminded you of the "Catrin."

It was kinda lonesome in the beginning as you didn't know them well, not to mention you kinda kept to yourself. During times like this, Ghost slowly started to warm up to you and start conversations. Once he fully trusted you, which took a very long time.

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Once you two started your relationship which each other. You started to open up more, be that your culture or simply being more talkative now that you're finally assured.

But first let's get the work part out.

Anything revolving translating, or communicating with Spanish or Spanish speakers was your call. Since the other boys accents were too rough to speak it naturally it was your job to do.

The boys found out quickly that when you're stressed out or extremely tired, you speak Spanish. Ghost found out, when he asked you something and you just replied back in Spanish without a thought and fell back asleep in your cot. He stood there confused.

Also when your pissed, which isn't often you start fumbling your words. And when your truly pissed off, you start cussing out in Spanish. Let's just say none of the boys were prepared for that.

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Now for the fun stuff, introducing the boys specifically Ghost to your culture.

The first thing you introduced to them was actually games.

Specifically "Loteria", Ghost was having such a hard time saying the cards names. Soap would get frustrated and looked over his shoulder and take the card out his hand and say it. You just liked watching the chaos it brought out between them. From being frustrated from the names or being too competitive.

Then you brought out toys you used to play with, like clackers. Trompos and boleros as examples.

"I warn you, it's kinda loud and if you messed up it hurts. " You mentioned to the boys. "My mom can do this so it shouldn't be too hard." You gave them a quick demonstration.

Gaz looked at it, " are you sure this is safe? "

"Eh, maybe?" You shrugged.

Soap was the first one to try it and immediately hit his face because he went too hard.

"GAH, FUCK'EN HELL."

Ghost laughed at it, as he was messing around with those poppers you get from swap meets.

Price had those plastic cheap ass phones that played that random song with butterflies.

You giggled watching these grown men enjoying these toys you used to played with.

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The struggles of being you.

Even though you loved your culture and accepted who you are as a person. That doesn't mean there's not any faults within it either likey any other culture.

You struggled alot in the beginning of you and Ghost relationship, not because of him refusing to open up. Actually you were fine that he didn't show his face or him telling you his backstory. He will tell you when the time is right and when he feels comfortable. No, your issue is... you didn't know whether to tell him yours.

You loved him, but you worried about things that's cultural norm for you but to him it could be awful or even triggering.

Like you had to have to worry about machismo and sexism. You struggled alot growing up first gen in the US. You, yourself was confused of your own identity crying that you wished you were white to be pretty like them or to be accepted. You learned to cook later in life because you didn't want to become an other housewife to some alcoholic man like your mother in an act of rebellion.

And you knew your parents suffered alot, for you to grow up in US. Yeah, you know they neglected you but they still provide so much. And it's not fault either, as much you tell yourself.

You just wanted to make them proud.

Eventually you open this part of yourself to Ghost and he accepted it. He didn't rush you to say everything but he was willing to be there for you. And that's all that matters.

All you could do was cry "thank you's" into his shoulders.

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Now to the domestic side of things.

When you started to live together it was certainly an adjustment to what Ghost was used to. It was a little awkward at first but he soon adjusted to it.

First things first, he can't sleep without you near him. You ease his mind and comfort him both at home and in missions.

Especially during nights where his night terrors we're really bad. You'll play soft melodies you knew for him to calm down.

You also taught him how to dance bachata for fun, he was kinda flustered at it.

He adores your cooking, haft the time he doesn't even know what the hell he's eating. And any leftovers are given to the crew since you make so much.

Speaking of cooking, ingredients depending where you live are hard to come by. ( Depending if in US or UK) so sometimes you can't make certain foods.

Also Ghost is so dramatic over chilis specifically cooking chili's on the stove, because he is not used to it at all. He has to step outside. Especially if he's wearing his mask. You have no issues with it though lol.

One of the first ever gifts you gave Ghost was those tiger blankets he was surprised how comfortable it was for the cold. He uses it all time now, unless it's summer.

You also got Ghost into those shitty soap operas, once an awhile he'll join in them. You did tell him ones he can watch and some that he can't. *Cough" la Rosa de Guadalupe. *cough*

He also gets mad when you watch an episode without him.

But your favorite is when they involve the military or police. He critiques it hard. Making fun at how idiotic it is.

"It was unnecessary to use that in that situation it makes no fuckin sense." Simon says, arms crossed sitting on the couch. You perked up to look over the TV as you were in the kitchen making lunch.

"well maybe they used it so she can survive? After all they need her so they can find out what happened. " He scoffs at the response.

"What they did, should have killed them because the blast radius. That's bullshit. "

You shrugged, " I don't know...plot I guess?"

