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When there isn’t 20 new fics for me to read after refreshing the tag (I just finished reading everything and have absolutely no patience)

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Change of plan

Price being a dad and Simon being autistic, with a side of Ghoap, enjoy!

Captain Price was absent from training. Actually, every Captain and higher was absent from everything. They had one of those monthly meet ups where they learned about useless things no one wants to know. Maybe it was the administration team sharing their suffering with them?  

Anyways, everyone was dozing off. Some were like teenagers trying not to get caught playing games on their phones, others were taking a nap and some rares were actually listening.  

Captain Price was about to doze off, not fully listening, but not asleep just yet.  

‘’... And as we said last meeting the MREs will be changed for the new formula. The crates will arrive next week so we ask that you help clear out any old MREs, as they will be considered unregulated. ‘’ 

Price’s head shot up when he heard that statement, looking almost terrified.  

‘’Something to say, Price?’’  

The man shook his head, his voice would be too strained to be convincing. Already, he was reliving an old nightmare.  

When the meeting ended, he immediately went to the kitchen to steal every old formula MREs he could find, putting them in a special stash that every staff of the kitchen knew not to touch. He did the same for every other place that gave away MREs.  

The stash looked glorious, if he was honest. But he couldn’t quite be proud of himself, the dread of the coming storm weighing on him.  

And it weighed on him for the next week, when they brought the new crates. Then every day after that. His pile was getting smaller every day, and no one was prepared for what was coming.  

… 

Two weeks later. The stash is empty. It’s about to begin.  

The first meal was given to Ghost, and Price sweated as he observed his (son)soldier. Ghost frowned at the meal that was given to him at the cafeteria. Yeah, usually soldiers are given a plate and warm food if they’re not out in the field. But Ghost was a man of routine, and for some reasons he preferred eating MREs every day rather than break that routine.  

He kept frowning as he sat down next to Soap. He looked at the package, noticing every difference. Opened it, groaned at the unusual side dishes given. Usually, he’d get dry crackers with a nutty paste to put on it, as well as a dry cookie and the main meal. This time, he got a fucking pop tart with a granola bar.  

He threw the offending items aside and focused on the main dish. A ratatouille... Something he’d never been served in an MRE before.  

And Price witnessed Ghost get up without eating, throwing everything in the trash.  

He didn’t show up at the next meal. And the next, Price had to ask Soap to find him and get him to eat at least something.  

The hunger must’ve gotten hard to deal with, because the next day he showed up at lunch and got his usual. He sat down, frowning, and opened the MRE. At least now he knew it would be different. He still grimaced at the pop tart, but at least got the main dish warm and tried to taste it. It was a gratin, hard to miss.  

Wrong.  

Ghost only took a couple of bites before he threw the whole thing out.  

The granola bar was the next victim.  

And Jesus was Ghost annoying when his routine was broken up, even worse when he was hungry. He’d snap at everyone, fight on sight and got more violent the more he felt weakened by the lack of nutrients.  

‘’Price, what’s going on with Ghost? He’s barely eating and he almost broke someone’s arm during sparring!’’  

‘’I know... It’s the new MREs, we just have to endure it until he gets used to it.’’ Price sighed, but Soap’s look of confusion didn’t change. He couldn’t blame him. The first time it happened Price was certain that it was a PTSD attack. Ghost had sent a handful of soldiers to the hospital for simply brushing against him.  

‘’He’s like this because of the MREs? What’s different about them?’’  

‘’I don’t know, ask him he’d probably tell you all about it.’’ Price sounded tired, and he was. He knew Ghost couldn’t help it, but it was still a tiring dance.  

But weirdly, Soap did just that.  

The next meal, he sat next to Ghost and waited for a sign of discontent. It came fast, and Soap asked what was the matter. At first, he received short answers, but it seemed like a dam broke when he asked ‘’What’s so different about them?’’.  

And boy, no one ever heard Ghost speak so much. Soap hadn’t understood all that was said, but he understood that there was too much protein additives into it, changing the taste, as well as American brands forcing themselves in there. There was also something about ‘’changing the classic recipes’’...  

But while Ghost was ranting about it, he actually finished eating his meal without noticing. He was also way less grumpy during the next hours. When the next meal came, he didn’t eat it all, and went back to his gloomy self.  

So, Soap asked the next day. And the day after. Eventually Ghost got used to the new meals and everything went back to normal.  

