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CALL OF DUTY MODERN WARFARE II (2022) ㅤ→ㅤ Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Final Scene

Thinking about the 141 boys being sick

Ghost:

I think he would be such an ass about it. He's obviously very sick and he looks like he's gonna pass out and he's still all like "I'm fuckin' fine. I don't get sick."

And everyone is just like take a fucking Claritin man you look like shit. I feel like he's one of those people who gets a fever for every damn sickness, and he's sweating under that stupid mask. I bet Ghost is super mean and grumpy too. Recruits pray that he doesn't get the stomach bug going around the barracks.

Price:

I feel like he acts like he's dying. He's coughing and sneezing loudly and complains that his head hurts every 5 minutes, but refuses to take anything or go lay down. He tells Soap to shut up every single time he speaks. And you know John sneezes like a bomb went off (just like my dad lol) and he acts like nothing happened but it scares Gaz every single time.

Soap:

I think he's the worst honestly. He was definitely a ruff and tumble kinda kid and just doesn't care when he gets sick. He's running drills while he's got a 103 fever and is all like "I'm nae gonna die," before immediately passing out. And when medical makes him lay down, he's absolutely gonna take advantage of it.

"Canne get up, but I need mo phone. . . " and then gives a pathetic cough before Ghost just gives up and goes to get his phone. He's so stupid and he definitely whines about being stuck in bed too.

Gaz:

He's so baby and you know his mama took care of him when he was sick. All he wants is to be coddled and taken care of. He's also a grown man in the military so that is NOT happening, but he can still try. I bet he can wear Price down enough to make him some soup or something. He took an Advil 5 minutes ago and he's sniffling pathetically because it hasn't kicked in yet.

"I took the pill, but it didn't do anything!"

"Kyle, shut up you didn't even swallow it yet."

anyways i hope you liked these <3

i need more ducky ideas :( hand the characters over pls

also maybe different fandoms if y'all want different ducky stickers...

catboy luci as an apology for not posting !

what has 2 legs and bleeds?

The only thing that fuels me at this rate are shitty cod shitposts

MODERN WARFARE 2: GHOST (DC Comics)

@actuallyhiswife hope you like them all! Also felt the need to add the pictures so all of you can identify them and also for all of you to read them since I know some don’t know they exist for free read.

All comics found in order

Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #1

Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #2

Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #3

Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #4

Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #5

Modern Warfare 2: GHOST #6

A/N: cover for GHOST # 1B, GHOST #1C Below as well as the other two without wording :)

A/N: every other week, on ebay people will make auctions of GHOST for those interested.

He did really good today so Integra is letting him watch Minecraft let's plays before bedtime :)

To all non Call of Duty playing Hellsing fans/Alucard simps, I present to you: a curated list of his datamined quotes.

(for non CoD players, when he says he's calling in an MGB that's a nuke lmao)

Midnight. A first. Many more to come soon.

Cod With Monster!Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Reader is described with some monster features depending on which character, blood drinking, Reader is dead in Ghost’s section, descriptions of blood and a slit throat, a decent amount of spice Soap’s along with some dub-con, also mentions of eating human flesh, Reader is described with a green dress in Soap’s part because it’s part of the mythology that I read, Reader remains Gn though.

A/N: This is the post I got way too into. Soap’s especially is….way too goddamn long.

Price - House Spirit

Price first met you when he moved into his new home. He was annoyed when he thought he had mice, what sounded like their little claws scurrying all under the floorboards and in the cellar, unaware that that was just you moving about. So preoccupied with his own worries, he never wondered how dust never seemed to collect in home, despite him being gone for months at a time, how his clothes and sheets always smelled clean and unwrinkled, or how his dressers were always full despite not actually having done his laundry since he moved in.

It all comes to a head one day when he was home on leave and decided to check his cellar for the first time in the whole 3 years he’d technically lived here. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t even know he’d come home that day and were too busy reorganizing your little nest in the back corner of the room to hear the door open or his heavy footsteps coming down the steps. Not until you could feel his bewildered gaze staring holes into the back of your head.

Things from there were….tense. He wanted to believe that you were some strange person who was either trying to rob him or maybe someone who was suffering mentally and was confused. Something that didn’t fuck up his entire concept of reality and what was real and myth. That was, until he got a good look at your little horns, your long and floppy, almost bunny like, ears, and the swishing tail behind you. He promptly backed himself up the stairs and slammed the door to the cellar shut.

