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One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

Just blocked another blog that wrote headcanons for "TF141 + König".

They listed Ghost first, König second, ... and Gaz dead last.

If you want to write König & Ghost HCs only, that's fine, but please don't do it like this. If you love König then write for König. Don't pretend what you're doing in this case isn't still Gaz erasure.

List König LAST if you're genuinely writing for "TF141 + König".

Your racism is showing.

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this is the exact body i picture when i think of simon riley

the little tummy too 😩

one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.

Acima das Ruínas | Cinco​

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

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In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

Four - Six

In the morning, the sun rose with its warm light, painting the day with a pleasant atmosphere, although they couldn't escape the tension surrounding them.

Upon waking up, I noticed Ghost was absent from the bed. I went downstairs and found him and Soap engrossed in a conversation while examining a map.

"Good morning! Any news?" I spoke, trying to maintain optimism.

"We have an idea of where Price is and where the safe haven might be located," Soap said seriously.

"Really?" My curiosity was piqued.

"Yes. They call it Aurora Peak, where there's a military base," explained Soap.

"It seems like the safest place for them," I commented, assessing the information.

"And what about the distance?" I asked.

"It's a bit far… About an 8-hour drive. On foot? Well, only God knows," Ghost admitted.

"It looks like we have a long journey ahead," I murmured, already feeling exhausted just thinking about it.

"And we're not even sure if Price is there. We could risk going further from our true destination," Ghost expressed his concern.

"You're right… The most sensible thing would be to try to contact Price," Soap agreed, closing the map. "Well, I'm hungry."

"I am too," I said, realizing my stomach was complaining.

"I'll try to set up an improvised stove. Soap has some canned soups," Ghost grabbed old pots and grills, and the result was surprising. The food was warm and felt like a complete feast given the circumstances.

✧˖°₊

We decided to turn the house into our shelter for the time being. It was risky to go out without being sure the safe haven was there.

We did our best to secure the house, boarding up windows and reinforcing the keyless doors.

After having a meal that resembled breakfast, we realized we were running out of canned food for the coming days.

"We need to get more," Soap said, looking at the four canned soups we had left.

"We could go now since we have nothing else to do."

"I and Soap will…"

"What? Why?" I was surprised.

"It's not necessary for everyone to go."

"Everyone? There are only three of us. There's no reason for just the two of you to go."

"Why do you want to go? Stay here and rest."

"I don't want to rest, Ghost."

"Well, do whatever you want then."

"I'm going with you."

"No, you're not!" Ghost started to get annoyed.

"Yes, I am!" I approached him, shouting.

"You're not going, and that's final," he said with the same intensity.

"Why not?" I shouted.

"Because I don't want to lose you," he shouted. "Do you know what I felt when I saw that zombie on top of you? I thought he had hurt you, that I would have to kill you because he bit you…"

"Ghost…" I said more softly.

"Please listen to me. I'm begging you. Stay here…" he calmed down a bit.

"I… I understand. I worry about you too."

"I know, but I'm stronger than you, and I can take better care of myself. I'm not saying you're weak, quite the opposite. But I worry a lot about you, [name]."

"Ghost… I just want to help."

"I know, but I can't help but worry. I'm afraid a zombie could get you again. I'll feel more at ease if you stay here…"

"Alright, but just this time. You need to trust me."

"I do trust you. I just don't trust those disgusting Freaks."

"I'll stay here then."

"Thank you!" Then he hugged me.

✧˖°₊

Ghost

"She's got you wrapped around her finger, Lieutenant."

"Shut up, Soap."

We were heading toward a market that Soap had found before we met.

"So, how did you two meet?" Soap asked.

"I found her in the woods."

"You really like her…" Soap said.

"I just… worry. I can't help it."

"Well, don't try to, but you need to give her a chance. I bet you taught her some moves. She'll know how to fend for herself."

"I did teach her, and she's good, but before we fought, and I told her to leave, a zombie attacked her. That's how the communication radio got destroyed. I got mad, and when I realized she had really left, I went crazy…"

"The good thing is she found me."

"That worries me too. What if it wasn't you? After I started worrying about her, I realized I can't just worry about zombies, but also about another survivor… you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I get it. You're right, but still."

"There are a lot of zombies here. I doubt there are many survivors. She'll be safer at home."

"You know what? She won't accept that every time, right?"

"I know. I need to learn to control myself, but… the fear I feel just thinking about losing her is too much."

"Look at that, Ghost in love. I can die in peace now," Soap teased, laughing.

✧˖°₊

[name]

After Ghost and Soap left, I practiced my aim. I wanted to get stronger so that he wouldn't worry as much. I believe he has some trauma about this, but I'm not sure. I read once that soldiers acquire many traumas throughout their careers.

I also went upstairs and checked. Miraculously, the shower still had water. It wasn't hot, but it was enough to get clean.

After a few hours, I heard knocking on the door. I approached it slowly with my knife ready to attack, if necessary.

"[name]? Are you okay?" I heard Ghost's voice, filled with concern.

"I'm fine," I said, smiling as I opened the door. "I was afraid it wasn't you."

"We brought plenty of food. We won't need to go out for a while," Ghost came in and put his arm around my shoulders as he led me back to the living room.

"There were many of them there?"

"Many. I doubt there are many survivors here," Soap said.

"I brought some clothes for you and things you might need," he handed me a black bag.

"Thank you, Ghost. While you were gone, I checked upstairs, and the shower still works."

"This house must have its own well. I'll check if the water is clean," Soap said, heading outside.

"You take a shower first," Ghost suggested.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am. If we're lucky, we might even get a full shower. I brought soap and stuff for you to wash your hair…" he rummaged in the bag, showing me. "I also brought sanitary pads and other things you might need."

"Thank you, Ghost. Now that you mentioned sanitary pads, I realized it hasn't been that time of the month for months…"

"It could be due to malnutrition. Now that you're getting healthy again, it should return to normal."

"Yeah, you're right."

I put everything back in the bag.

"All set! The water is safe, and it won't run out anytime soon. This family definitely had money," Soap said excitedly.

"Thank you, Soap. I'll go first, okay?"

"Of course, miss. Go ahead!"

So I went upstairs and had the best shower I could imagine. I washed my hair and every inch of my body. I let the cold water envelop me, closed my eyes, and pretended that everything was fine. Our world was still the same. There were no undead in the streets.

Coming back to reality, I started to dry myself and looked at the clothes Ghost had brought. There were shorts, shirts, and a thicker jacket. There were also jeans and a hoodie, which was wrapped with… panties. I felt my cheeks warm up as I realized he had thought to bring panties for me.

I can't deny that it will be useful. I don't want to get an infection.

I put on some warm clothes and went to the room where Ghost and I slept because it was late in the afternoon. I put my things in the wardrobe and went downstairs.

