Been thinking about it so much. Might write it myself but just—
Soap returning from a Solo mission. He's fucking exhausted, and not really up for talking to any of the other people on the plane (was helo-ed off to a closer base before being flown back, or smth. Don't ask) so he's just, listening. They're newer recruits, all of them, and decidedly don't recognise him. So one of them gets his attention to start warning him about the shit-show of a base they're about to walk into. About Ghost specifically. What not to do around the infamously snappy lieutenant. Shit like "Don't speak to him. Don't look him in the eyes. Don't touch him". Soap doesn't respond, but when they land he makes a point of doing exactly what he was just warned not to— going as far as draping himself over Simon. Not even thinking about it. He's tired, alright? So people kinda just stare, fully expecting the lieutenant to snap. To throw this idiot of a soldier into the nearest wall. Nobody knows what to make of the situation when he doesn't. When he practically melts instead.
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Hybrid Simon Ghost Riley pretends to be a human just so he can "adopt" stray hybrid reader. A little manipulation, and later angst when reader realizes he's not what he seems, and the dynamic is completely thrown off. But it was nice while it lasted, so maybe reader is down to keep pretending?
it really gets your heart racing after a slow week, you know? sometimes, you were restless and antsy — and you needed your giant, strong man to threaten you a little to feel something.
so, you’d pretty much been slutting yourself out to him around the base.
it was unlike you, his demure thing that respected privacy and boundaries as much as he did. but, occasionally — you both liked the thrill. which is why you had taken the chance to be extra chatty and sweet with his men, brushing it off as “i’m a nurse, si. you expect me not to speak to people now?” however, it wasn’t just that. it was the tight outfits, the dropping things on the floor just to bend over right in front of him before he goes off on duty — and worst of all, when he’d give you little to no reaction, the touching.
you’d spot him near the dining hall, a quiet night on the base. he was stood, arms crossed after training some newer recruits and he just looked so fucking big. he wore a long sleeve black thermal shirt, stretched across thick muscle, and black cargo pants, the thick belt accentuating his waist. he had his usual black balaclava on, and his boots added an inch or so onto his already imposing height. you felt yourself fucking clench, and for no reason other than he looked good.
you skip over, all bouncy and smiles and he has to fight not to let a smile slip himself — his eyes softening.
“si!” you smile softly, approaching and he turns his body towards you. simon always gave you his full attention.
“you alright, love?” he gruffs in that low voice, and you can barely contain the horny and dumb expression from sliding across your features, blinking up at him with large doe eyes as you suck on your bottom lip. tease, he thinks.
“missed you, been neglecting me.” you groan, and he can tell by your voice that you don’t really feel any kind of way about it. there’s something bigger at play here and he knows it already.
“was trainin’ the rookies.” his eyes don’t leave yours as you step closer, tits brushing against his stomach.
“mhm? how was it?” you converse sweetly, barely glancing around to see if there were any wandering eyes before reaching down to his belt, playfully tugging at it before your hand wanders lower, feeling his heavy shape under your palm. he harshly grabs your wrist, pinning it in the air as he stares you down, voice dropping an octave.
“you think that’s wise, nurse? doin’ that right here?” nurse. he always calls you that when you’d been bad. bingo.
his intimidating glare makes you falter for just a second, ripping your eyes away to recoup but when you do he moves his head to follow your gaze, stepping forward so you’re backed up against the wall.
“don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try, but it doesn’t come out as confident.
“no? reckon you’ve been behaving this week, then?” he pushes, muscles tight with frustration. he’d been waiting for the chance to pounce, and you’d barely even pushed his button. you hold your chin up, putting on the act.
“i have. i’m a good girl.” you tease and he scoffs, eyes darting about the hallway before grabbing you roughly by the waistband and stuffing his thick arm down there, strong hand pushing past your panties. you let out a quiet yelp when he slides his fingers through slick, tutting at you and pulling his hand out.
“as i thought. all wet over nothing.” he berates, opening your jaw with one hand and stuffing his wet fingers into your mouth with the other. your eyes water as they stare up at him mercilessly, threatening to roll back when you choke on them just a little. you’re saved by the sound of footsteps and he pulls back, a string of saliva following his hand when it departs and snapping against your chin, making you splutter a little, wiping it with the back of your hand.
you think he might let you run off, now that there’s people around but he grasps you by the back of the neck when you turn around, practically walking you like a dog in the direction of your dorm. “c’mon, know you’re fuckin’ dyin’ for it. walk that sorry little arse all the way to your room.” his voice is a mere growl now and all you can do is silently nod, cunt clenching around nothing.
Soap is a wolf hybrid but he can't hide his wolfish parts like others can so he sticks out like a sore thumb. People are scared of him or the braver ones make fun of him. He grew up in hell, always being teased in school and stuff. It got so bad his parents eventually decided to just home school him. They helped him love himself. They love him. He wants to go out in the world and travel around but it's rough for him not being to shift on anything. He finds a flyer one day for a traveling circus that he and his family go to see.
It was a fun time. He even saw some other people like him on the crew. As his family is leaving, he gets approached by a man with mutton chops and a cigar. (it's Price). He hands Soap another flyer, for a late night show, Soap barely looks away from the man for a second but when he looks again he's gone.
Long story short, the late night show is for "freaks" but they're not mistreated and shit like that. The show let's them show off, be a wonder for people to see even if the audience stills gasps in horror or astonishment. Soap wants to be a part of this.
Ghost is there too but he doesn't like to be the center of attention. He's an enforcer, late night security to protect the freaks. (I keep saying freaks but I mean it in a lovely we own that word kind of way. Not in a I think they're gross or ghost thinks they're gross or anything like that way). They're his family. He's very protective of them. Idk what makes him a freak.