It took another week or so before he went back into the cellar, but this time you were hidden away from his eyes. It took some coaxing from him to get you to reveal yourself, promises that he wouldn’t hurt you or try and force you to leave. Once you did come out, he was all questions, what you were, why you were here, why you were staying in the fucking cellar of all places when he had a bed he didn’t even sleep in when he was home.

After that, things were a bit rocky but….almost domestic. He enjoyed coming home and seeing your ears perk up so cutely when he walked through the door, or how your tail swished a bit faster when he greeted you kindly. Overall, he enjoys your presence and it’s no skin off his back if you want to do all the cleaning that he can’t be bothered with on his few lazy days. Or if you feel like cooking for him when he comes home. Or if you wake him from his ptsd induced nightmares, touching his face and holding his hand, making him warm tea and something to eat to help stop his shaking.

The only thing he insists on is that you move out of the cellar and into an actual room.

Gaz - Dullahan

Gaz met you when he was lost in the woods, a chopper having crashed and left him stranded in the middle of nowhere. He was thirsty and hungry, having run out of emergency rations and water days ago, with nothing nearby to help him. He was on Death’s door, his eyes heavy, his stomach long since having stopped it’s rumbling, body weak and feeling like lead. But, as his eyes began to close, he heard the strangest thing just before he lost consciousness.

The beating of hooves on the ground beside him.

When he came to, Gaz was feeling significantly less thirsty and weak, but still very much tired. The warmth of whatever he was laying on brought him a sense of ease and relaxation.

Until he registered that what he was laying on was ever so subtly moving up and down. At the same time that he made this realization, something cold and wet nudged at the palm of his hand, making him shoot upright. Whatever it was startled at this and snorted almost angrily, making him lose his balance and fall back.

What he saw only confused him. A large black horse with a long mane and tail, it’s eyes completely white and leaving him feeling cold every time he looked into them.

And then a voice, your voice, calling out to the giant creature. “Dubhshláine, come.” You said, and it did, but not before sniffing at Gaz’s face one more time before it trotted over to your side. Then Gaz was pushing himself back up, eyes searching for the source of the voice, almost shouting when he saw the headless body that was petting the snout of the great beast.

It took….a while for you to calm him down, frantically trying to keep him from running, your voice shouting from somewhere that he needed to calm down and that he shouldn’t move when he was like this. But his struggle only ended when he was practically dry heaving in your arms, dizzy from trying to exert himself like that when he was recovering from dehydration and starvation.

Things went a bit smoother after that, at least, once you reattached your head and offered him some berries and meat that he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to eat, despite you insisting that it was just goose. He did end up eating it though, if only to stave off the incessant rumbling of his belly. And that night, as he let you guide him into a cave and helped him into a large pile of warm furs, you promised him that you’d help him get home.

But he couldn’t help but think that going home meant he’d never be able to hear your soothing voice again.

Ghost - Poltergeist

Ghost is someone who goes to thrift stores every once and a while. A habit of his, as he doesn’t like to spend too much money, and part of him likes to see what sort of things other people have collected and gotten rid of over the years. Priceless things and useless things alike. Normally he sticks to buying little, only things he needs, like a cheap and worn t-shirt because his last one finally became too ripped to wear in public.

But on that day, something else caught his eye. A simple and small Jade necklace tied on a black string. His fingers brush over it, running his thumb over the hole in the middle where the string was tied. Ghost should have known something was wrong then, as he never took interest in jewelry. Ever.

The owner seemed to take notice of his attention and told him to just take it, as it had been sitting on the rack for ages, longer than he could remember. What he didn’t tell Ghost was that people constantly avoided it, avoided even looking at it, even the owner himself. It instilled a sense of dread and fear, and made people’s hearts race. The owner had tried to simply throw it out but it ended up right back on that rack, time and time again. And if it wasn’t making this strange masked man uncomfortable then he was more then welcome to take the fucking thing off of his hands.

Ghost is surprised at the offer but accepts after a moment of hesitation. The necklace becomes sort of a good luck charm for him, and he rarely, if ever, takes it off. It’s always so warm against him (it grew almost scorching whenever he took off his clothes), making him feel a sense of security that he wasn’t sure that he ever felt before.

