Just Blocked Another Blog That Wrote Headcanons For "TF141 + Knig".

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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gazzz 💛

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

Ghost: ...fake?

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!

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.