Maybe nothing,
(trigger warning for child abuse mention)
Maybe he was perfectly "normal" but his father and brother tormented him and did bad things to him to make him look scary, like scars or something. Or maybe he's another hybrid, maybe an alligator or something so he stays covered up to be hidden idk. But basically he stays in the background. He protect ls his chosen family. And then Soap joins the group.
He volunteers to be a Wolfman character. He has a ball with it. It's fun to embrace who he really is and he likes the attention. Im thinking maybe in some sort of audience interaction after the late night show one day some drunk townies corner him and accuse him of being a fake and they pull on his ears and tail and he just gets pulled back into his childhood of being the freaky pup boy so he can't even defend himself and then this massive dark shadow appears to save the day.
And thats how they have their first real meeting. And you know where it goes from there.
your childhood best friend Johnny, who’s been your friend since you two were in nappies and got each other through your rather rough teen years.
Johnny who joined the military fresh out of school and you thought you’d never hear from him again. but no way in hell he’d leave his best girl behind.
Johnny who has stayed in contact with you in any way possible since the beginning of his military career; texts, calls, letters, postcards, anything and everything, because you’re too special for him to let go of.
Johnny who moved in with you when shit got especially difficult for him, when he found himself without a family to fall back on, to come home to from deployment. all he had was you, all he needed was you.
Johnny who confessed to you when you two had way too much to drink in your shared flat that he’d loved you for years. that for as long as he could remember you’ve been the only girl occupying his mind and owner of his heart; that no other woman he’s been with has come close to making him feel like you do.
Johnny who took you to your bedroom in the heat of sloppy drunken kisses and fumbled to peel your clothes off, a mess of hands and tongues on each other’s skin. who laid you in your bed and fucked you, rolling his hips against yours and burying himself deep inside of you. who had you cum around him twice, three times, you couldn’t keep track that night. who slurred sweet nothings and praises and curses about how good you felt, how much he’d craved you, how much he’s needed you like this.
Johnny who you woke up with the next morning and realized what a mistake you’ve made by crossing that line, and how you couldn’t risk losing him if the two of you started dating. who with a heavy heart agreed to forget it ever happened because it was too complicated and to just go back to how things were.
Johnny who let you into his room every night after that when the ache between your legs was too much for you to deal with alone and reassured you that it’s “just what a good friend would do.”
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So we all know that Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley joined the military because of the 9/11 attacks so what about a story with a reader that had a family member pass because of the 9/11 attacks and maybe it’s a civilian!reader or maybe a military!reader that joined because they wanted to help prevent something like that from happening ever again? It doesn’t have to be about that but it’s could be a detail added that makes a super soft emotional scene.
Idk I’m tired and this just came to me because I haven’t seen anyone write anything like this (yet?) and I’d love to see it!
Put a number in my inbox with a cod character for a fic! Also feel free to add a smidge of context if there's something specific you'd like :) (closed)
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"How was your date?" Ghost
"Where did you go?" Ghost
"You remind of someone, that's all." Roach and Ghost
So it's set in some sort of kings, Queens, knights, peasants, era. You know what I mean? Magic exists. Maybe mythical beasts.
Anyways, Soap is a prince. The youngest child of like 6 or 7 kids, all girls except him. He's also the YOUNGEST as in maybe 10 years between him and his youngest older sister. He was an accident, he was a miracle.
He was a curse. Well, he WAS cursed.
He's cursed in a way where they can't tell anyone that he's cursed. They can't get anyone to actually help him break it. He has to break it himself. But falling in love and being loved in returned. But not just familial love or friend love, we're talking romantic/spicy love. He has a timeline, maybe 30 years or something. If he doesn't break the curse by then, he's turning to stone or something. Idk.
But being a prince, he gets so much attention just because of who he is. So he wants to be sent away to join the army and he doesn't want anyone to know who he is. And he ends up working under Captain John Price. He works alongside Ghost and Gaz.
He's really attached to then both but there's something extra special about Ghost. And they start getting close and Soap is head over heels for this man. What he doesn't know is that his parents couldn't just let him go off unprotected. They swore Price and his most trusted soldier to secrecy. And Ghost was assigned to keep Soap safe.
So while Soap is falling in love, he thinks Ghost is also falling in love but really he's just doing his duty. Ghost is just doing his job. He's protecting a prince. And he can't let himself fall for someone so far above him. He locks away any and all of those emotions that he can to fulfill his duty.
Yeah Soap is a great soldier. He's not like any of the other royal people ghost has met. He works hard. He gets dirty. He's strong. He's loyal. He's.... beautiful....
When ghost realizes that he's in danger of falling in love with his target, he goes to Price and asks him to assign him something else, someone else, ANYONE else, and that he can't do this anymore. He wants a different mission.
But the air around them starts crackling, there's a thick feeling of magic he can almost taste. When he turns behind him, there's Soap. Magic sparks across his skin as if he can't contain it. His blue eyes are shiny with tears.
"What?" He asks, torn between betrayal and horror. "I was just a mission to you?"
Price goes to say something, but Ghost stops him. He looks Soap right in the face and says, "Yes." Even when it tastes like a lie.
Something cracks, loud, and even though it was the sound of his magic taking him away, back to the palace, Soap knows it was the sound of his heart breaking. He's literally so crushed he can barely breathe. He scared the hell out of some palace maids that were cleaning his room. One of them gasps and points to his hand where the tips of his fingers are turning to stone.
Someone runs off to get his family. he pulls open his shirt, and his chest is also turning to stone. No wonder he was struggling to breathe.
And then, idk, there's some dramatic stuff with his family and ghost and he rushes to the palace only to be too late. Soap is fully stone.
And then you could leave it there to be sad or you could also have it be where yeah he was late, but it's never too late for true love. And then there's a happy ever after.
