⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ 𑣲your puppy𑁤

He usually ignores them, has no interest in much of anything besides when he'll be sent back to base and what he'll eat the next day. But the words that only flick across his screen have him pausing, opening the text.

Unknown number: dad? Cam you pick me up(? My frriends dirched me and I feel weirf

And the thing is, ghost is no vigilante, hardly even a good person. But he knows too well what sort of situation this is. Has seen it, has played it, has been bystander to it. So he grabs his keys, checks his knife, texts back

You: where are you, kid?

He receives a location pin in return. Shit. Bad part of town for whoever this kid is to be in.

Ghost turns a thirty minute drive into a ten, though it doesn't feel fast enough. Rolls to a stop outside of some club, and spots you.

You, clearly more than drunk, supporting yourself against a fence while two men lean over you.

Ghost will make sure to call price about the bodies. Tried hard enough to make it look like a robbery gone wrong...the smashed in heads may prove that hard to believe. Whatever, not his problem, he's legally dead.

No, ghost is more concerned about you, blinking up at him without a hint of recognition "dad? ...m sorry."

"It's fine, kid," ghost grunts, pulls you by the hand until you can support yourself against him. "Let's get you someplace safe, yeah?"

In retrospect, putting the stranger who was definitely drugged alone in his bedroom without a note wasn't his brightest idea. Ghost doesn't exactly have a guest room, and having you sleep on what is functionally a concrete couch just seems cruel. So he spent the night covering up some impulsive decisions, then panicking when he realized he had no actual food in his apartment and running to the closest 24/7 shop.

Which is how he ends up dropping eight grocery bags on his apartment floor in the attempt to dodge a frying pan.

All credits to you, it leaves an extremely impressive hole in the wall. Lot of force for someone hungover and coming out of being drugged. You glare, wide-eyed, terrified and looking far younger than you had last night "who the hell are you?!"

Ghost, grunts, puts himself on the other side of the room, "I'm dad, apparently."

You know he loves you, there's no secret about that. Ghost is far too blunt and uncaring to put up an act. Still...you notice how underneath the fat he's all muscle and strength and fit. Underneath your fat it's just...fat.

"Lovie? Wots wrong? Yer not eating yer food." Ghost narrows his eyes on his first night back from a two month op.

You've made his favorite, the exact meal you cooked on your first date together. Rich, creamy pasta and buttery garlic bread. You don't touch it, despite how much you want to, despite loading ghost's plate up with two servings.

Instead, you pick at the salad you've come to hate over the past weeks, and mumble "I'm uh...I'm trying to lose some weight, si."

"Huh?!" Ghost gasps, sounding absolutely devastated. "Why would you do that, love? What's wrong, did I do something??"

"What– no!" You flush, avoiding ghosts face even when he takes your hands, "it's just...isn't it embarrassing? Walking around with me when you look so good? I hear what people say..."

People astonished that someone as hot as ghost would take pity on an ugly, fat thing like you. With your double chin and belly that hangs out of nearly every pair of jeans you own.

Ghost, he makes an absolutely wounded noise.

"Embarrassed? Fuck, no lovie. Do y'know how 'ard it is keeping my hands to myself in public?" Ghost grunts, doesn't hesitate to walk around the table and kneel by your seat, looking reverent up at you "how much i want to just leave it all behind and move away with you? How i think about you, all of you, during bad missions?"

Ghost moves the salad out of the way like it personally offended him, spoons that delicious pasta and your favorite amount of sauce onto a plate instead. "I want you, got it? C'mon, eat. Need yer energy before I eat you tonight."

You knew it was bad when his method of warning you was text you received after he was already out the door. John isn't the kind of man to run from his problems. Strategically create distance? Sure. But to refuse to look you in the eye over a request to talk?

It didn't feel good.

You spent the whole day on autopilot, terrified. What the hell could he need to talk to you about? John isn't the man to cheat, you're sure of it. But...did you upset him? Is it bad news?

When john comes home, he looks terrified. Brings you to the bedroom, reaches for a box you didn't know was in the closet, and....pulls out...a...stuffed bear?

"John? What's this about?" You ask, carefully watching your husband. The bear looks like any other, except for the matting of its fluff and lumpy shape, worn down by years of holding. "Is that yours?"

John, your sweet handsome john, he looks near tears when he whispers "he's mine. I...i sleep with him every night. He...helps...me."

You nod, try to avoid any facial expression because you know this is sensitive for him. His body braced, you smile softly "okay. Does he have a name?"

"What?" John genuinely gasps, shallow and breathy like he nearly escaped death. "Yer...yer fine with it?"

"Yes, I'm fine with it. He can stay on the bed or wherever you want him, john." You gently reach out, and when price doesn't pull away you gently pet the bears fur "we can make room for him, yeah?"

Guys i can't lie this lowkey made me chuckle(´_ゝ`)(*≧∀≦)

Anyways methinks all of the cod men would love a fat partner I know bc I asked them and they said they workout and lift crazy weights so they can carry and love and fuck their fat partners.

Genuinely all of them go crazy for a good tummy. Soap is willing to risk it all for a chance to get his mouth down there.

Being the cute store clerk that's never once made rude comments about ghost's scars or Gaz's cane. Maybe you seemed a bit too interested in their stories, smiled a bit too much at ghost or accidentally gave gaz extra change.

Whatever it was, it had them following you home for weeks, taking note of everything.

It's startlingly easy to break in and sneak something into your morning smoothie mix. You don't get to change out of your pajamas before the world is going dark.

You wake up in...not...a cellar?

Or. It's clearly a basement but it doesn't feel like a kidnap-murder basement. The sheets you lie atop of are bug-printed, fairy lights strung to the wall, cozy pillows under your head. Even your metal handcuffs are lined with soft leather.

Over the course of months you'll learn just how to be a good pet under kyles care. Earning privileges like food from your dog bowl instead of fed by hand, introduction to new rooms under gazs watch, new items to keep you entertained.

It's humiliating how fast you adjust.

Taking on your role as a pet. Climbing into ghosts lap for cuddles, kneeling by Gaz's feet while he reads on the porch. Ghost trusting you enough to show you his many bugs.

Omg omg so it's like...the most self-indulgent concept in my head rn so I'm just gonna ramble about being ghosts petplay bug(*≧∀≦)

I like to think it centres heavily around building you the best 'enclosure' so things like leafy or moss style blankets, plenty of places to hide. Pillows that look like logs or sticks, and tons og giant bug plushies!!

Ghost cares a lot about giving you "enrichment" such at a game console, or books, or even puzzles you can solve for treats to mimic bugs scavenging for food! You've got about five different bug accessories, mutliple headband and clip-on antennae. You even get a muzzle styled like a beetles mouth, with really sharp spikes so you can "bite" him for handling you too much.

Oh, and of course he's feeding you all the snacks you want. He lovingly assembles a snack board for you to eat each day and leaves it on your table disguised as a rock.

To me, it really boils down to ghosts obsession with bugs and his desire to care for you. There's no expectations for you to act a certain way or have a certain amount of energy for him to enjoy it. You could sleep all day and he'd love how cute you are in your leaf cocoon!