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bluegiragi · 9 months

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bag of tricks

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sadiecoocoo · 11 days

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Anakin: I hate sand.

Rex: RIGHT!? It’s so annoying, gets everywhere, and you have to clean your armor for hours afterwards!

Anakin *absolutely smitten*: marry me

#rexwalker #tcw #star wars clone wars #rex and anakin #anakin skywalker #captain rex #this is the only way either of them can flirt

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leathfaic · 1 year

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Ghost's and Soap's courting behaviour must've been a fucking trip to witness from an outside perspective. Like yeah they are flirting over comms without abandon, but in person it probably took them a while to get that comfortable (emotionally repressed as they both are in their own ways.) We get a glimpse during the Prison Break where Ghost is definitely showing off and Soap is absolutely smitten.

But it probably continues like that for a while. Ghost sniping, knifing, just continuously showing off extremely controlled violence to Soap's praise. Stunned and flustered that he found someone he can impress with all the ways he knows to kill a person. Wipes his bloody knife with a stupid little grin on his face that almost hurts because he's not used to it.

All the while he's absolutely fawning over Soap's demolition skills. Soap who will level a fucking building with nearly superhuman precision just to get Ghost to compliment him for it. Beaming like he just won a competition every time Simon has a nice word or two to spare for him, ash and dust still settling in the background.

Johnny who pushes himself in the gym when Simon is there: perfect form, keeping repetitions going only to nearly collapse on Gaz when Ghost leaves the room.

Ghost who gets extra gruff and showy in his authority over other soldiers when Soap is around, unconsciously wanting the other to know what a good CO he is. That he's great at being a soldier all around. And who fucking smiles under the mask when Soap shoots him an adoring look.

It's like two very confused and violent teenagers dancing around each other, both are intimated by their feelings for each other, but not enough to let it rest. Both desperately want to leave a good impression. Both too manly and gruff to do something about it at first, too afraid to be rejected to risk a confession.

The general sentiment on base once they get it sorted and finally get together is a huge "Thank fuck, took them long enough!" because it was getting annoying, but its not like anyone was about to call the fucking Ghost out on his antics. And while Soap might have been called out it certainly didn't stop him from acting a fool the moment Simon Riley enters a room.

Now there's some peace and quiet on base, we'll mostly, unless you have to room next to either of them...

#they are both absolute pros at flirting until they have to look at each other #if they do they are just helpless idiots #they get better tho #still helplessly in love but at least learn to communicate it #probably prices work in the background because he's sick of the peacocking #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #soapghost #cod mwii #johnny soap mactavish #cod #cod hc #captain john price #cod mw2

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shyravenns · 9 months

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Been seeing a lot of lumberjack!price stuff lately, and decided to give my take on it!

#I don’t know who originally thought of it but lmk so I can credit you!#myart #John price #cod price #call of duty modern warfare #gonna start drawing price with freckles #captain johnathan price #cod mwfii #artists on tumblr #who’s he married to?#idk you tell me #(it’s me actually pls don’t flirt with my husband)

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natelia-aldelliz · 1 year

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Soap & Gaz : =(

Ghost : What's going on with you two?

Gaz : Old people flirting =( it's like my divorced dad flirting with his new girlfriend in front of me all over again

Ghost : What happened?

Gaz : Well he and my mom got a divorce, which was for the best honestly, and then he got himself a girlfriend that was closer in age to me than him and -

Ghost : I don't give a shit about your parents Garrick, what happened right now.

Gaz : Oh =(

Soap : Nikolai was teaching us insults in russian, and Price told him he had a dirty mouth and Nik just smiled at him, y'know, like a smirk, and Price smiled back, ewwww

Ghost : Wait, you think Price flirting with his... friend is gross because they're old? You do know I'm not that much younger than Price, right?

Soap : Yeah, but you're not flirting with anyone, so it's okay =)

Ghost :

Gaz :

Soap : =) ?

Gaz : I can't believe you just said that. With your full chest too...

