#ghosts-tober

🌿 do you feel like you’re being watched? 🍃

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hosted by @callsign-handler for the month of October (get it, CoD 10 = October, and the anniversary is in November…no? okay…)

each day will have a prompt that’s up for the participant’s interpretation! whatever comes to mind is fair game as long as it’s CoD: Ghosts related, and all mediums are welcome: art, writing, cosplay, edits, etc as long as it’s created by YOU!!!

(suggested characters are also listed for some days, which do not have to be followed exactly! feel free to get creative ^_^=!!!)

event tag: #ghosts-tober

(feel free to tag this account, I will be lurking in the tag to try and reblog every post participating!)

(special thanks to @logan-wlkr for making the prompt list graphics <3)

text version below!

Not once.

No pillowcases full of candy, no plastic pumpkin buckets, no sticky fingers from fun-sized bars.

When he was a kid, Halloween was just another night to keep the porch light off and stay quiet while his mother muttered about “strangers” and “weirdos.”

He’d watched other kids through the window sometimes, superheroes and ghosts and princesses darting under streetlights, but that was it. Watching.

Then he grew up, joined the Corps, and the years blurred.

Until now.

The street glowed orange under porch lights and jack-o-lanterns. Leaves scuttled along the pavement, rustling under little boots and candy bags. Somewhere down the block, somebody’s Bluetooth speaker was playing Monster Mash.

And Keegan Russ, the man who had fought in wars, driven trucks through fire, and faced down real monsters, was standing on the sidewalk in a full Jason Voorhees costume, trying very hard not to grin like an idiot behind the mask.

You were still adjusting the collar of his coveralls. “You sure it fits?”

He gave a low grunt that was meant to sound unimpressed but came out shy. “Yeah. It’s, uh… fine.”

You tugged the mask straight on his face. “You look terrifying.”

“Good,” he said, muffled through the plastic. “That’s the point, right?”

From behind you, your daughter squealed, waving her toy machete. “Daddy! Daddy, come on! They have Reese’s!”

“Yeah, okay, okay, jeez, don’t run in the street!” he called automatically, jogging a few steps to catch up. He looked back at you once, as if for reassurance. You nodded.

He followed her up the walkway to the first house, your phone already out to catch it. The porch light was glowing, a “please knock” sign set out beside a pumpkin carved to have snoopy on it.

“Go ahead,” Keegan murmured.

His daughter turned to him so fast, her little mask went crooked over her cheek. “You have to say it too!”

He huffed through the hockey mask. “Sweetheart, I’m thirty-nine years old. I don’t think-”

“Daddy, say it!” she demanded, stomping her little boot.

You tried not to laugh. “You heard the boss.”

Keegan looked between you both, the scarred Marine reduced to a man cornered by love. He sighed, stepped up beside her, knocked, and together they yelled:

“TRICK OR TREAT!”

The door opened. A woman in a witch hat blinked, then laughed. “Oh my God, is that Keegan under that mask?”

Before he could mumble anything, his daughter gasped and bounced on her toes. “Yeah! That’s my daddy! He’s Jason!”

The woman grinned and dropped an extra handful of candy into her bucket. “Well, Jason, you’re doing a great job scaring the neighborhood.”

Keegan ducked his head, suddenly bashful behind the mask. “Thank you, ma’am.”

By the third house, he was into it. play-growling through the mask, letting his daughter direct their “mission.” She’d whisper, “Okay, Daddy, you be spooky,” and he’d lumber up the walkway in exaggerated slow motion while she cackled and announced, “We’re the Voorhees family!”

Every so often he’d glance back at you. shoulders shaking just a little from trying not to laugh.

When they reached the corner, your daughter ran back to him, pail overflowing. “Daddy, look! I got Twix and Snickers!”

Keegan crouched to see, big gloved hands gentle on her bucket. “That’s good work, baby. Real tactical sweep.”

“learned from the best!” She said with a toothy, sans a few that the tooth fairy paid for, grin.

He barked a laugh that startled even him, then lifted her up to sit on his shoulders. Her tiny Jason mask bumped against the top of his when she leaned her chin on his head. Two halves of the same grin.

“Hold on tight,” he said, voice rumbling with pride.

You caught up, breath misting in the cold. “You having fun, Jason?”

He looked down at you, eyes bright through the holes. “More than I should admit.”

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Later, back home, he kept the mask on while helping her sort candy. “Alright, regulation says we check for razor blades,” he intoned gravely.

“Daddy, nobody does that anymore!”

He pointed at her with the fake machete. “That’s what they want you to think.”

You were laughing too hard to stop him.

When the candy was counted and your daughter finally asleep, he stood by the window, mask pushed up on his head, watching the last kids heading home.

“Never thought I’d get to do that,” he said quietly.

You stepped behind him, wrapped your arms around his waist. “You earned it.”

Day 1 of #ghosts-tober, ODIN, hopefully I'll get to post day 2 and 3 if I remember which will be unlikely, as I will be hanging out with my friends today. As per usual.

Its the two astronauts floating around as the US gets blown to bits and the Walker brothers are busy scrabbling around trying to not die

I need to finish CoD Ghosts eventually... and rewatch a gameplay to refresh my brain honestly