"That was the best shower of my life…"

"We're at Alcântara Base…"

Ouvi uma voz vinda do rádio de comunicação que Soap havia trazido consigo, junto com os dois homens que pareciam crianças que tinham acabado de receber o melhor presente de suas vidas…

Fanfiction is becoming people’s primary form of entertainment right now because most media right now is so cheap, bland, recycled, and sponsored by people who love money more than the source material. Fanfiction is written for free by people who genuinely love what they’re writing about. That’s why it’s better. That’s why it’s more satisfying. Fanfiction is a home-cooked meal made for yourself and for your friends. Media today is junky fast food spoiled by too much grease and the knowledge that the people producing it are being criminally mistreated and underpaid. 

bleeding blue | apocalypse au

part eleven —other parts

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader words: 2.6k tags: death. blood. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn't here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival. a/n: here ya go

A dry mouth and a symphony of aches awaken you.

Ambery light spills through the cracks of the hunting cabin, catching the silvery glint of dust particles in the air. It must be morning or possibly even noon based on how rested you feel. As your eyes peel open, you can see everything better than last night. The cramped space is mostly barren. There are some rusted animal traps in the corner and a faded poster with dancing bears and cheesy lettering: NATURE BE OUT HERE WILDIN'. Blue's head lays upon your shoulder. Gently, you maneuver it off, but her lashes flutter open despite your efforts. 

"Twix?"

"Hey," you whisper. "Everything's okay. You can go back to sleep."

"Can you... get me some water?"

Ghost's backpack is likely off-limits, but you go through it, anyway. Beneath cigarettes and tools you don't even know the name of, you retrieve the canister of water and usher it to her lips. She sips weakly. The blanket covering her falls to her waist, revealing a bare, bandaged leg. Ghost must've taken off her blood and urine-stained jeans. You tuck the insulated blanket back over her and touch her forehead, relieved to feel the skin is cool.

"How are you feeling?" 

She lays back down, wincing. "It hurts. And... and I'm tired."

"That's normal. Your body is working hard to heal. Do you need anything else?"

There is the smallest shake of her head before her slack eyelids lower back down.

Ghost is leaning against the side of the cabin when you slip outside. He must have a tolerance for the cold to have stayed out here all night without his jacket. Only a black thermal hugs his chest, a dried stain at the side where you nursed his wound. His stare instantly finds you, alert yet ringed with faint lines of fatigue.

"She's doing good," you announce quietly. "Still sleeping and no fever. Did you see anything out here?"

Ghost clears his throat before speaking, voice rougher than usual from the hours of disuse. "No." His eyes flicker down to your legs. The jacket, although leagues warmer than your own, falls above your knees, leaving them shuddering against a crisp gust of air.

“Should be dry now," he says, motioning to a nearby tree where your clothes are draped over a branch. He must've put them there because you have no memory of doing so.

"Oh. Thanks."

Begrudgingly, you change behind the cabin, your muscles and joints groaning. Despite the dip in the river, your clothes still bare faint stains of blood and whatever fluid came out of that dead Grey. They don't offer the same physical comfort that his heavy loaner did. You can't say you don't miss it when you hand it back. 

"You should sleep, too."

He shucks it on, eyes glued to the distance. "I'm fine."

“You think there’s more of them, don’t you?”

He takes a moment before answering. "I took out five, then there's the two that attacked you. Big group. They would've left one or two behind to watch their camp."

It's true, and the thought grazes your teeth against the inside of your cheek. Either they will realize something happened to their companions and go looking for you, or they will be wary of the threat and keep to their turf. You aren't too concerned with Ghost here, but if they’re stocked on military-grade gear like he said, then it's better not to let your guard down.

"Look, you won't be able to keep her safe if you pass out from exhaustion. I can stay out here."

Finally, he exhales deeply, his chest moving beneath all the gear. "Wake me up if you see anything."

"I will."

You watch him go before a sudden realization hits you.

"Ghost, wait—"

He halts, eyebrows raising in question. 

"My bow... I think I lost it. In the river."

There is a long pause of thought before he reaches for the handgun at his waist, offering it to you with a firm look.

"Just for now, in case there's anything."

Keeping watch is far from enjoyable. Every little movement makes your fingers curl tighter around the gun. You keep your gaze up and alert while making a small fire to purify some water from the river, drinking until your stomach feels tight. Then, you settle on a tree stump by the cabin and take out the single dried squirrel you brought. But when you bite in, a strange taste floods your mouth. Blood. Cartilage. Human flesh. You spit it out, your stomach expelling more watery vomit. 

"For later, then," you whisper, wiping your mouth.

The plan was never to stay here for more than a night, but with Blue's recovery, you'll have to find more food. It could be three or four days before she’s ready for the long trip back. You ponder how you can make do without the bow, and figure you can use those animal traps. There's also a bush by the cabin that, if Paul's teachings did you any good, appears to be unripened salmonberries.

Hours drone by, each one more tedious than the last. The scent of moisture in the air begins to grow stronger. It's not until dark, swollen clouds roll in from the north that Ghost reemerges from the cabin.

"I didn't see anything, but I think it's going to storm." You gesture to the sky.

The abrupt arrival of sharp lightning and pillaging rain brings both of you back within the shelter. The storm clouds quickly swallow all the light, which leads Ghost to start another fire with the dry wood he has left. You find a few candles dressed in cobwebs and ignite them with your newfound lighter. It's not long before Blue wakes up, likely unable to sleep with all the sounds and the steady leak of water that begins to drip from the ramshackle ceiling. 

Ghost may have brought a lot with him, but he doesn't have anything to patch up a leak, which leads to a small puddle taking up space and pushing the three of you uncomfortably closer. Of course, Blue is the only one lying down. You tuck your knees under your chin while Ghost bends his long legs into a crossed position. He's wide enough that his knee and shoulder brush against you no matter how much you try to inch into the corner.

Though, you secretly can't complain. There seems to be an everlasting heat that radiates off him, even here, as the fire struggles to sustain itself and the rain thrums incessantly. 

He shifts around to fish something out of his backpack. Crackers. 

"Here, kid."

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat something."

He has to practically force little bites into her mouth, cradling her head up with his gloved hand. The sight makes your stomach howl, but you refrain from eating the squirrel in case you throw up again. You don't suspect either of them would appreciate that.

Blue goes back to staring dully at the wall after she eats, and Ghost continually peeks out a crack in the boarded-up window. The whole thing is quite miserable, even though, at the very least, you are all alive. The look in her eyes reminds you of how Joseph would get sometimes, and you hate it. 

At some point, you take out the book you found.

"Hey, Blue. I... I found this. Want me to read it to you?"

Her gaze shifts to you. "Oh. What's it called?"

"Um." You glance at the cover, cringing when a male model and corny title stare back at you. That's right. It was the only book in the store for a reason. "Well, maybe not. It doesn't look very good."

"You could tell me a story," she suggests in a murmur. "Ghost isn't any good at that."

You glance at him. He must be listening, but he pretends not to. Rather, he fiddles with the magazine of his rifle: taking it out, counting what's there, putting it back in. 

Under the roar of thunder, you murmur a story to her. That one your mother used to tell you. Then, you move on to memories. The happiest ones you can recall, mostly about your sister. You tell her about the time your parents surprised the two of you with a hampster, and how you argued over who got to name it, only deciding after a fierce battle of rock-paper-scissors in which you won. 

"So what did you name him?"

"Frank."

