“what Master Do I Serve? What Am I Supposed To Say? Jesus?”

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EVERY PERSON

EVERY SINGLE PERSON

WHO REBLOGS

WILL BE GIVEN A SUPER HERO/VILLAIN NAME

AND THEIR USELESS SUPER POWER

IN THEIR ASK

Coney Island- Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Based on a request:

Helloo, it's my first ask here but i saw something on tiktok about having a specific type of a guy that's; closed off, stoic and stuff but he has a soft spot for a specific person and reader thinking its them but no. I just need angst😭 honestly. That's all thank you!!

F!Reader, death of character(s), angst, platonic!relationship, no happy ending --

Months before your death, that is when he broke your heart. He was so cold and rude to most people on base but there was one person who could touch Simon and talk past Ghost. The men of the task force were on his best side, but she was on the special side of his life. You always thought it was you, the one who could be his entire life only to find out you weren't even on the list.

He never spoke much of his life to you, you only heard bits from the other men but as any fool does you believed it was for him and you to have some sort of good place in this Earth. For months he gave you flickers of hope and you sure believed they were real. Each time you thought you were passing those high walls of his, there seemed to be a new wall you never heard of. A labyrinth with no way out and the way in has been closed off by spikes. His cruel words of that day were such spikes.

"Lieutenant-" you paused as you had seen him and the girl sitting on the bench, how he was so open to her. All his emotions were out for her to see and hear. He painted the sky with his hurt and past but it was for her eyes only, never to be yours. All the questions you asked, only to be spoken to her, never to you. You'd jump in front of a bullet, grenade or anything to protect his past and mind and he'd discard it. His insecurities, fears and all those years of trauma, laid for her and her only.

It was clear then that it was a team of two, him and her. You began to question it all, the nights he asked about your life, telling you...no, pleading you to tell him, that it was the only way for him to open up to you. The nights you cried to him, all your weapons laid for him to point them and shoot you in the back. Losing your mind over minor mistakes and still he held her close, never you.

If I pushed you to the edge But you were too polite to leave me?

The day he lost you, what a nightmare was that day. The smoke in the streets, the passing bullets, one for your chest and the invisible one for his heart. Despite the hurt he brought upon you, you never left. The reason even to this day makes his head ponder. What is he now? Why is he alive and not you? The blood that leaked from your body, the way his hands were painted with crimson, how he lost you and gained a new shade to paint the skies for her.

Will you forgive my soul When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

Every time he could, there he was. Talking about his sorrows to you now underground. The flowers that he replaced every time he was there, always fresh for the garden he forgot to make while you were alive. The first question he would ask you in the afterlife or in the next life is, "Can you forgive me?" and would you? Can you be so delicate with his dying heart?

Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest grey?

Back at the place where he knew he lost you, you were alive then but that morning he lost his friend. "R/N, listen to me, it's not that I don't trust you-" you shake your head and chuckle. "No? Then what is it, lieutenant? Hate? shame? I told you about all of me and now here you are. I am me, I can't be someone else, all of me has been shown to you! And you can't trust me? This is rubbish, sir! I can't hide anything from you, here I am...what more can't you see!" That is all you wanted, just a little piece of him because he took all of you.

Coney Island, the place where he saw your first death.

And when I got into the accident The sight that flashed before me was your face But when I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name

Eighteen months after your death, that's when he got into the worst gunfight of his career. Everyone was injured that time, Soap with a bullet in his leg, Gaz with a severe concussion, Price laid on the floor as blood dripped down from his shoulder and there he was, alone and behind a wall, tears ran down his face. The first time he was scared in a long time was that night. Bullet on his arm, cut by his torso and the image he had of you by his chest dripped with his blood.

The speech he gave at your funeral, how in his many years of service he had never been so afraid to speak. The room filled with friends and family, all looked at him. He felt as if they all knew the pain he caused your heart, what if they did? GODDAMNIT WHY NOW!

"The funniest person I had by my side was her, stupid jokes I learned from her now said to others." The speech went on for 10 minutes because he had more to say than the five sentences to say. And in each sentence, none of them had your name. He was afraid to even say it for he had no right to ever say your name not after he was the one with the knife on Coney Island.

But I think that I forgot to say your name Over and over

As he felt his life near the end, the last thing he saw was your face, fingers caressing the photograph.

"R/N," was his last breath.

Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.

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Vampire v2 (Ghost x reader)

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I wasn't fully satisfied by Vampire v1, so here is v2? Better? Worse? We shall see :)

Summary: You were done having the life sucked out of you by the one person you care the most about

Warnings: Hurt/no comfort, language, argument

Inspired by 'Vampire' - Olivia Rodrigo

Masterlist

He was pushing you away, you could feel it as each day went on, you felt the distance he began to put between the two of you, draining you of your energy each second that he refused to meet your eyes, each time he pulled away from your touch, and avoided you in the halls and on missions. You got a few passing phrases if you really tried, but your efforts began to diminish as he sucked the fight out of you. 