Except that if anyone dared to mention the weird taste of the MREs, Ghost appears out of nowhere to explain exactly why that is.  

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Bonus:  

‘’... It should take you two weeks, solo, minimum communication. If you do it well it can take one week only. Are you in? ‘’  

Price was looking intensely at Ghost for any sign of emotion in his eyes. They were in his office, lights off.  

‘’I said, are you in?’’ technically, he knew he was in. But he always had to make sure his soldiers understood the mission and accepted to take part. 

‘’I don’t know, Captain. Will the green tea be refilled when I come back?’’  

The green tea?...  

‘’Oh for fuck’s sake Simon!’’ Price had accidentally bought black tea instead of green when he had to refill the box. Actually, it wasn’t on accident, there was just no more of the usual green tea so he took black tea from the same brand.  

‘’You’re a bloody nightmare! Yes it will be refilled properly!’’  

Ghost straightened up a bit, nodding.  

‘’Then I accept the mission.’’ Smug bastard. 

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This is 100% inspired by my reaction to new meals

Also I said I wouldn't write anymore but with school I don't have much time to draw, so writing it is

first mini fanfiction im so sorry if its horrible guys im trying😭🫶 (disclaimer: hate will be blocked and removed, this is jst smth silly i thought maybe ppl will be intrested in, may be spelling errors and grammar errors)

pink is yn, pink and slanted is yns thoughts, blue is ghost

Ghost being your mentor in the 141

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Youve just arrived at the 141 base a few weeks ago, your previous CO has bumped you up to a higher role, joining the 141. Which means higher pay, higher respect and more experience!

0630, training begins. On your way to the gym, you check the bulltin board in the hallway, which reads what higher up youll be training one on one with. Oh no. Ghost. Look, its not like you have bad blood with Ghost, hes just well.. huge, and very scary. Well thats probably better then Soap, whoever that is. Whats with his callsign? must be a good cleaner.

You make your way to the gym, opening the door and taking in your soroundings, all the rookies, a few of them being roudy and shoving eachother around, a man with a bucket hat and a beard... and the infamous skull masked man staring directly at you. Shit. You lock eyes. Staring compititon? Maybe? No? Is he zoned out? Whats happening right now? He beckons you over with a nod, you slowly approach.

"Hi."

He nods. "Ghost. Your trainer."

He speaks?

"Hi."

"Youve already said that."

Whoops.

You look up at him in fear.

He sighs.

"Name?"

"Y/n."

He walks to the sparring mat, expecting you to follow. You follow. He turns to face you.

"Lets start with the basics. Step up on the mat."

You step up.

"Stand like this." He stands like hes prepared to fight.

You copy. Your not very good at copying.

"No. Like this. Fists higher up."

"I am?"

"No your not."

He grabs your wrists and adjusts your stand.

"Better, Try and throw a punch."

You awkwardly throw a punch at his side. He dodges

"That was shit, harder. Be quicker on your feet."

You throw another punch at his gut, actually hitting him.

"Better, not hard enough."

You punch again. It hits his side.

"Harder."

You punch and miss.

"Harder."

You punch harder.

"Atta girl. Again."

You throw a punch, instead of just dodgong, he dodges and grabs your fist and sweeps undrr your legs.

You fall. Your on the ground. This is embarrassing.

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Uhhh, past 2? this is short i dont plan on making it a full fanfiction but maybe?

his dead fish eyes and silly mask intrigue me

not satisfied but i refuse to work on this any longer

Ghost: disrespect abounds here

REAL. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPEND NEXT..

i am once again sad over the ending of History's Six. can you imagine the terror Joe would feel when he learns what happened to Lena. Right after he said he was ready to start a family, mind you.

He knew the risks of his job. It's not easy being a seal, even harder for the family. With every mission there's the risk of not coming back home, leaving a worried wife behind. But he never considered the other way around did he? The possibility of Lena dying never occurred to him, even after Nasry told them he had men out there. Maybe he should've believed Ricky, maybe he should've called the mission off like he suggested. But he put the mission first, and they lost Nasry, and now it cost him his wife. How sad must it be for a team leader. How will Joe ever cope with that 😭

Me on tumblr.

REAL

This is how i imagined 141 looking at Konig when he's added to the story with no context:

Also, when he's replacing Gaz.. like, who is this guy..

shitpost art study with Ghosty