#ghostcod

he likes to do little things around the house, repairing stubborn outlets and light switches, fixing the plumbing, tending to your car. he mows the lawn for you, not because you can't do it, but because why should you have to? he's right there.

why would you lift a finger? why would you soil those soft hands when he's got far more blood staining his? not to mention the nerve damage. not that he'd say it like that. he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty so long as yours stay clean.

Things aren't always as you think they are, and that also applies to your very stoic, big, and quiet monster of a man, which also happens to be your husband.

He isn't affectionate, not in the normal sense at least. But for you he's perfect.

It's something complicated to explain, it's almost poetic how you both compliment each other so well, how your bodies seem to fit together, they connect as you are quick to climb on top of him as he watches TV, his big hand sprawled on the back of your waist, but it's only like that for a few minutes, before you get tired of the position and get up, you kiss his forehead and he gives your hair a last stroke before you move to do something else.

You're both like cats, demanding affections and then leaving as soon as it gets a tad bit too much.

Like the moment Simon arrives from a long deployment, he hugs you on the front door, not even letting you close it before he's engulfing you with his big frame, his nose pressed against your neck, and just a gruff "Missed you" leaves his chapped lips. You put your hands on his back, gently stroke it, not knowing if he had a bruise, or a new scar marring his skin, you don't care, in the sense where you don't mind the scars, but you do care about him being injured.

A few moments pass before he lets go of you and you do too, before he lets out a.

"I'm sorry luv, I'm so tired"

And you just nod, soft smile on your face as you accompany him to the bedroom, you help him undress, and then he dissapears into the bathroom for a good hour9, before he comes out, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still a bit damp, and just when he finishes putting on his pajamas, he collapses onto the bed into a very deep sleep, which usually meant for you to not interrupt it.

Simon isn't used to cuddling while he sleeps, specially since he gets startled easy, just a small shift on your dreams and he's awake. And to be honest, you had gotten used to it, sometimes it was a bit suffocating having a big arm clutching at you for life when you're trying to sleep.

simon waking up from a 5 year coma, confused and dazed. he had no recollection of anything, he had no idea where he was at, it felt like he forgot to even breathe.

waking up was terrible, the feeling of a tube lodged down his throat as it breathed for him. he coughed and coughed for what felt like forever , feeling the rough pats of the nurses hands on his back.

“simon simon .. can you hear us?”

the voices were so foggy, he was so dazed so confused. wtf is going on?

“do you know where you are?”

“do you know your name?”

“y-y/n ..” he spit out, looking around as he began to realize he was in a hospital bed.

the rain and thunder outside did not help this scary situation. as he began to regain consciousness he got more scared. he needed his wife .. you were the only thing he could remember ..

the call was not easy to get. it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t great either. you were so happy he was awake again, you knew he would get up you had faith that’s why you never pulled the cord. simon waking up was nothing but good news for you, until you realized he may not remember you.

you were 5 months pregnant when simon went into a coma. head trauma in the field, it almost costed him his life.

“4 surgeries within two days.. i remember seeing him, seize for the first time.. he-he looked at me like he was asking me for help before his eyes rolled back .. he clung onto me i-i ..” you grabbed the tissue box again, dabbing your eyes as your therapist laid her hand on your knee.

“i’m so sorry.. that is a traumatizing thing to experience, especially while pregnant. what is healthy and important, is that you are getting these feelings out.”

your son was now 4 and a half, birthday in 2 months. you had made the plan to have a little get together at your home, your parents and simon’s.

you never moved on, and you never let your boy not know who his dad was. you guys visited him every week for a while, until you had to pick up two jobs to support you and your son. of course your parents and his helped, and visited Simon wit your son while you worked. but you haven’t been to the hospital in about 4 months. you felt guilty, but you knew that you had to support your son.

so, when you got the call that simon was awake, really awake, had to leave work. your boss agreed and understood completely, giving you the rest of the week off instead.

the drive to pick your son up from school was silent, processing in your mind the news. were they sure it was your simon? simon riley?

“daddy?” your son asked again as you strapped him into his chair. “that’s right.. we’re gonna go see daddy.”

by the time you guys got to the hospital, simon was beginning to finally speak clear, coherent sentences.

“it’s truly amazing how he was able to sorta come back this quick .. usually with brain traumas and comas it takes a while for patients to even begin walking y-your husband is able to walk, talk just fine ..”

you watched him through the glass on the his room, he had yet to notice you both, he was talking to the psychiatrist. his doctor gave you the run down,,l information and topics to maybe stray away from as to not trigger him.

“he thinks you left him.. doesn’t really seem to remember ..” he motioned to your son, who was occupied laughing at another baby.

making your way into the room felt like a heat flash. your body felt like it was pulsing, your head dizzy. when you pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landed on yours.

“daddy!” your son yelled, clapping. obviously, he couldn’t read the room.

“i think i’m gonna step out, i’ll come back in about an hour okay?” he smiled to you both before making his exit.

simon was star struck, he was frozen. your son was practically leaping out your arms so you let him go, watching as he crawled up onto Simon.

for the first time since walking in his eyes left yours, and met your sons large, brown eyes. “daddy!”

simon’s hands shakily, very hesitantly grabbed your son, as if this was the first time he was holding a baby. which, it kinda was. he was so scared of hurting him or doing the wrong thing. but as soon as your son wrapped his arms around his neck, simon hugged him back, tears dropping from his eyes.

you watched, teary eyes yourself, realizing you finally had your family back.

as soon as he steps through the door and takes his balaclava off, you attack him with kisses and hugs. he´s been gone for months now, on dangerous missions and you´re just happy to have your husband back in your arms again.

ghost holds you close to him, his arms wrapped around you tightly as he enjoys your warmth and scent.

he softly kisses the top of your head, "miss me lots, angel?"

"very," you grin up at him, your arms running down the sides of his bicep.

"i missed you too, lovie-" he suddenly sneezes, interrupting himself as he sniffles in embarrassment.

he coughs lightly, making you raise an eyebrow.

"let´s just ignore that, my love,"

"um let´s not?", you scoff, touching his forehead with the back of your hand, feeling him heating up, "you´ve clearly caught yourself a cold."

"love, it´s not that deep-" he begins.

"bed. now." you shut him up.

ghost frowns and pulls back slightly from your touch, trying to hide his discomfort, "i´m fine, lovie. it´s just a little sniffle, nothing to worry about,"

he tries to walk past you, but you block his way and cross your arms in front of your chest. ghost sighs heavily, desperately attempting to stifle a cough. he knows he won´t win this argument.

"fine, you win. i´ll go rest for a bit," he says, his thumb softly stroking the side of your face, "but don´t pamper me too much, alright?"

he grumbles as he makes his way to your shared bedroom, secretly enjoying your concern and care.

"oh, i will pamper you, big boy," you say, both your hands finding your hips, "lucky for you, i made soup and don´t pout, simon, it´s your favourite," you tell him, pinching his nose.

ghost can´t help but smile at your words,

"you always know how to take care of me, sweetheart."

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i got soul but i’m not a soldier 😋

(winter soldier!ghost anybody?)

Have you seen the new MW4 trailer?🥹🌸 I was so Happy to see Ghost! Yet I'm scared like.. why is he going to attack Price? And why's Price working with Valeria?😭 I have questions!

Please don't let them kill Ghost in this one like they did with Soap in MW3 😭

Also some edit I did of the scenes Ghost appeared 🌸✨️