"Frank," she repeats. A weak smile. "That's a terrible name."

The storm ebbs on for another day. You and Ghost set up a silent routine of taking turns to sleep, though with how he leans against the wall and clutches the rifle with his eyes closed, you wonder if he is even really sleeping. Blue is only awake to eat, drink, and listen to a few stories. You steal peeks at her wound when he redresses it, pleased to see no evidence of infection. 

You finally bring yourself to eat, taking small bites and forcing it down. The pain in your limbs starts to fade, and the cuts on your face and hands are already scabbed over. When the rain clears, you set up the traps. Paul used to have ones like these. It's not long before you've got yourself another squirrel to eat. The salmonberries are terribly sour, but you wolf down a bush's worth.

Two days. You've been here for two days, and no one has snuck in an attack. There hasn't been a trace of rot in the air. You should feel relieved, but something in the way Ghost behaves makes you wary. He keeps looking through his backpack, fiddling with his guns. Perhaps over the past month, you've grown so used to his mood only shifting between hostile and indifferent, that it's easier to pick up on the signs of his unease. 

Before you can decide to question him what's wrong, he confronts you.

"Twix. We need to talk."

He's caught you with berry remnants around your mouth as you sit on the tree stump and finish your meal. You swipe your tongue across your lips, staring up at him. It's sort of awkward, craning your neck as he towers above you.

"What is it?"

"I need to leave."

You inhale sharply. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he takes the rifle off his shoulder, "I've got five bullets for this one. And," he juts a finger to the handgun, "One magazine for this one."

Understanding sinks to the pit of your stomach. He's running low. Of course. Between the people and all the Greys, he must have used up a lot.

"That's not enough to get us back?" You know nothing about guns.

"If we run into all those fucks like before, then no. I don't feel comfortable with this much."

"So what are you going to do? Go loot their bodies?"

"I already did that," he almost growls, frustrated. "This is what I've got including what they had on 'em."

"Their camp, then. You want to go find it?" When he nods, you glance behind you at the cabin where Blue rests inside. "No. No— I don't like this idea. I have nothing to protect her with while you're gone."

"I'll leave you a gun."

"I'm not good with a gun," you protest, curling your fingers into your palm as you frown. "She can barely walk, and I can't carry her if shit happens."

"Well, I can't get us all back safely if I don't have fucking ammo. You think I want to leave her? I have no choice here."

Everything he's saying makes sense, and yet, you hate it. You just barely protected her the first time he left you alone, the memory of desperately biting that guy's nose off being evidence of that. Admittedly, you don't know what to do once someone gets close. If something were to happen while he was gone, you’re not confident that you could keep her alive again. But he needs this. The trip will be a waste if he doesn’t get this ammo— the risk to all your lives would’ve been for nothing.

"What if—" Your eyes slide shut as you swallow thickly. "Fuck— what if I go get it?"

Immediately, he scoffs. "That makes no sense."

"Your priority is keeping her safe. You stay here and do that."

"You have no bow," he reminds you, roughly shaking his head. "Don't be stupid."

"You said there's likely only one or two people guarding it. I don't have to fight them. I just have to find their place and steal from them, right?"

"Why?" He demands, eyes narrowing from their typical half-lidded state. They sweep over your face, from your forehead to your chin. "Why would you do this? Risk your life?"

It's a fair question, and you realize how ridiculous you must sound even suggesting this idea. Looking at the ground, the first answer comes to you quickly. You value Blue's life more than your own at this point. Like you told Ghost, you don't know why you even bother fighting. She's a kid. A piece of light in this world. He can protect her better than you can, and he needs the ammo to do so. But there are a few other reasons you find yourself willing to do this for him, and those are the ones you decide to share with him. 

"Because like you said, you need the ammo to get us all back safely. Plus," you look back at up him, "They probably have some things I need, too. Like more medicine." It's something you've pondered quite a few times since realizing how healthy and populated their group was. You lucked out in the village. There will never be another opportunity for medicine like this. "But... if I can get your ammo, then you owe me."

A deep breath expands his chest, then he huffs it out. "What would you want?"

You mull it over. "The couch," is the first thing that comes to mind. You imagine having to sleep in a flooded shed, which will undoubtedly happen with this northern weather, and the thought alone makes you miserable. "When we get back, I want to sleep inside on the couch from now on. And a new bow. You can make me one."

He stares at you for a few seconds before shaking his head to himself, grumbling something under his breath. He slings the rifle back over his shoulder, and you think he's ready to rightfully tell you how stupid you are again, but instead, he grits out, "Anything else?"

"A few shirts and your jacket," you breathe out, eyeing the fabric that fits his broad shoulders much better than it did yours. "And..." a flush threatens the base of your neck, "I also want you to teach me how to better defend myself. Once someone grabs me, I panic."

There's something detectable that passes through his eyes, maybe the memory of how helpless he rendered you not so long ago. He looks at the cabin, shaking his head again, before returning his stare down at you. 

"I'm going to tell you exactly how to get this done. You're of no use to me dead, Twix. Get me a backpack full of ammo, and we'll have a deal."

let the world never forget that it’s AMERICAN weapons being used to wipe out Gaza. that it’s AMERICAN tax money funding this genocide while the AMERICAN president and AMERICAN leaders support this mass murder of innocent people. let the world never forget America has Palestinian blood on its hands

Tiger I want your opinion on this please?

Tight, muscle, trim Price

or

Dad bod, little paunch, but strong muscle Price

🤔

DAD BOD PRICE*

All day long anon, all day long…he’s a little bit softer round the middle than the other lads, but you know he’s 2x as strong 👀

*My opinion, but all versions are good, just like all bodies are good*

he’s so :((( and and and :( and :( guys :((( GUYSSSSS

tiktok is so woefully unfair

ANYWAYS

toji, sukuna, suguru, choso

Y/n: great work on the halloween decorations! where did you get so many fake skulls from?

Ghost: ...fake?

Ghost being Ghost :3 // live action trailer

Also, this part cracked me up

Soo ready for the early campaignn

Before you ask, no I don’t play cod. And no, I don’t plan on playing cod. Did I still watch the campaigns in their entirety just for this man? Yes. Yes of course I did.

Right Where it Belongs (Series Masterlist)

A Call of Duty Fandom AU (ongoing series)

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader

18+, Minors Do Not Interact

Series Summary: One hell of a bad day ends with you and Ghost stranded on a deserted tropical island. It wouldn't be so bad if you didn't already hate each other's guts. Eventually you work out your differences and comfort each other, face challenges and dangers side by side, and protect each other. By the time you're rescued, you can't imagine your life without Simon Riley.

Series Warnings: 18+ MDNI, unprotected p in v sex, manual stimulation of genitals (m & f), oral sex (m & f receiving), suggestive language, fluff, flirting, angst, whump, mention of blood, canon-typical violence, references to death and dead soldiers, pregnancy, impolite language, reader is cishet female, more warnings to be added as chapters are published.

Series Notes: The series is based on this imagine. Enemies to lovers in isolation/danger/forced-proximity.  Heavy-handed tropes abound.  The title was borrowed from the eponymous song by Nine Inch Nails.

