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I'm just imagining texting your usual fuck buddy (Soap) to come to your room, except he doesn't. But once you check to see if you actually sent the message, you realize...you accidentally sent it to Ghost instead.
You feel your blood run cold. Oh no.
Not only is Ghost going to finally figure out you've been sleeping with Soap, but you're going to get into so much trouble. This is fraternization!
You quickly type up an excuse and send it to your Lieutenant. You really hope he hasn't read either message. Your face feels so hot, and you're so embarrased you think you might burst.
You sit up and try to move towards the edge of the bed, but a shadow in the corner stops you. Instead of embarrassment you feel a cold, creeping fear that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
It's Ghost.
He's some how already made it inside your room...and he's been waiting for you to realize he's there.
#cod imagines#mw2#call of duty#mw2 headcanons#simon ghost riley#cod mwii#john soap mactavish#simon riley x reader
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I'd love to hear your reasonings why. Bc I genuinely can't decide.
#call of duty#cod imagines#mw2#mw2 headcanons#simon ghost riley#cod mwii#john soap mactavish#captain price#kyle garrick
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I am struggling not to b-b-bark! 🐶
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#my toes are curling and im shrinking into a ball of nothingness#thank you for this delicious fucking food#every time i see this persons art my ovaries pop like popcorn#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#soap call of duty#cod
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This ^
But also I really love the idea he's met a rc out in the wild at some gala event before she was ever attached to the 141. And when they finally do meet again it's like...damn.
This could've been really nice but you had to ruin everything.
Toni, i've a question for ya. How do you feel about Makarov? (Personally I think he's hot and i absolutely would let him rock my world if i didn't think he'd kill a woman, or anyone for that matter, for hitting on him.)
uhm smash, what? he is hot, hello.
i feel like he'd have some little secret tucked away nice and safe in some tiny town and she's like a elementary school teacher or something.
gag is, she doesn't even remember him. he remembers her, though, after all those years. (secret middle school crush or something)
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I'm just imagining an a/b/o dynamic where the entire 141, including you, are all Alphas. Except, after a few years of such close contact something starts to shift.
You start to become an Omega.
"Why is this happening to me?" You all but wail. It hurts to breathe, everything feels like it's on fire. Your stomach twists again, painful cramps shooting white hot lighting up your spine. "Why does it hurt so bad?"
Your pack is all around you, trying to soothe you in anyway they can but it's not working. Everything hurts, your teeth feel like they're going to crack from how tight you have them gritted. The wave of pain ebbs for a few gracious seconds before starting up all over again. You whine and sob and reach out for any of your team.
"Whats going on?" Price huffs, his cool hand cupping at your face. His touch is the barest relief even as he drags down one of your lower eyelids. He tuts in an intense concern. "Simon, have you seen this before?"
The larger male drops to one knee. He gives you a quick once over before dipping his head towards yours. He presses the front of his mask to the crown of your head. Through your labored panting you barely hear him take in a deep inhale of scent.
He coughs and stands back up too quickly. Judging by his flighty gaze, something is seriously wrong. Another tremor of pain wracks your body. You open mouth squeal. It's getting so much worse.
"Simon!" Soap growls, trying to bring his fellow alpha back from whatever memory he'd fallen into. "What's wrong wit' 'er?"
"She's turning into an Omega."
Everyone in the room turned their gazes towards Ghost, even you, despite your pain. You? An Omega? But you've always been and Alpha. It was part of the necessary requirements to be a part of the 141. You'd been genetically tested, hormonally tested, and aptitude tested. You were a full blooded Alpha coming from generations of Alphas.
"There's...ngh...no way." You hiccup out, tears blurring your vision.
"That doesn't make any sense. That can't happen." Gaz adds. He rubs at your back. His cool touch soothes even more of your pain into a dull throb, but it isn't enough.
"M' n' Alpha!" You cry out in anguish, the first of many tears finally dripping down your cheeks.
Something about Ghost's words hurt worse than any pain your body was making you go through. Try as you may to deny it, he was right. You could feel your body changing, altering, breaking and bending.
"Why is this happening to me?" You wail.
"There's too many of us." Ghost huffs, he glances around at your pack.
"Why does that matter?" Soap grumbles, scooping an arm around your center to pull you up into a sitting position. "We're a pack."
"That's just it." Ghost sighs tiredly.
"I've never heard of this being 'n issue." Price butts in. He grabs your face again and brushes the tears off your cheeks. "Task Forces are fully Alpha run. They 'ave been for years."
"If what Ghost is saying is right, it's biological, Captain." Gaz huffs, his thoughts visibly racing. "Too many Alphas, not enough Omegas. It means we'd go extinct."
"But why didn't she change earlier?" Johnny asks. You teeter in his hold but he keeps you upright. He lets you lean against his chest. He smells more comforting than usual.