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #captain john price #i just found out that price's name is jonathan?? i thought it was a joke not canon lmao #cod nikolai #ghostsoap #soapghost #does pricexnikolai have a name?#based on a thirty seconds search through tumblr it appears to be nikprice #and i was so happy that for once i shipped a main ship and not a rare ship lmao rip me #the dilfs got me #anyway i was realising that price is also fucking massive like next to ghost it doesn't show or even gaz who's pretty tall as well #but next to other people wow he's tall #soap isn't as tall but what he doesn't have in height he has in shoulders so it's not that obvious that he's smol #anyway #soap instantly notices people flirting with other people like he'd met ale and rudy for five minutes and already knew #that doesn't apply to himself tho because he doesn't think anyone could love him and thinks they just want sex #and he ignores it coming from ghost because he couldn't deal with just sex from him so he'd rather not see anything at all =)#and gaz is tired of him and ghost thinks soap knows and is rejecting him and gaz is tired of him too #and now he's also tired of price because how dare he flirt in front of his salad like that

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gauloiseblue · 2 months

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He's staring at you again, and you can see it from the corner of your eye.

You quietly smile, as you read through the paperwork, keeping the illusion that you're occupied by the work.

But he's a clever man, you know he can see through you. So after a few minutes of waiting, you break the silence.

"What is it, Captain?" You asked him while sparing him no glance, "Does something bother you?"

"Nothing." You heard him say, "It's nothing."

"Sure you have nothing in mind?" You replied as you put a file aside, "You know you can talk to me about anything. I'm all ears."

He seems to contemplate it for a moment, before he decides to speak. "Why do you wear red lipstick?"

You raise your brow upon hearing the question, "It helps me feel more confident." You tap the papers against the table to even them out.

"Did it help you feel 'more' confident when you left a mark on the inner part of my sleeve?"

You hold back your smile as you compile the paperwork together, "Well, how can you be sure that was me?"

"Because you're the only woman who wears red lipstick." He stated, "And the only one who bothers enough to notice my habit to roll up the cuff, so I can see my watch easily."

You chuckle as you turn your head to see him, "It's for good luck."

He furrows his brows at you, "Care to explain?"

"You've been a soldier before, John, surely you knew about a woman's kiss as a lucky charm?"

"I know." He replied, "But they carried it inside their handkerchiefs."

"Well, do you have it? The handkerchief?"

"... No."

You smile as you deliver the file to his desk, keeping your gaze on him as he watches you walk closer. His eyes follow your hand, as you place the report in front of him. "Is that all, Captain?"

He searches your face, before he leans back against the chair. "Say," He began, "What crossed your mind when you held my uniform in your hands? Did you wish for my safety, or did you want me to notice?"

"I can't see why it can't be both, sir."

He cocks his head, and a small smirk begins to form on his lips, "You're quite bold, aren't you?"

"It's just the work of the charm." You coyly said, "Wipe my lipstick off, and I wouldn't even have the courage to look you in the eye."

He tilted his head, before patting the top of his thigh.

"Shall we find out?"

#call of duty #cod #john price #cod mw2 #john price x reader #price x reader #captain price #flirting #bro the reader has more courage than me fr #bc I'd just die if he ever looked at me #like........#alright. moving on

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wingheadshellhead · 6 months

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Steve Rogers & Tony Stark in Avengers Assemble 2.09 "The Dark Avengers"

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mccallhero · 5 months

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favourite ouat scenes: 38/?

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rodolfoparras · 7 months

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ik ur requests r closed buttttttt could u maybe write a quick drabble thingie 👉👈

ik this is weird but like i’m super into like traditional “masculine manly” men who r like super into “girly” cute things. like hello kitty n wearing pink. so how about with price, pretty please

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ps love u

It may have been one two or three drinks at the bar when you had described your ideal type to Price.

You hadn’t been awfully specific in your description. You had just said that you like pretty people, pretty people could be boys, could be girls, could be really anyone, could even be Price.

As he stares at himself in the mirror, he thinks he looks pretty with concealer dabbed lightly on his face to hide any visible imperfections, eyeliner drawn in such way to give a sultry look to his eyes and pink on his lips and cheeks just to feel pretty.