*= Suggestive content

** = 18+ MDNI content

*** = Filthy smut, turn back while you still can

Only published chapters have been rated.

Chapters in purple font are active WIP.

MASTERLIST (All @deadbranch Fanfic Content)

PART ONE

Through a series of ill-fated events, you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere with your least favorite person, Ghost.

PART TWO

Your priority is finding fresh water.  You find a lot more—and Ghost falls ill.

PART THREE

Mutual help brings you together, but in a frustrated outburst you tell him the secret that’s been eating at you since the crash.

PART FOUR*

Simon is supportive, in his own way.  Unexpected visitors derail your plans.

PART FIVE*

Ghost reveals what he’s been hiding from you.  This may be your last chance to mend things once and for all.

PART SIX***

On the eve of possible conflict, you enjoy each other’s bodies for the first time.  You hope it won’t be your last.

PART SEVEN**

You and Ghost explore the island.  Your journey together has just begun. 

PART EIGHT*

You and Ghost take care of the immediate danger.  Hope of rescue resurfaces, if only for a moment.

PART NINE***

Ghost slams the release valve for the pent-up stress in both of you.

PART TEN**

You mark the passage of time despite the feeling of futility.  An unexpected development complicates your situation but deepens the emotions between you.

PART ELEVEN* NEW 09-16-23

You and Simon have a much-needed discussion.

PART TWELVE NEW 09-16-23

Survival becomes complicated as Simon evaluates your long-term food resources.  Unexpected visitors force you to reframe strategic goals for rescue.

PART THIRTEEN* NEW 09-16-23

The unexpected is not always bad.  Hope falls from the sky, and you know exactly what to do with it.

PART FOURTEEN [coming soon]

Summary pending

PART FIFTEEN

Summary pending

Acima das Ruínas | Quatro

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader masterlist In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center. notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

Three - Five

"Okay. I'll find another one!" [_] said with teary eyes, grabbed her knife, and headed towards the entrance door. She knew she had made a mistake, but she didn't think Ghost would get so angry about it. It's not like she was to blame – that zombie caught her off guard, and the same could have happened to Ghost, right? She wanted to believe that, but she knew it wasn't true. Ghost was too careful and skilled to make such a silly mistake. She was angry at everything and just wanted to quickly find another communicator.

The girl walked for a few minutes, sneaking between cars and buildings. Going in and out of stores in search of a working communicator, not some toy that barely functioned two meters away. Now she understood why Ghost had gotten so angry – finding a radio that could communicate on different channels wasn't easy. She also didn't consider that she probably wouldn't find a military communicator casually for sale in some random corner store.

The zombies didn't seem to have great eyesight; they relied more on noise and smell, except for the one at the house. That one was different. Its sense of smell was undoubtedly better than the others', and it was ridiculously fast.

After a few more steps, she decided to rest and find something to eat. There was a small market with only two zombies around. She sneaked up behind one of them, who was near a car, caught him off guard, and slit his throat. The other one, a bit further away, seemed to notice and turned towards the girl.

She walked slowly towards the market's entrance while the other zombie moved towards its now-dead companion. She felt bad for a moment; it was difficult to kill them, knowing that they were once people with their whole lives ahead of them. What had their lives been like before all of this? Did they have spouses, partners, children? Their pets safe inside their homes, still waiting for them to return?

This world was being cruel to all of them. In the end, everyone just wanted to survive – the zombies, the uninfected people. With her thoughts in chaos, [_] reached the entrance of the little market and entered with a loud thud of the door.

Like any other food-selling store, this one was completely destroyed. People went crazy at the beginning of the virus outbreak. They stormed into places in search of food, intending to return home, thinking all their family members were safe, only to find their spouse devouring their children.

The girl walked slowly amidst the mess, trying to find something edible when she heard a noise. She walked slowly towards the sound, already holding her knife and ready to put all of Ghost's teachings into practice.

Hearing the noise again, [_] turned around quickly, coming face to face with a tall man – not as tall as Ghost, but still tall – pointing a gun at her. He had a mohawk and wore military clothes.

"Lower the knife," he commanded.

"Lower the gun first. I don't want trouble, I'm just looking for supplies," she tried to sound confident.

"What's your name?" the man asked, lowering the gun after seemingly pondering for a few minutes.

"[__], and yours?"

"Soap." Soap? What a strange name. Wait…

"Soap? Like Soap from the military?" she asked, surprised. It couldn't be the Soap that Ghost had talked about, could it?

"I'm famous, and I didn't even know it?" he asked, laughing.

"I met one of your teammates." Ghost would be surprised by this. The girl was now excited. Still upset about how Ghost had reacted to her mistake, but if that hadn't happened, they wouldn't have encountered Soap.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Ghost, you know, the guy with the mask."

"What. This must be a dream. Where is he?" he said, now completely excited and relieved.

"He's in a house not far from here."

"And why aren't you with him now?" he seemed suspicious.

"We had a fight. I lost his communication radio, and he got really mad. Now I need to find it, but I haven't found any, and I don't think I will." She said, defeated.

"It's not easy to find a military radio in regular stores. Luckily…" he raised an identical radio to Ghost's.

"Oh my God. Ghost won't kill me anymore. I mean… you'll lend it to us, right?"

"Of course. Take me to where he is. He must be looking for Price to find the sanctuary."

"Yes. That's why."

"Ghost can be tough sometimes, but he's a good man. So, did he talk a lot about me?" Soap chuckled.

"He said you were a good friend," she said, laughing.

"Really? Well, it seems that all of this situation has softened the heart of the enigmatic Ghost," Soap said, smiling.

"Ghost," [_] shouted as soon as she entered the house.

"I hope you found another radio," he said, coming out of the kitchen with his weapon still hanging, looking angry.

"Better than that," the girl said, laughing, making Ghost raise an eyebrow.

"Hey, Ghost. Long time no see!" Soap entered cheerfully.

"No way. You're alive?" Ghost seemed to be laughing judging by the position of his eyes.

"Of course I am. This beautiful lady recognized me." Ghost looked somewhat indifferent. Her heart stung a little; he was still mad. "I hope you spoke well of me to such a pretty lady," he said, winking at her.

"Don't start, Soap."

"What? It's not every day we see such a beautiful lady, especially in the situation we're in. Or… oh my God, you two are a thing."

"It's not…" [_] tried to speak.

"Yes, we are. Now stop showering her with your charms." She might faint now. So, they were a thing? Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

"Okay, okay. Only a pretty face like that could win over our Ghost," Soap teased, provoking.

"Ghost, he has a communication radio that we can use. Sorry for destroying the other one."

"It's okay. I should apologize to you for getting so angry when it wasn't even your fault. I know you did your best back there. I'm proud of you," he seemed to laugh.

"Thank you, but I also had the best teacher, and without that, I wouldn't have found Soap."

Night fell, and a small fire was set up in the middle of the room while a can of soup heated up.

The girl leaned against Ghost, whose arm was around her smaller body. Soap stirred the soup and cracked lame uncle jokes, but it lightened the mood. He also didn't hide mischievous glances at Ghost and [_], receiving disapproving looks from the latter. It was good to have another person around, and Soap was quite entertaining.