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But there was one memory that'll you hold close to your heart.

It was related to "dia de los muetos."

You celebrate it but the days were coming close to the celebrations. By this time, you knew of Simon's past. It was a heart breaking one, that's for certain, so you asked him.

You gently knocked on the door and let yourself in, "Simon, can I ask you something. If that's alright with you. " He looked up from what he's doing.

"What is it?"

You explained your intentions. "Is that alright with you? Im asking Incase it bothered you. " He agreed but he was silent about it, you leaned on the door frame. " Your more then welcome to add to it, your my family too."

And with that, you left the room.

You set up the alter near the living room, with your grandparents and old pets on it. You gave Simon the option if he wanted to join.

And he did, you can tell he's trembling and your hand gently reaches his and you help him place the photos. And the little trinkets and things on top. You took it slow with him, it was obviously emotional for him. But it felt like he can finally process it. It still hurts, that will never go away.

But the fact, you lend your hand out and accept all of him even the part of him hes burden with including their death.

It was therapeutic, he kinda just sat down in front of the altar and cried.

You put your arm around him reassuringly and just let him breathe.

And for that, he was forever grateful for you.

A/n: hope you guys liked this! It was a alot lol. I kinda teared up at the day of dead part. Shit makes me emotional. But overall I really enjoyed this. It's not my best work but I hoped I did it justice.

Also for bachata, I imagine the song is "Eres Mia" by Romeo Santos lol.

I know ghost is straightforward, serious, and stuff but sometimes I just wanna pinch his cheeks boop his nose and just hug him

he's so bbygirl

you’re so real for that, anon.

idk why but this prompted me to think about

“why does reader call you baby girl?”

“how about we stop talking for a little while.”

and then i just had to make this

A Little Injury

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get shot at during a mission but after seeing Soap getting injured too you decide to keep yours a secret. Until your lieutenant catches on.

Warning: Guns, violence, serious-ish injury, reader shoots someone, blood, you're in a ton of pain, swearing, crying?, reader gets shot, yelling/shouting, Ghost is a bit of a jerk but not really because he basically patches you up in the end <3

A/N: I'm so sorry if I messed anything up plot-wise mainly because I'm not too familiar with MW2 and how the military work. I only know some parts...

(I'm sorry that you don't have a cool nickname to go by, I was struggling on a name anyway)

"Motherfucker!" You yell, quickly grabbing your gun again before you pulled the trigger, (attempting) shooting the guy in front of you. Ten bullets drop at your feet as you continue to unload at the man in front of you. Stopping suddenly as your arms tremble, you reload and shoot the guy again, just to be sure. The adrenaline wears off quickly as you drop your gun in agony, groaning and gripping your leg in pain as you tried to breathe in and out slowly.

Looking up your eyes scanned the now-dead man in front of you, his body slouched over on the wall with his gun in his lap. His hand was unresponsive and lifeless, you could barely see through your squinting how you just barely missed his heart. Your mind was racing the second he shot you and you had no time to perfect it.

A loud screech came through the walkie-talkie you had strapped to your chest armour, your ears ringed and your vision blurred as you mentally cursed yourself. "Y/N come in!" You recognised John's booming and aggressive voice, "Y/N Do you copy-" "Yes, yes I copy." A relieved sigh could be heard from the other side, "Status?" You looked around you, your eyes inspected and examined the room ignoring the voice in the back of your head to state your injury.

"I'm alright, do you need me?" Gunshots could be heard from outside the building, and streets were littered with violence and war. "Soap is down, injured badly we need everyone grouped up now!" Before you could reply John left, a static screeching out from the walkie-talkie just as you let your finger go of the button. But you pulled through, giving yourself a pep talk before grabbing your gun. Aiming it before leaving, your leg getting worse with every step.

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Limping around the corner you were met with your task force, John, Gaz, Soap and Ghost, their heads all turning to look at you. Soap was in the backseat of one of the military cars, bandages wrapped around his arm as he smirked at you. "Took your bloody time." Ghost mumbled roughly behind his mask, watching as you laugh before opening one of the doors. "Yeah yeah"

Getting in the backseat you were squished against the window, Soap leaning on the other side while Ghost sat in the middle. John and Gaz swearing about what you guessed to be themselves or arguing over another safehouse to stay for the night. Looking out the window you tried your hardest to focus on the horrible environment rather than your arching leg, the sounds of echoing shouting only died down once you got further away.

