Ghost Being Ghost :3 // Live Action Trailer

Ghost being Ghost :3 // live action trailer

Also, this part cracked me up

Soo ready for the early campaignn

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."

gazzz 💛

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

the little tummy too 😩

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