"So… how did you two meet?" Soap asked curiously.

"I found her almost dead in a forest," Ghost replied nonchalantly.

"Hey! I wasn't almost dead," she said, giving a dirty look to the older man.

"No? You could barely walk."

"It's not easy to survive alone without any weapons, you know."

"I know. I'm just teasing you. You did a great job for someone who didn't even

know how to stab someone."

"So, Ghost was your savior?"

"In a way, yes. I can't deny that if it wasn't for him, I probably would have died or turned into a zombie."

"We decided to come here to try to talk to Price, but we couldn't, and then the radio accident happened," Ghost said.

"I get it. I managed to talk to him about two weeks ago."

"Where are they? Are they all okay?" Ghost asked, trying not to show his anxiety.

"Yes, they are. They're on a mountain, but I don't know the exact location. The conversation got cut off when Price was about to give more information."

"Damn."

After the soup was warm, they ate, then went to the second floor of the house.

"There are two bedrooms. I'll stay with [_] in one; you can take the other, Soap."

While [_] wasn't there, Ghost cleaned the rooms as much as possible for them to settle in. They were initially going to clean just one, but he thought she wouldn't want to sleep with him because of the fight, so he ended up cleaning both. Luckily.

"Alright, folks. See you tomorrow. Don't make too much noise." Soap said, making both their cheeks burn.

"Shut up, Soap," Ghost said, pulling the girl to the other room and locking the door.

"Don't mind him."

"Okay. I liked him… Ghost, sorry again for what happened earlier. I know I wasn't careful enough…"

"You don't need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have let my anger control me, and I should have gone after you. I was irresponsible," he said, holding her face in his hands, lightly running his thumb over her cheeks and looking into her eyes [eye color].

[_]'s heart raced; Ghost's deep green eyes seemed to be peering into her soul. She had to tilt her face due to his greater height. His fingers were rough with slight calluses, but they were perfect nonetheless. As his hands met hers on her face, Ghost leaned in, kissing her fiercely. Their tongues danced, and the need grew stronger. Ghost's hands left her face and moved to her waist, gently squeezing it, causing the younger woman to gasp and deepen the kiss even more. The room seemed to get warmer, her whole body craving Ghost. She ran her fingers through his overgrown hair, causing him to lightly grip her waist and butt. Both of them were drowning deeper into desire.

"We should stop. This isn't the right place or time," he said, still giving small kisses to her parted lips.

"I need you so much," [_] said, seeking the older man's mouth with desire.

"I know, beautiful girl. But we can't. I promise I'll make it up to you once we're safe," he said, ending it with a kiss and guiding her to the bed. They embraced and kissed the entire night. They couldn't imagine going through all of this without each other. They were each other's safe haven.

Ghost would arse rape you in real life and Ik you would love every second of it :/

don't want to give people who send shit like this attention but this isn't even the worst ive got over the last 24 hours lol. I love this fandom so much but it really hurts my heart that people could write something like this then press send without a second thought. I just want everyone who's sending me shit like this to know it's not gonna change my opinion or moral standpoint and im not taking my post down. you obviously feel attacked bc you either one, write abusive and violent smut and feel called out or two, consume this violent content without a second thought and now its becoming a convention you feel ashamed/embarrassed so instead of looking inwards and trying to see why you suddenly feel so much shame you send shit like this to me trying to convince yourself that its not you that has a problem but rather that i'm just trying to ruin your fun.

If it's either one, there is no shame in having a bit of a lightbulb moment and realising that maybe consuming/creating this content isn't healthy. we are all human, we all make mistakes and we all are aloud to grow. Please don't feel ashamed for feeling this way. it can sometimes be scary to be confronted with feelings of embarrassment and shame but I promise, it's gonna be okay and you will work through this. if you need someone to talk to REACH OUT. I am more than happy to help you and just be an ear.

Also please don't send shit like this to anyone on the internet, I am very lucky to be at a place mentally were things like this don't effect me but you don't know who is on the other side of the screen, please think before you send things. rather then lashing out take time to work on yourself.

Acima das Ruínas | Três

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

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Em um mundo devastado pelo caos e pela ameaça dos mortos-vivos, dois destinos se entrelaçam de uma forma inesperada. Ghost, um ex-militar endurecido assombrado pelos horrores da guerra, encontra [leitor], uma jovem perdida e desolada. Com sua experiência e determinação, Ghost decide ajudá-la, e juntos embarcam em uma perigosa jornada em busca de um centro de refugiados. notas:  Inglês não é minha primeira língua, e inicialmente escrevi esta fanfic em português. Com a ajuda de recursos online, reescrevi em inglês.

Dois - Quatro​

Vários meses se passaram e [ _ ] ficou mais forte a cada sessão de treinamento do Ghost. O peso aumentou, voltando a um nível saudável. Suas costelas não eram mais tão visíveis e seus braços não eram mais tão esqueléticos.

As the days went by, Ghost taught [_] about combat, hunting, weapons, and survival in general. All the knowledge he had gained from his time in the army was passed down to the younger one.

He felt proud of how the girl fought to survive in the end of the world. And [_]'s admiration for the older one grew stronger over time.

They had grown very close in the past months, and their connection had grown stronger. The cold shell of Ghost was breaking.

"Let's start packing up. We're leaving tomorrow. We need to get closer to the shelter," Ghost said determinedly, looking for more clues about the place.

"Are you sure?" [_] was unsure. As much as she felt stronger, she didn't know if she would still be a burden to Ghost. She also wanted to protect and help him.

"I'm more than sure. You've surpassed yourself in these past months," he praised, making the girl nod and smile.

They began to pack their things, taking only the essentials: food, sleeping bags, water, and weapons. [_] didn't know how to use weapons yet. Ghost thought it would be a waste of bullets, so he made a bow and arrow for her. She was skilled; she had good aim and could even take down smaller animals like rabbits.

Nightfall approached, and they lay down - this time, lying together - to wake up early the next day and begin their most challenging journey.

"Rest well. We need energy for tomorrow," Ghost said with [_] now lying against his chest.

"You too," she said, lightly rubbing his defined chest, feeling his muscles through the cold shirt he wore. "Goodnight, Ghost!" she said, falling asleep.

"Goodnight!"

…

As the sun rose, Ghost and [_] began their journey. They were headed for the city and then on to the north, trying to avoid zombies as much as possible.

But avoiding didn't mean they wouldn't encounter any. They walked through the forest towards the city and spotted a group of three zombies. [_] grabbed her bow and arrow, hitting one and quickly grabbing another arrow to kill the other two.

"Nice!" Ghost said proudly, smiling at the shorter one. They continued walking, avoiding any larger groups of zombies.

"Ghost, what if we find a car?"

"We can try to find one."

They walked through the buildings, searching for a car they could use. Most were stuck amidst other cars or were broken down.

While exploring the outskirts of a building away from the city center, they found a car in an open space.

"Ghost, look! A car!" exclaimed [_] pointing to the vehicle, its paint dusty and windows covered in dirt. They cautiously approached, ready to face any threats. The car was merely dirty and could easily be moved. Luckily, the door was open, and the keys were inside. Likely, the owner had been one of the victims.