He’d even gone as far as to dig up one of his favorite tops out the closet, the one with a plunging neckline that hugs his pecs just right and shows off his dog tags.

It’s not often he allows himself to look this way, to look pretty. The army wasn’t a place for pretty men and as the captain of a sas squad he rarely allowed himself to look this way.

However today he wasn’t an army man- a captain of a sas squad. Today he was John, just john, the man who’s been pining after his best friend for years and went out his way to get all pretty for you in hopes of you noticing him, and not in the way a friend would spot a familiar face in a crowed but rather in the way someone would lay their eyes on a person that they loved.

However for a second he feels doubt creeping up his back, bile rising up his throat and legs readying themselves to run because you’ve never seen Price dressed up and with make up on.

You’ve only ever seen him with black face paint smeared on his face, dressed in heavy gear that protected vital organs and hid vulnerable parts of his body.

What if when you said you liked pretty people, you didn’t mean pretty women and men, what if Price wasn’t included in your definition of what you think is pretty, what if you laugh in his face when you see him all dressed up with make up on his face what if-

He doesn’t get to grumble on it any further before the door bursts open and you walk in.

“John are you ready to g-“

He braves himself, swallows down the acid burning in his throat, stretches out his hands as if to present himself before saying the words “well how do I look?”

You try to speak, but no words slip past your lips and your voice even embarrassingly breaks, as you try to answer his question.

“Didn’t think you’d feel this strongly about a lad in make-up” he says with a forced chuckle, in an attempt to ease the tension while folding his arms across his chest.

“What no wait-“ you say, words rushing to tumble off your lips while furiously waving your hands in the air.”it’s not like that”

“‘It’s alright, no need to explain let’s get moving before we’re late” he says while brushing past you.

“John” you say as gently grab ahold of his arm.

He just hums in response, a forced smile painted on his face as he turns to meet your gaze, braving himself for what you’re about to say.

“I wanted to say that it suits you” you say and it’s only now he hears the slight crack in your voice the way you’re shyly looking down at the floor while fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt.

“Yeah?” He says, voice sounding steadier and smile turning much more genuine.

You just hum in response, hand going to his face to swipe away the mascara that smudged on his eyelid before smiling down at him. “Yeah I think you look pretty”

“Pretty?” He echos back to you in response, tone heavy and word carefully uttered as if you’d take them back any second if he said it too loudly.

Your hand cup his cheek, calloused thumb caressing soft skin, and for a second he dares imagine that your eyes flicker down to his lips.

“Very pretty” you say with a smile on your face, touch lasting a bit too long before you drop your hand to gentle grab his elbow.

“Come on, we have to go now or we’ll be late”

#I love u liddle sugar plum #hope youre having a wonderful day #alec answers #🕷️ anon #i wanted to take the Drabble further but I didnt know where I’d take it so I stopped here I hope it’s okay #in my head they either 1. make out in the bar bathroom 2. jealous reader bc someone flirts with price 3. price and u confess in the bathroom #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader

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daily-hanamura · 8 months

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#persona 4 #p4 #persona 4 golden #p4g #yosuke hanamura #hanamura yosuke #souyo #all the times yosuke was flirting with yu.... regardless of whether he realised it #i jest but i swear that could be a whole series of its own HES SO GUILTY OF IT #he's good with his queue #o captain my captain

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mintypsii · 8 months

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LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT SHE'S STRAIGHT. I DARE YOU

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jasontoddsmommyissues · 1 year

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Sambucky as Text Posts 4/?

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ansonmountdaily · 10 months

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STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 2x08 "Under the Cloak of War"

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ghouljams · 8 months

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I’m going through fae fic withdrawal ghoul TT

Y'know I kinda am too, here's the the conversation right before Gaz tried to tap Witch. Told from the golden boy's POV.

Gaz does his best not to shift on his feet standing outside the little cottage. It’s so out of place in the city, bracketed on either side by taller more modern brownstones. Exactly the sort of place he would have imagined a witch to be. Price knocks on the door with a heavy hand as Gaz glances over his shoulder. It feels like he’s intruding on something, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end just from proximity to the house. The knocks are met with absolute silence, not a peep from inside the house.