"Fuckin' battlefield out there" Soap spat, your head turning towards him, "How'd you get injured anyway? Tripped over?" Your teasing tone only made Soap feel better, his ruff chuckling made you smile as he pointed over to Ghost sitting in between you both. "Asshole doesn't know when to move." Ghost eyed him, giving him that jokingly shit-eating look before he continued, "Always in my damn' way." Your eyes drifted between the two of them, the thick tension could be felt between the three of you.

The agony of your leg coming back to ruin the moment, you huffed in frustration as you tried to catch a quick (Sneaky) glance down at your leg. Your heavy cargo pants felt wet when your fingers glided along the fabric. Looking at your fingers more you could spot your blood sliding down them before quickly wiping it away. Unknlowly catching the attention of Ghost.

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"Fuck I need to take a piss," Gaz said before disappearing into the bathroom. After what seemed like hours of torture from riding in the car ignoring your leg you guys came to a stop at a dingy motel. A more suspicious owner who glared at all of you when you tried to reason with him to get a room. Only the room was not clean and had a weird vibe, looking around you spotted a small TV sitting on a stand with 2 bunkbeds facing the opposite side.

Soap seemed to already claim the bottom bed with his blood and clothes as he tried to quickly discard them to unravel his bandages. You instead took the opportunity of claiming yourself on the top bunk - even though you did want the bottom - you took your time to slowly get up the ladder, hissing under your breath when you put too much weight on your other foot.

You stare at the ceiling, the beige colour was all you could think about as you drowned out everything around you. Your mind raced with thoughts, "Am I going to die?" "It hurts so much" "No one wants to patch you up" "No one cares" The thoughts were the only thing polluting you, they screamed and shouted at you as you tugged yourself to sleep. Telling yourself it'll heal in the morning and no one will know a thing.

The noises of the TV blurred in the background, the sounds of laughing and talking could be heard from below you but you paid no attention. Slowly and painfully drifting to sleep.

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You sniffled, shutting the door quietly behind you as if the guys would hear you through the loud TV playing an advertisement that no one was paying attention to. Turning on the light a quiet humming filled the bathroom, the uncomfortable, plain beige wallpaper followed into the bathroom as the white tiles fell hard against your boots.

Gripping onto the cold and slippery sink you had no intention of using the bathroom only the thought of weeping silently to yourself. You could have taken some of Soap's bandages or alcohol-free wipes but your mind was only focused on getting to the bathroom you didn't have time to think.

A loud knock shook you out of your struggling state, you nervously looked towards the door before preparing yourself to act normal. "Yes?" You questioned, your happy and normal voice didn't get past Ghost as he replied. "Open up." His British accent was demanding and serious as he waited for you to open up, "Go back to bed, Ghost-" "Open this fuckin' door. Y/N." He interrupted you this time more demanding than before as he knocked more forcefully.

You opened the door after what seemed like forever to him, you were met with his usual mask and muscular body. His eyes scanned you from top to bottom, raking over your puffy eyes and left leg that was lifted off the ground. He pushed his way into the room, closing the door behind him with his foot as he signalled you to sit on the sink. You watched as he dropped the first-aid kit next to you, scavenging through it before he pulled out some cotton swobs and some alcohol-free wipes.

His eyes were met with yours as he stared deeply at you, he didn't say anything but he didn't need to. His pupils told a thousand words, like how wanted to ask you if it was okay to touch your leg, his hand hovering over your injury waiting for you to answer. And when you did he slowly pushed your cargo pants higher up your leg, giving him full access to your bare leg and bloody injury.

"Why didn't ya' tell me." He cursed at you, his fingers gently patting the cotton swab on your leg, soaking up and cleaning all the dripping and dried blood away from your leg. But you only shrugged your shoulders in response, "I can take care of myself" Your low, soft voice replied sounding determined but failed to get through Ghost as he stood between your legs.

"Clearly not." His husky voice only made you feel guilty, the long painful sensation felt sweet against his touch. "You not only failed me but the rest of the team" His stern and disappointed voice affected you, not only did you blame yourself before but now it only felt worse. "I'm-" You hissed feeling the throbbing and piercing sting of what could only be described as hell but instead it was Ghost trying his best to slowly and softly wipe the alcohol-free wipe across your injury.

"I'm sorry..." You huffed out, your gentle and drowsy voice pleaded and sounded genuine to Ghost. He hummed in reply, his clothed fingers dancing and massaging your leg, sometimes you swore he could squeeze or go higher up your thigh. His low and husky breath could be heard through the low humming of the bright bathroom light, leaning against the mirror you felt relaxed now that there was no pain.

"Don't try that shit again, you hear me?" Ghost wrapped your leg up and let go of your leg now he only stood between your man-spread legs. Arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you, "I'd hate to see you hurt again." His dreadfully quiet tone was possessive and penetrating, you swore he grinned once you smiled in return.