Ghost started the car, the loud sound a welcome music to his ears. [_] excitedly got in, placing her backpack in the back.

…

They had been on the road for hours. The day was perfect, with the sun shining in a clear blue sky. It wasn't too cold or too hot; it was just right.

"Do you think we'll find the shelter?"

"Of course, we will. Once we get there, I'll try to contact the others, so we'll know exactly where they are."

"I'm scared, to be honest."

"Don't worry, we'll be okay," he reassured, holding [_]’s smaller hand.

After that, they didn't let go. Throughout the entire journey, the girl was acutely aware of the larger hand holding hers. She played with the veins on Ghost's hand, warm and rough, but still comforting. She felt the same way she did on the day they first embraced and slept together. It was a whirlwind of emotions.

She paid attention to every detail of the man. His blue-green eyes, his slightly blond lashes, his broad shoulders and strong arms. The way he held the steering wheel with his remaining hand, as the other was interlaced with his own, lightly squeezing. She yearned for him desperately. She wanted to see him without the mask and clothes, to see the real him.

"What are you looking at so much?"

"Nothing," she said, turning her face away.

"[]," Ghost said, slowing the car down and leaning closer to [_], cupping her face with the hand not on the wheel, lowering his mask, and kissing her lips.

She could have died right then, and she wouldn't have complained. Feeling his slightly chapped lips and the roughness of his beard made her tremble inside. Fireworks went off in her mind. Their lips moved slowly, unhurriedly. They savored the texture and taste of each other.

They pulled apart, their faces flushed and breathing quick. The girl broke into a genuine smile, feeling embarrassed and happy.

"We need to do this more often," she said.

"Yes, we do," the older one agreed, smiling slightly, putting his mask back in place.

…

They arrived in the city not long after. The city was like all the others – complete chaos.

Abandoned cars and houses, people turned into animals chasing after human flesh.

They parked the car near an off-white house that appeared to be closed. They entered silently, being careful in case there were any zombies inside.

"I'll check upstairs," Ghost said, and [_] nodded.

She moved through the living room, avoiding the sofas and the fallen table. Entering the kitchen, she encountered a zombie – a man. He was larger than her and attacked as soon as he sensed her scent.

The girl dodged his strikes, realizing that he was different from all the other zombies they had encountered. This one seemed stronger and more intelligent.

He punched her in the face, causing her to fall onto her stomach. He grabbed her by her backpack, making her let go immediately and fall again.

The zombie began destroying everything in the backpack – food, clothes, and the communication radio. In desperation, she leaped onto him, trying to hit him with a knife from the countertop. But she was thrown against a cabinet. She quickly composed herself and went after the zombie again, attempting to strike. Upstairs, Ghost heard the loud noise and quickly descended, shooting the zombie twice.

"Are you okay?" he asked, extending his hand to help her up.

"I am, thank you! I could have killed him quickly with one of these," she said, pointing to Ghost's gun.

"I don't have enough bullets to waste trying to teach you, unfortunately."

They removed the body and put it outside the house, closing all windows and doors.

"I'll try to contact someone. Where's the backpack?"

"That zombie destroyed everything. I'm sorry, Ghost!"

"What?" he said, slightly louder and irritated.

"He ended up grabbing the backpack, and I couldn't stop him," the girl said, growing desperate at Ghost's sudden change in behavior.

"You can't protect a damn backpack? It's no wonder you were nearly dead when I found you. And now? What are we going to do?"

the older one shouted.

"We look for another one. There might be one in an electronics store, I don't know," she whispered, frightened by Ghost's outburst. She knew she had done something wrong, but she didn't expect him to get so angry.

"We? You're the one who's going to look for another one, not me. And you better find one quickly."

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Acima das Ruínas | Dois

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader masterlist Em um mundo devastado pelo caos e pela ameaça dos mortos-vivos, dois destinos se entrelaçam de uma forma inesperada. Ghost, um ex-militar endurecido assombrado pelos horrores da guerra, encontra [leitor], uma jovem perdida e desolada. Com sua experiência e determinação, Ghost decide ajudá-la, e juntos embarcam em uma perigosa jornada em busca de um centro de refugiados. notas: Inglês não é minha primeira língua, e inicialmente escrevi esta fanfic em português. Com a ajuda de recursos online, reescrevi em inglês. Um - três​

The other day, [name] woke up like never before in those three years. She feels like she finally slept well, without worrying about zombies.

"Good morning. I set aside water and soup for you," says Ghost.

"Thanks, Ghost!" [name] replies.

She quickly eats and goes outside, where she finds him. He's training with his back turned, improvising a bar on a tree branch. His muscles flex, his big arms with veins bulging due to the strength he's exerting to lift his heavy, muscular body. The girl feels a burning desire for the older man, a strange feeling for her, but not unfamiliar. She has liked guys before, but never like this.

When he finishes, [name] looks away, suddenly feeling warm.

"We need to go to the city to find food and clothes for you," says Ghost. The girl looks down, seeing her ragged pants, the giant military coat, and her bare feet.

"Yes, we do," she replies, giving a shy smile.

They took what they needed, like the rest of the water, weapons, and ammunition. The walk to the city was long and exhausting - at least for the girl. She was panting and dizzy. Her body was still far from healthy, with little weight and tiredness. Upon reaching the city, they sneaked through the corners. Everything was destroyed, and only the wind's breath and distant moans of zombies could be heard.

Ghost walked fast and determined, leading the way. His hands already on his weapon, prepared in case he needed to act quickly. [name] struggled to keep up, trying to ignore her sore feet.

After hours of endless walking, [name] felt her legs give way beneath her. She tried to lean against a nearby wall, but her body was beyond the limits of exhaustion.

"Ghost," she whispered, weak and trembling.

Ghost, already alert, stopped and turned quickly. His eyes narrowed when he saw [name] struggling to stand.

"Damn it, [name]! You should have said you were so tired," he said, impatiently.

[name] tried to speak, but her strength abandoned her. Her eyes closed slowly, and her body fell to the ground.

Ghost approached her in the blink of an eye, a mix of concern and anger evident on his face. He knelt beside her, checking her breathing and pulse.

"[name], wake up!" he exclaimed, trying not to let the worry show in his voice.

However, seeing her remain motionless, a wave of panic surged through his body. He gently shook her shoulders, desperate to bring her back to consciousness.

"[name], don't do this to me," he said, filled with anguish.

In a moment of vulnerability, Ghost let out an expression of genuine concern, revealing a glimpse of his true personality. He was more than just a tough shell; he cared deeply for [name], even in that short period they knew each other.

Ghost scooped her up like a bride and started walking again through the streets until they reached a gas station with a convenience store. He entered, placing the girl on the floor with his coat over her head, and returned, locking the door behind him.

After agonizing moments, [name] finally opened her eyes slowly. She blinked several times, trying to focus on Ghost's figure before her.

"Ghost... Sorry... I'm so tired," she whispered, her voice weak.