"It's hormonal. She's been with us almost three years now, it takes time." Ghost says. Price nods in agreement.
"I'm an Alpha!" You sob, trying wrench yourself free from the multiple men around you. "I- I don't want to be bred. I don't want to be claimed! I'm an Alpha!"
"We're know you are, Love." Price breathes softly. He continued to wipe tears away from your face with a tenderness that only makes your despair swell further. "But this is happening, and we can't stop it."
"Take me to sick bay, please. They'll...they'll put me on blockers or something! Please, anything but this! I don't want to be an Omega."
The pack looks toward Ghost but he shakes his head.
"This is you first heat. The blockers will kill you."
You scream in pain, fear, and frustration. Another wave of excruciating pain washes over you. You wrench out of Soap's grip and fall against the floor. The tile is cool against your flushed skin.
As much as you hate him for it, Ghost is right.
This is your first heat.
Your back arches off the floor. Your toes curl and you squeal, shaking, gasping, panting hot breaths. You can feel yourself start to sweat. There's a sudden gush of wetness between your thighs. Embarrassment floods you. You try to curl into a ball but your body keeps being wracked with tremors.
"H-help me..." You cry out weakly, sobbing into the tile.
Your pack seems to finally get a whiff of your fluctuating scent. All around you, you watch as one by one each of their gazes grow more and more pointed. All of you know what must be done. After all, you're an Omega now.
...and there's no going back.
#cod imagines#mw2#call of duty#mw2 headcanons#simon ghost riley#cod mwii#john soap mactavish#simon riley x reader#captain price#kyle gaz garrick
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writing reader inserts is so funny because it's like. yeah you would NOT say that but now you do and you're gonna enjoy it. it's inevitably pouring a part of you into this fic. it's describing your dissociative daydreams in overly detail to everyone searching specifically for food to feed their dissociative daydreams. it's coming up with a hundred different scenarios on how to get railed by your favorite 2D man and yeah his dick is always big and he wants you so badly. it's playing barbie with Y/N who is like an universal OC at this point. it's going on silly little adventures in my mind and taking you all with me. reader inserts i love you so much.
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Just thinking about getting your gear together to go on a mission with the 141 and Price hands you like four unmarked boxes to pack.
When you open them up you find out it's tampons. 100 tampons.
"Captain, with all due respect. We're only being stationed for a week..."
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I'm just imagining a nice, slow make-out session with Ghost.
You're both just sitting side by side on the gym mats after a good workout. You have to be pretty careful about showing affection to Ghost, since it could get you both in trouble, but there's no one around...and it's been a few days.
You glance up at Ghost. He's drinking ice cold water out of a reusable water bottle. His mask is pulled up over his nose, water drips down the chord of his neck. The sounds of his wet gulps make you lick your lips.
"Can I have some?" You ask politely.
He grunts, fills up his cheeks with water, then passes you the bottle. You take a couple measured drinks. The water feels refreshing. You sigh in relief and give it back to him. He continues to gulp down water until he's at the last swallow. Before he can finish it off you pout up at him.
"No." He mutters, before pouring the rest into his mouth.
You throw yourself at him, grab him by the collar of his t-shirt, and kiss him fully on the mouth. He doesn't stop you, in fact he just hums in appreciation. The vibrations of his lips makes you hum back. You lick against his lips.
He seems a bit confused at first, but the more you coax the more he seems to realize what you want. He parts his lips. The ice water (now cool water) spills into your mouth. It tastes vaguely of him. You swallow it all down, and for good measure you lick across his tongue.
Eventually you pull away from him. A thin strand of saliva breaks between your lips. You huff at him with half-lidded eyes.
"M' still thirsty."
"I c' help you wi' that."
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I'm imagining that in the 141's rec room they have a heavy duty storage container with a million board games.
And they take that shit SERIOUSLY.
They probably try to stick to console games, but you can only play FIFA for so many hours before you wanna die. So when they get really bored the Monopoly comes out.
Soap makes it rain as he sets up the game. And he's always the car. Ghost is the hat. Gaz is the dog. Price just watches as the game devolves into anarchy every. Single. Time.
#call of duty#cod imagines#mw2#mw2 headcanons#simon ghost riley#cod mwii#john soap mactavish#simon riley x reader#captain price#kyle gaz garrick
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I'm just imagining waking up in a dog pile of the 141.
Like, the safe house only has one bed and it's fucking disgusting. You've already seen a rat and cockroaches scurrying off in the dark corners of the room. There's no way in hell ANY of you are willingly sleeping on the floor.
So instead you take off all of your gear, leave it on the floor, and pile up together on the (definitely not) king size bed. It's an extremely tight fit, but it "works". You're on top of Gaz and half under Ghost but you're so fucking tired you don't mind. In fact, you pass out the moment your head hits the mattress.