Hi! I hope you’re well!

I had an idea of Ghost x reader where reader gets hurt (and almost dies) during a mission? xx

Tags: Hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of injuries/wounds/gore,

The sniper hidden in the grass is a faster shot than anyone expected. Their first round rings out like a warning but it definitely doesn’t miss its mark. The bullet sinks into your abdomen, right under where your gear slopes and ends. It feels like bee sting for a split second, then like a red hot fire poker going straight through your torso, and the next thing you know you’re on the ground with a horribly familiar taste of iron in your mouth. It sounds like you’re under water with all the blood rushing to your brain.

“Bones!” Someone barks.

“Medic down!” Another snaps.

There’s crunching on the grass, someone kneeling next to you hurriedly, and then hands are on you, pulling you up into a sitting position. This causes a wave of nausea as the pain floods your system.

“Look at me, Sweetheart,” Ghost whispers down at you. He cups your jaw and moves your head and you stare up at him, startling you with the emotion in his eyes. “There ya go...”

“Simon,” you gurgle. “Where’d I get hit? Sh… show me. I need to- to know.”

He takes your shaking hand in his and guides you to the wound. Your eyes goes wide for a second as you think. “Oh,” you croak. “That’s not… that’s not good. Oh, shit. Jesus- Jesus Christ, that’s not good.”

“Bones?” Ghost’s voice cracks as he clamps his hand down over the wound; he raises his head and looks all around at the group. “Don’t just stand there! Fuckin’ help me!” You sit in his lap, useless from shock, staring out into the distance as Simon bows over you. “You stay awake, you hear me? You stay awake! I’m not gonna let you die, not you-“

With the last ounce of strength you can muster, vision swirling into a deep blackness that makes you dizzy, you lay your hand over Ghost’s. You want to say something, you do, but words don’t make sense at the moment and your mouth won’t move. Nothing of value would come out anyway, even if you did manage to say something. At least not in this moment, not with Ghost sobbing above you as your consciousness slips coldly, calmly away from you.

Something stings. Badly. Scowling, you wrench out a fist and crack your knuckles against something solid. A loud noise of pained surprise leaves your target, giving you a sense of pride, until you finally manage to open your eyes and realize that it’s a nurse. A nurse with a nasty expression as she holds her bleeding nose.

“Sorry,” you force out; your voice sounds foreign, all rough and raspy and quiet. “Thought I was dead… Scared me.”

“I’ll be right back,” she spits. Rolling her eyes, she stomps out of the room. You watch her for a moment, eyes still blurred and groggy, before you scan around the room. In the corner, you spot a familiar shape. Ghost. He’s staring at you, maskless, with eyes wider than dinner plates.

A small smile graces your face as you wiggle your fingers at him. “Hey, big guy.”

There’s a tremor in his motions as he stands up slowly from the chair. he moves towards you like you’re an injured animal (which, is kind of true) and you’re a step away from bolting away from him. Gently, he takes your hand in his and leans into you- you appreciate the scruff that’s growing on his handsome face.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers.

“You didn’t,” you hum, craning up to kiss his jaw. He melts into you, practically purring, and lets his eyes close.

“I almost did. You had me worried, love… I-“ He pauses to look at you with his eyes so watchful and so full of so many emotions. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I’ll try not to,” you snort a laugh, which aches your wound.

“Good.” He leans his forehead against yours and-

“He probably smells like shite,” Soap’s voice breaks the comfortable silence, which has Ghost snapping up to glare at him; the Scottish man just smirks and leans against the door frame. “Hasn’t left your side since. Not even to shower.”

“I don’t mind,” you laugh lightly, burying your nose in GHost’s shoulder. “I like the way he smells.”

Soap makes a face, like he’s smelled something sour. “What a lucky man you are, LT.”

“Don’t I know it,” Ghost hums, eyes not leaving yours as he slides his thumb soothingly over your knuckles.

Y/N watches as Ghost takes down an enemy with his signature knives whimpers: Aye dios mio.

Soap confused: Why did you join the team if you can’t handle a bit of blood?

Alejandro looks at Soap with a look: Aye hermano that’s not why they said that.

Y/N looks at Alejandro with a menacing look: Callate cabron or you’ll be the one with the knife in your neck.

Alejandro laughs: I have no doubt about but [Gets close to Y/N and whispers in their ear] But you should be careful of how you carry your little secret.

Y/N blushes looks at Alejandro: You-

Ghost interrupts on the comms: Alejandro will you stop distracting my crew and focus them back on the objective?

Alejandro looks at Y/N as he responds to Ghost on the comms: Affirmative carnal.