But soon things…changed. He noticed that if he neglected to touch the necklace for a certain length of time, things would happen around him. Things moving from where he left them, pictures falling from walls, objects jumping off of shelves. Like a brat throwing a temper tantrum after being denied attention. It was something that he brushed off time and time again as the wind or loose nails or whatever other thing he could think of. Ghost didn’t believe in the paranormal.

At least, he didn’t. But when he wakes up in the middle of the night to hands oh so gently petting his face and chest, an eerie and croaky sounding cry echoing quietly in the room, he starts to believe just a little bit. His eyes slowly peek open when your hand on his face drifts down to cup the back of his neck, your other hand going from his chest to his hip as you press soft and sweet kisses to his chest, focusing particularly around the necklace that laid in the center of his skin. He only got a good look at you when you started rubbing your cheek against his clavicle, that same noise as earlier coming from your mouth.

And god when he saw you.

Your throat was slit open, that much he could make out, wide and deep, so deep that it must have damaged your vocal cords, which explained why you sounded so croaky. The blood from the cut was all down your front, staining your once white t-shirt and the panties that adorned your body. And you looked almost see through, but Ghost could certainly feel how corporeal you were.

Ghost’s eyes quickly shut again when you started to move, straddling his hips as you pressed those same kisses to his face before curling yourself against him, burying your face into his neck. You seemed…..lonely, almost. And Ghost decided he could work with lonely, especially when he had been left feeling the same way for the longest time.

Soap - Baobhan sith

It was a stupid wish, made in the dead of night, when he was lonely and sleep deprived on a mission in the middle of nowhere, his comrades sleeping around him on the forest floor while he took the watch shift. It was a wish for companionship, to not be as lonely as he often felt. Sure, he had the 141, but the 141 were family. Not a lover that would hold him tight, press kisses to his lips, tell him that he was loved and cherished.

And that was when you appeared. He didn’t see you at first, too lost in his own thoughts. You only caught his attention when you shifted, your curious and mischievous eyes peeking out at him from behind a tree trunk. He was stunned for lack of a better word, especially when you came out fully, your long green dress dragging on the ground. What were you doing out here?

He called for you quietly, his voice full of concern. Were you hurt? Looking for help? Lost? He stepped closer but you stepped back, gesturing for him to follow you, to chase you. And it was stupid that he listened. He was a soldier and he was leaving his sleeping comrades defenseless. He shouldn’t have set his gun down and took off after you, no matter how worried he was. But something about you was clouding his judgment, making him lose his way.

He stumbled through brambles and branches, through bushes and mud, your giggling the only sign that he was even going the right way. And then finally, a break in the darkness. A little homey cottage, the sudden light almost feeling blinding to his retinas. But when he opened his eyes again, you were there, excitedly beckoning him again, coaxing him into what was supposedly your house.

Soap knew he should turn back, should wake away, but his body only moved forward, his mind a fog of confused desire as you pulled him in for a kiss, your back pressed against the door. He was putty under your touch, just waiting to be molded into whatever shape you wished for, whatever shape pleased you best.

And apparently what pleased you was having him under you on your soft bed, riding his cock for your pleasure and your pleasure only, batting away his hands every time he tried to touch you. He was desperate for it, for more of you, like you were a drug he’d never be able to come back from, that he’d never stop craving.

And then you came and all he could think of was how you were pulling away, how wanting he was, how he couldn’t let you leave him like this. He didn’t notice the red in your eyes or how sharp your teeth became, how you started to go for his wide open neck, his blood pumping so deliciously fast for you.

And then you were flipped, so distracted by the thought of your own meal that you didn’t notice that he’d grabbed you until it was too late. He pushed your face into the pillows as you started to wiggle, his other hand clenching the meat of your hip tightly to keep you still as he plowed back into you, making you cry out in surprise and pleasure.

He’s overcome with the need for his own pleasure. With the need to drown himself in the pleasure your body gave him. His cock was twitching, he was so close. So so close. He needed it, needed it more than he needed the air in his lungs. He leaned in-

And you screamed.

Your cry was loud and sharp, like a banshee’s wail ringing in his ears. It shattered the haze in his mind, sent the wool flying from his eyes. He looked down and he saw your skin steaming from where his dog tags had touched your back. You seemed relieved with them gone, your body shaking under him, snarling at him over your shoulder.

It clicked for him suddenly, everythinh falling into place like one horrible puzzle that was missing its final piece. He’d grown up on old stories and legends of creatures that harmed humans, ate them down to their bones but were repelled by iron. His tags were steel, so he supposed they were close enough to iron to merit their effect on you.