Ghost let out a sigh of relief and carefully helped [name] sit up. He wrapped his protective arms around her, providing support and comfort.

"You don't need to apologize, [name]. We're in this together, okay? I'll take care of you," he said gently.

[name] nestled into Ghost's embrace, feeling safe and protected.

"Rest for now, I'll see if there's anything useful here," Ghost said. The girl nodded and laid down.

Not long after, Ghost found canned peaches, sardines, and beans. He also found cases of water, sighing at the impossibility of carrying them all. Then he headed to the clothing section, where he found a long-sleeved blouse, loose-fitting pants, and a pair of boots that he thought would fit the small figure lying not too far away.

"[name], wake up! I brought clothes for you," Ghost called out.

The girl stirred and slowly got up. Ghost handed her wet wipes to clean herself, water, and the energy bars he had found. He then went outside the store.

...

"Ghost!" she called.

He turned around, seeing that the clothes fit her quite well.

"Shall we?" he said, approaching and offering his arm for her to lean on.

"Thank you again for taking care of me," [name] expressed her gratitude. Ghost didn't reply, but through his eyes, [name] noticed that he was smiling.

"Sorry for the question, but why the mask?" she suddenly asked, curiosity taking over.

"Old habits."

"Because of the task force?"

"Exactly," he replied, providing no further details, but still leaving the girl very curious.

They continued their journey together, with Ghost leading the way and always paying attention, stopping whenever he felt [name] was pushing herself beyond her limits.

…

They arrived at the hideout around two in the afternoon. Ghost lit the fireplace and put the beans to warm.

Ghost observed [name] with a serious and determined look. He knows that for her to survive in this world, she needs to be prepared and stronger.

"We need to work on your strength and combat skills," he said with a serious tone. "It will be necessary to ensure your safety. Let's wait a few days for you to recover your strength, and during this time, we'll train together. It will be necessary for us to reach the refuge safely."

[name] looked at him with a mix of apprehension and trust.

"Alright! Shall we start today?" she said excitedly, making Ghost smile.

"No, not today. Let's rest, and tomorrow morning, we'll start."

They sat together after eating, sharing stories of their lives before the apocalypse. G looked at the crackling fire for a moment, his eyes glimmering with melancholy.

"I had a teammate," Ghost said in a slightly hoarse voice, piquing the girl's curiosity about the mysterious masked man's past.

Ghost sighed and began to tell the story of one of his army comrades. He described Soap as a strong and courageous man with a unique sense of humor and a generous heart. He talked about the dangerous missions they had undertaken together and how they relied on each other in life-or-death situations.

"Soap was a true friend," Ghost said with admiration. "He was always willing to risk his life to protect others, and he had an incredible ability on the battlefield." He shared various stories and jokes they had shared. Ghost never thought he would miss Johnny so much and how he hoped he was doing okay. He would never admit it, but he saw his friend as a big brother.

[name] listened attentively, fascinated by the story, nodding and laughing. She imagined the adventures that Ghost and Soap had lived, the challenges they faced, and the victories they achieved together.

However, as Ghost continued, his expression grew darker.

"I managed to talk to him a few months ago, but I lost contact," Ghost said, his voice faltering a little.

"I'm sure he's okay, Ghost. You said he was a skilled man," she said, placing her hand on top of Ghost's.

"Yeah, I hope so," he replied, squeezing the smaller hand.

As the night approached, they prepared to sleep, wishing each other goodnight and falling into a dreamless slumber, at least for the girl.

Ghost suddenly woke up with a start, sweat dripping down his face. He had just dreamed of [name], lying in the middle of the street, her body bruised and cut, her few clothes torn and exposing her. The girl was whimpering, saying she was hungry and cold, but Ghost couldn't move to help her. Zombies appeared and gathered around the emaciated figure of the girl. Now, Ghost couldn't see her anymore, he only heard her cries for help.

His heart was racing, and his breath was heavy, indicating he had had a nightmare. He looked around, trying to calm himself and remember where he was. Upon realizing he was in the improvised shelter beside [name], a comforting feeling washed over him.

Carefully, Ghost got up from the mat and walked silently to where [name] was sleeping. He watched her for a moment, her face peaceful and serene, illuminated by the faint moonlight coming through the makeshift window. A wave of affection and protectiveness filled Ghost's heart.

He decided to lie down beside her, being careful not to wake her up. He settled under the covers, feeling the comforting warmth of the girl's body close to his. He wished he could ward off the nightmares and painful memories that haunted him,

but he found solace in the reassuring presence of the girl.

As he nestled beside her, Ghost felt [name]'s calm breath on his face and the gentle beating of her heart.

And so, embraced, Ghost fell asleep, finding peace and solace in the arms of the smaller girl, who was now awake with a silly smile on her face as she hugged the bigger man.

...

The next day, Ghost woke up determined. He woke up [name], and they had the best breakfast they could manage. Determined to teach her how to defend herself, he began planning their first training session.

They met in an open area where Ghost had improvised a training space. He explained that the goal was to teach her basic self-defense techniques and strengthen her body and mind.

He started with a simple warm-up, asking [name] to stretch and do light exercises. He wanted to prepare her body for the challenges that lay ahead. The girl followed Ghost's instructions, striving to keep up with each movement, giving her best even as her body was still recovering.

Next, Ghost introduced resistance and strength exercises, always alert to any signs of exhaustion in the younger one that showed she was reaching her limit. He set up a series of circuits that included push-ups, squats, sit-ups, and running around the space. He explained the importance of keeping the body in good physical shape to face the dangers of the outside world.

Ghost then moved on to hand-to-hand combat training. He demonstrated basic punching, kicking, and blocking techniques, explaining to [name] the importance of attacking accurately and defending efficiently. They practiced the movements repeatedly, with Ghost providing instructions and correcting [name]'s posture and gestures.

After the physical training, Ghost proposed mental training. He took [name] to a quiet corner and began teaching her breathing control and concentration techniques. He explained that the mind was also a powerful weapon and that the ability to stay calm and focused in stressful situations was crucial.

As they spent hours training together, Ghost noticed [name]'s gradual progress, even though she had to take several breaks during the training. She was becoming more agile, more confident, and stronger. He felt a mix of pride and relief to be able to help her prepare for the challenges to come.

"I'm proud of you. I have to admit, you did better than I thought you would. Impressive."

[name] smiled, a glimmer of determination in her eyes. She knew there was still a lot to learn, but she was grateful to have Ghost by her side, guiding and supporting her. She hugged him, leaving the man slightly uncomfortable, but he soon embraced her back.

That day, they realized they were becoming an even stronger team. They knew that with training, determination, and mutual support, they could face any challenge the world threw at them as long as they were together.

In the following days, Ghost continued to teach her how to use improvised weapons like sticks and knives. He demonstrated the proper moves and guided her to gain confidence in her own abilities.

Beyond physical training, Ghost also emphasized the importance of vigilance and strategy. He shared his past experiences and taught [name] to observe the environment, analyze possible threats, and act with caution.

As the days went by, [name] grew stronger and more confident. She performed the exercises with determination and persistence, overcoming her fears and limitations. Ghost was always by her side, encouraging her and praising her progress.