You woke up that day in a strangely good mood, deciding, for your own wellbeing, you’d go at today with optimism, sick of the lingering sadness that burned behind your eyes at all hours of the day. You bounded down the hallway to the showers with a new pep in your step, a smile on your face as you pass people walking in the other direction, but you felt the effects of the fabrication of your mood quickly as you see him suddenly, not expecting to have to come face to face with him quite yet. 

Deciding to try and keep the act up, you give him a light smile as you pass, hoping that he’ll maybe acknowledge you, that he makes the eye contact you had been longing for, but all your hope suddenly drained as he pretended not to see you as he stormed by, clear anger gracing the small amount of skin you could see under his mask.

You glanced behind you as he passed, hurt apparent in your features as you looked at the back of his head, quickly walking away from you, away from everything you had built over the years, you finally realized it was gone. 

The day immediately became gray, your mood soured and ruined, and you knew the others could see it as well, no one acknowledged it though, but you saw the looks of pity that graced everyone’s faces as they looked at you. 

By the end of the day, you decided enough was enough, you couldn’t go on each day this way, it was affecting your work, your teamwork on missions, and your skills in the field, and that was dangerous for not only you, but for everyone on your team. You loved them all dearly and decided that the risk just wasn’t worth it anymore.

You approached his door and stopped in front of it, looking down at your feet, shaking hands intertwined in front of your chest as you prepared to knock, thinking about all the things you had to say to him. You finally got up the courage to knock, tentatively, slowly, almost hoping he wasn’t even there so you didn’t have to do this. 

Some rustling could be heard from behind the door, quiet footsteps approaching you, the door abruptly swinging open to let you inside. He didn’t have to look at you to know who it was, but he didn’t say a word as he closed the door behind you.

You stood with your back facing him, pacing back and forth, shaking your hands out, trying to get the anxiety to leave your limbs. You didn’t want to look weak, this wasn’t about to be some plead for forgiveness, you weren’t about to beg for his affections, you needed to stand up for yourself, so that was what you did.

You let out a deep sigh before starting, “what the hell is going on Simon?” you ask suddenly, cutting right to the chase. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hear him huff from behind you, causing you to whip around suddenly, an incredulous look in your eyes as you finally look at him for the first time that night. 

“How do you lie without flinching?” You ask simply, tilting your head to the side in mock confusion, an irritated look curtaining your sight. You both knew what was going on, he was just too stubborn to admit it. You felt foolish to think he might participate in this, throw you a bone maybe. 

He said nothing at this, his stare intense, all consuming, you missed when that gaze would soften at the sight of you, but now, it was like you were any other passerby to him, nothing.

Your tamped down anger began to resurface gradually, you could feel it slowly branch from your heart, sinking into your every vein and nerve ending, his lack of care unearthing every emotion you had been keeping in for the past couple weeks. 

“What a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill. I can’t figure out just how you do it, and god knows I never will, Simon.” You spit out, anger lacing your low tone. 

He continued on with the silence, you knew he could shut down when arguments got too intense, especially with you, but you couldn’t do this anymore, the malice just began pouring out, unable to be stopped as you persisted on.

“How’s that castle built off people you pretend to care about?” You laugh sarcastically, “just what you wanted, cool guy, you got it.”

Your mind started to race with all the moments he had told you he cared about you, the rare occasion he would express his love, the rage finally branching down your spine and into your arms, sprouting from your fingertips, unable to be contained at the thought of him throwing it all away, throwing you away. 

“You said it was true love, but would that be hard?” You scoff dryly, “You can’t love anyone because that would mean you have a heart,” your voice gradually getting louder, “I tried to help you out, now I know that I can’t,” exasperated resentment drips from each syllable. “Because how you think is the kind of thing I’ll never understand.” 

Your voice began to crack towards the end, you cleared your throat and gathered yourself before continuing, you wouldn’t look weak in front of him anymore.

“I loved you truly, but I’ve gotta laugh at the stupidity? Because I’ve made some real big mistakes, but you make the worst ones look fine. I should’ve known it was strange, you only come out at night, I used to think I was smart, but you made me look so naive,” a frustrated tear began to slip out, so you quickly swiped it away before your heavy hand dropped back at your side, you watched as his eyes followed your hand in its movements.

You saw the look in his eyes falter slightly at your words, but you turn away once again, not wanting him to get to you, “I’m done Ghost,” you make a point to stop using his real name, “I can’t do this anymore, you’ve bled me dry of all my emotional, my fight is gone, this isn’t healthy anymore, but was it really ever? Not to be cliche, but you’ve bled me dry like a goddamn vampire, and I’m done.” 

You began to walk out, not having anything else to say, he didn’t have any rebuttal, nothing to defend himself, he said nothing. Suddenly he grabbed your wrist and tried to get you to turn around, your heart quickly jumping to your throat at the action, but you quickly wrenched your hand from his grasp, glaring down at his hand, and meeting his eyes a final time. You saw the built up pain and hurt in them, it broke your heart that much more, before you turned and walked out, not looking back. Not ever again.

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