The next morning you wake up stiff and out of it. You squirm and roll around, completely confused. You don't immediately remember where you are. Sticky limbs beneath your body jab into your back. There's a shoulder pressed uncomfortably hard into the crook of your neck. You try to get up but you can't find any leverage. The man beneath you moves and you fall even deeper into the half-awake tangle of limbs. You groan, trying to stretch your legs but one is hooked around another pair and the other is squeezed between a muscular set.
You squirm around some more but suddenly you feel more limbs touch at you. They're against your thighs, one against your rear. You shimmy, hoping to finally unlock yourself from the pile but you only manage to sink even further into it.
There's no escape.
#call of duty#cod imagines#mw2#mw2 headcanons#simon ghost riley#cod mwii#john soap mactavish#simon riley x reader#captain price#kyle gaz garrick
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I'm just imagining being annoying as fuck and the boys decide to fuck with you back.
So they take turns throwing you around to each other. Like, at first you're squealing and flailing but eventually you realize they're not going to drop you and you just kind of give in to their strange punishment.
And, of course, Price chooses to walk into the rec room at that very moment. He just watches over his coffee cup as you're tossed around from Sergeant to Lieutenant to Sergeant.
He turns and leaves. He doesn't have time for this.
#when ur being bad this is how they get you to stop#besides its strength training for them so they dont care lol#call of duty#cod imagines#mw2#mw2 headcanons#simon ghost riley#cod mwii#john soap mactavish#simon riley x reader#captain price#kyle garrick
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SOAP & GHOST
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023)
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I'm just imagining a soulmate au where Ghost is your soulmate, and the two of you are tied together through shared dreams.
Like, your dreams bleed into his when the two of you are sleeping at the same time. You have no idea what he looks like, or who he is because of his mask. But you think of him as your own personal dream demon because of how his shadowy wraithlike appearance keeps reoccurring in your mind.
Ghost just feels pity for you, because his dreams are always nightmares you keeping getting roped into. It's part of why he sleeps so sporadically too. He can't bear seeing you in his dreams, getting hurt just millimeters away from his fingertips before he falls through the ground and wakes up in a sweat.
And when you finally meet, it feels like deja vû.
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OKAY BUT WHEN HE'S SHAVED N BABY FACED THO???
Also I just noticed something...
Super young Tom Hardy is what Tommy looks like in my mind. Older Tom Hardy is Simon Riley. Change my mind.
It’s giving simon riley
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just wanted to say I stumbled across one of your posts today and i absolutely fell in love with the way you write to the point I literally read every single one of your posts on your page today hahah
Sorry for taking so long to reply anon. My Tumblr kind of blew up over the last two days (and I was drunk for half of it) so I've been catching up with messages and stuff!
I really appreciate you giving my stuff a read through! It means a lot to me that people enjoy reading the stuff that my funky lil' brain comes up with. I'm working on improving my writing, so thanks for sticking with me through this so far.
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I'm just imagining having a normal, regular boyfriend that you love very much, and yet the 141 looks for any excuse to get you to leave him.
And eventually...you do.
Like, your boyfriend might not be the tallest or the buffest of anything like that, but he's sweet. He's a computer nerd just like you and he takes extra special care of your feelings. He's not super macho, but that's okay. You feel safe and loved in his presence.
But of course the 141 can't see that. They only see what your boyfriend lacks. He's scrawny, can't protect you, he's probably sleeping with a bunch of people while you're on deployment. How could he love you when he's a civilian who has no idea what you're going through?
At first their sly comments piss you off. How dare they talk about your bf like that? But as time goes on you just roll your eyes and shrug. They just don't get it.
It isn't until one day Price decides to have a sit down meeting with you. He pulls out pictures of your boyfriend spending time with a mutual friend of yours. You don't think much of it until the photos start getting more domestic. The last photo is of them cuddling on a couch at a house party. You refuse to believe what you're seeing but...you have to face the facts.
It hurts, but you trust Price's judgement.
They boys take care of everything for you. They pack up your stuff from your shared apartment and move you into a new one close to the base. They can tell you're torn up about it, so they spend more one on one time with you. They take you to the bookstore and the movies, and fill whatever time you would've spent with your boyfriend.
It isn't until months later, when you've forgotten your now ex's name, do you think that maybe everything had gone a little too smoothly.
But it's also hard to think about any of it when your "new boyfriend" might as well be the entire 141.
#cod imagines#mw2#call of duty#mw2 headcanons#simon ghost riley#cod mwii#john soap mactavish#simon riley x reader#captain price#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick
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I feel like shit and don't remember posting that poll but I'm glad to see ya'll like it lmao
141 Orgy is winning by a landslide
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