He also taught her about the importance of teamwork and mutual trust. They practiced combat strategies as a duo, honing their coordination and communication skills.

Over time, the girl transformed into a stronger and more resilient version of herself, leaving behind her pale and fragile appearance. She developed not only her physical abilities but also a survival mindset and an indomitable spirit.

Ghost proudly watched [name]'s growth and felt satisfied knowing that he had helped refine her into a courageous survivor. Together, they faced the challenges of the post-apocalyptic world, relying on each other and supporting one another to overcome all adversities.

notes: This is my first fanfic posted on Tumblr. It's a bit short, I apologize. The story was also posted on Wattpad (in portuguese). Please let me know if there are any spelling errors. I hope you like it!

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Above the Ruins | one

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

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In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English. Two

Five days... Five damn days I've been hiding in an old abandoned building for a long time. Two days ago, my food ran out, and yesterday, my water. The desperation of starving to death or being hunted by those damn creatures haunted me. Stay here and die or risk going outside and also die. Trust was not something I had in abundance.

Looking through the window on the second floor, I observed people - or what was left of them - slowly walking, making strange sounds as if they were suffering. Maybe they truly were, but who isn't in these dark times? Look at all the chaos that has been happening in the past years.

Three or four years ago, a virus took over a small town in the south of the country. It started small, people with high fever one day, and the next day, they were eating their dogs and their children. And then even the dogs rose, along with the newborn babies, and sought food. Or rather, people. It was an outbreak, within less than a month, the city was overrun, then the country, and soon after, the world. At first, people were studying cures, but now? I have no idea. I lost contact with other survivors a long time ago.

Feeling my stomach growl for the tenth time just today, I decided to go out and try to find something to eat. The emergency stairs were safer since I only had a nail-studded bat to protect myself. I descended carefully, trying not to make too much noise. The city was hot, it seemed peaceful, as if nothing bad was happening.

Reaching the ground floor, I quickly looked around and decided to follow the main street. I couldn't go too far; the lack of food and poor nutrition in recent years hadn't helped me maintain my weight. I feel almost like one of them.

I walked slowly to a nearby grocery store, entered, and closed the door behind me. They were clever, but they still couldn't open doors. The store was a mess and almost empty. Luckily, I found a match, a canned corn, and a city map. Someone had surely passed through here.

Several months passed, and with them, my food was gone. I ended up going into the forest when I heard gunshots and those zombies running, like a herd. It was safer here, but also more scarce in resources. I felt myself growing weaker every day, colder than normal, and my clothes became looser. Maybe I'm starving to death.

I took the map I had and looked for the nearest river. Damn, it was about a four-day walk. I grabbed my backpack, which luckily or unluckily was light, and started my long journey. I tried to ignore the strong stomach pain, my trembling and aching legs, and the dizziness caused by lack of food.

The days seemed the same, during the day I walked as much as I could, and at night I tried to sleep as much as possible. Exhaustion consumed me. After some time wandering through the dense forest, I began to feel dizzy, my legs trembled and ached. I leaned against a bush, seeking shelter in case a zombie found me. It was hard, cold, and uncomfortable, but exhaustion overcame me, and I ended up falling asleep or maybe passing out.

...

Ghost walked cautiously and suspiciously through the dense forest. The only sounds that could be heard were the hoots of owls and the crackling of dry branches under his feet. He liked to search for supplies at night, as he could move through the dark corners of the forest and catch unsuspecting animals. When he heard a faint noise, resembling a moan, coming from a nearby bush.

With caution, he approached, holding his weapon ready to shoot if necessary. To his surprise, he found [       ], a young woman with a frail and malnourished appearance, huddled among the leaves of the bush. Her eyes conveyed fear, and her appearance showed the sufferings the young woman had witnessed in recent years.

Ghost quickly let his instincts guide his actions. He lowered his weapon and extended his hand.

"It's alright, you don't need to be afraid," he said, trying to sound gentle and reassuring.

[       ] looked at him with suspicion, but her need and exhaustion spoke louder. She quickly grabbed the hand of the older man, and he helped her to stand, revealing even more the precarious situation in which the young woman found herself. Her clothes were loose and dirty, her wrists thin, cheeks sunken, and her hair disheveled.

Realizing her situation, Ghost handed his water canteen to the young woman and quickly searched for food, finding a protein bar.

"I'm trying to find a refugee center. You can come with me if you want."

The young woman devoured the small bar of food as if her life depended on it.

"Refugee center?"

"Yes, some time ago, I received a message from one of my former coworkers. A refuge center has been established, and some survivors managed to reach it. I've been trying to find it for a few months."

The young woman looked at him. Ghost was tall, had broad shoulders and strong arms. A black mask covered half of his face, and his eyes were stained with some black paint. She didn't know if she could trust that man, but her options were scarce, and she knew she wouldn't survive much longer if she continued to live like that.

"I'll go with you."

"Alright. My name is Ghost."

"[       ]."

"I have a hideout not far from here. Let's go."

The young woman nodded and followed the tall man.

The cabin was old, and smoke rose from the chimney. Upon entering, she saw the crackling fire in the fireplace and a torn sofa with a messy blanket on top.

"Here," the man tossed a military jacket over her shoulders, and she quickly put it on.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome. It's just my job. Or it was."

"You were in the military?" Ghost nodded.

"How have you been managing in these past times?" he asked with curiosity.

"Not very well," she replied, her head bowed.

"Better than most, believe me. I'll get something better for you to eat."

"Please."

Ghost gathered a few more protein bars, canned soups, and more water. He handed everything to her and felt a tug at his heart seeing her eat so quickly.

Once satisfied, Ghost allowed the young woman to sleep on the sofa, as she seemed more in need, while he settled on the dusty floor.

"How old were you when all of this started?" he asked.

"16."

"How old are you now?"

The young woman thought, a long time ago she had lost track of time. She didn't know how old she was at that moment.

"I don't know," she whispered.

"19 years old," he replied, looking at her. The young woman looked at him with a confused expression.

"Three years have passed, and I barely noticed," [       ]'s eyes filled with tears, but she held back, not wanting to show vulnerability.

"Don't worry. There's still time to enjoy life. There are still many things waiting for you. This isn't the end," he tried to sound hopeful.

"And you? How old are you?" Ghost laughed.

"I'm 43 years old. I was a lieutenant in a task force. I retired some

time ago. A few months ago, I managed to get a signal and contacted my old comrade, who told me about the refuge. He and other survivors from the armed forces organized everything and are taking care of the survivors. I just don't know exactly where it is, but I have leads."

"That explains a lot. Thank you for helping me, Ghost. I hope one day I can repay you."

"You're welcome. I'm just doing my job as a human being," he squinted his eyes, giving the young woman the impression that he was smiling.

She slept well that night. She deeply believed in that man, seeing him as her protector, and Ghost felt the need to protect that young woman. These three years without seeing anyone had changed him. And he didn't hate it.

notes: This is my first fanfic posted on Tumblr. It's a bit short, I apologize. The story was also posted on AO3 and Wattpad. Please let me know if there are any spelling errors. I hope you like it!