You watched him. He watched you.

And then all at once he was moving again, finding your little squeak of surprise both amusing and cute. You were confused but he had never been more certain in his life. As he used you like his own personal whore, his mind was made up. You were his now. You couldn’t leave him. You were the first person in so long to take away the loneliness, the pain.

He flipped you onto your back, holding your hands above your head with one hand as the other whipped his dog tags over his head, wrapping them around your wrists as you hissed at him, bucking wildly. It only served to impale you further on his cock, making him groan with delight before his mouth was on your skin, nails raking down your sides now that you were successfully restrained. And he didn’t stop til you were a drooling whimpering mess on his cock, his cream dripping from your sore hole as he pressed kisses along your face and hands. Showing you how good he could please you and take care of you.

And then, you’d come with him, right? You chose him that night in the woods, and he chose you right back. Except instead of a quick meal, you ended up with a Sergeant who was head over heels for you and refused to leave you out in your woods all alone.

At least he was cute.

Hanging out at the bar

Price, jokingly: Have you considered shaving that stupid mohawk? Soap, flatout drunk and very, very serious: Have YOU considered shaving off the rat plastered to your face? Price: ...? Soap, taking a swig of his beer: Didn't think so. Soap-'hawk one, Price-rat zerooOOo! Ghost: Owned, Price. You just got owned. Soap: You're one to talk, Edgelord. Ghost: Wow.

Damm!!!!

i love a man who is the living embodiment of mnt Everest

ghostsoap💀🧼x tlou eps 3 (bill n frank)🍓

i like to draw simon with long hair~ WIP

i think i should draw ghostsoap for valentine's day (HEHE)

Keegan. That’s it, that’s the post.

“keep it tactical” (cw// implied mcd, angst)

COD P☆RN LINKS <3

Ghost: Exchanging photos with Simon

Letting Simon tie you up in your new fishnets

Simon sharing you with Price

trying anal for the first time

Gaz: Bending you over the couch after you pestered him the whole day

Blindfolding you while hitting it from the back Pumping you full with cum while you're face down ass up <3

Making you ride him in your new panties [which will be spoiled and ripped later <3] Fucking in the barracks König: Your thighs hurt but dw K can carry u :3 Fingering his tiny liebling Mating press into the couch Riding him in the backyard, hoping the neighbors wont see Hair pulling and breeding <3 Making you gag on his dick Price: Eating you out in the back cz he couldn't wait Tying his hair up so he can eat you out Using his big hands on his lovie <3 Price catching you using toys Be a good girl for daddy, wont you lovie? Whimper for me darlin'. Soap: He woke you up for this Harder? Wearing your favorite hoodie <3 Filling your cunt up nicely Right on the kitchen counter Making you squirt for him After date night

Dilf!Price x Babysitter!Reader

P!link 🌽

Captain Price: Who eats you out like a starved man cause he's short on cash, slurping and spitting while he humps the bed frame Captain Price: Who pays you with his tongue until he gets cash, you secretly want both- Captain Price: Who puts the kids to sleep before practically devouring you on the kitchen table Captain Price: who freezes when you let out a loud whine before gagging you with his cock [69 position] Captain Price: who thrusts into your mouth with overstimulating you Captain Price: who fills your throat up with his cum before letting you leave Captain Price: who spoils you rotten after he gets his paycheck <3

Spanking kink with John Price [Kinktober Day 16]

TW: Spanking, MDNI, NSFW, M! READER, MLM.

"You’re gonna make me cum too soon, Love." Price’s gravelly voice warns. Not only did you ignore his warning you OPENED your throat more so he slides his cock further down until his short curly hairs tickle your lips. Her tongue flattened along the underside, pressing against the sensitive tip. Causing a knot to tie in Price's stomach and his legs shake slightly.

He gripped your hair, shooting a load down your throat with a groan before grabbing you and pulling you over his lap. Before you could react he delivered a harsh spank to your left ass cheek, leaving a big red mark.

"You think you deserve to cum?" Price's voice rasped delivering another hard spank to your ass. He was practically feral over how your ass jiggled, eyes blowing wide as he watches you squirm and moan with each spank. He continues spanking you for what seems like hours before finally letting you cum. You grabbed your cock and jerked off, still sitting in Price's lap as he watches you blow your load all over your thighs with a shaky whimper.

Cod doodles

Gave him the Leon fit💆‍♀️