He can feel the arcs of magic though, the spectral movement of life behind the cottage walls. There’s the soft click of a lock and the door is pulled open. Price smiles.

You’re pretty, and younger than he’d have thought. You look about his age, or at least the age he’s pretending to be. Gaz glances at Price, the fondness in his eyes. What is it? Half your age and seven? Although, Gaz supposes that can’t really count here unless you have a spare few hundred you’re not showing. Probably not, you smell human.

“Price,” You frown, brows drawing together in confusion, Gaz meets your gaze with a smile, “and friend. I assume you’re here for business then.” You sigh and step aside, holding the door open. “Come on in, I’ll put a kettle on.”

“This should be quick,” Price assures you, nodding for Gaz to follow him into the house. It feels like stepping through molasses. Slow and sticky, pulling at him until he breaks through the threshold. Permeable, but only just. Gaz rolls his shoulders to shake the feeling off, following Price where you wave for them to take a seat. The couch you direct them to looks old, feels old if he counts the hands that have touched it. Still, it’s comfortable and sturdy when the two men sit.

“Quick or not business is business and that means tea,” You call from the kitchen. An ornamental butterfly on the wall flutters its wings in agitation.

“You’re sure this is the witch?” Gaz whispers to Price. When he’d said he knew who to talk to about Soap’s problem you weren’t really what Gaz had in mind.

“Positive,” Price leans back against the couch, folding his hands over his stomach. Perfectly relaxed. Gaz doesn’t see how he could be, all the foreign magic in the air is starting to make his head spin a little. He swallows, pinching the bridge of his nose, more than a little. This place feels like a fucking whirlwind, made to disorient. Price settles a hand on his back, and the next time Gaz inhales he smells smoke.

He takes a deeper breath, closes his eyes to feel his mentor’s magic steady him. The swirling smoke, familiar, clears his head, settles his vision. “Should’ve warned you,” Price mumbles, “it’ll clear.”

“I’m good,” Gaz tells him, just as a clatter of teacups are set on the table in front of him. The noise jostles Price’s magic, knicks him.

“This should help,” You tell both of them, fingers careful on the teapot as you pour. “Count it a compliment,” You smile at Gaz when he looks up at you, “not everyone is smart enough to know they’re surrounded.” It’s an ominous statement for the sweetness in your smile. Gaz doesn’t know if he’s supposed to be threatened by that or not. He takes the tea, what else is he supposed to do?

Hyssop. It clears his head as soon as it touches his tongue, settles the magic around him like the final acceptance of his presence. Funny how quickly magic can flip on a person. You must get enough fae visitors to know what to do, that’s reassuring at least. Price takes little more than a single swallow before setting his cup down. Not one for bitter teas if he can help it. You take your seat opposite them, and pick up a deck of playing cards from the table.

“Is he your apprentice?” You ask, shuffling cards.

“Supposed to be.” Price leans forward, his elbows on his knees.

“Hm,” you hum, looking Gaz over, “I suppose you do like pretty.”

“I like a lot of things sweetheart,” Price rumbles, his voice lower than Gaz has heard in a long time. He glances between the two of you, narrows his eyes at the silk strand tethers that silver between you.

“So I’ve heard,” you are far too fond to count as business-like.

“You’re askin’ around about me?” Price’s eyes crinkle at the edges.

“Should I be?” You lean forward, and Gaz has had just about enough of this.

“Do you two want to find a more private room?” He asks, cutting through whatever strange dance his boss and you are performing. You clear your throat and sit back, Price doesn’t move. His eyes are just as warm as they were, Gaz hardly thinks he heard him. Except maybe to take the jab into strong consideration. God if he tries to cart you off somewhere, Gaz will just leave. No point sticking around if- You know he’s really having second thoughts about your ability to help them now.

“What can I help with?” There, that sounds way more professional. Flirting with his fucking boss, Gaz is about to lose his damn mind.

“One of my boys found your trap,” Price says, no beating around the bush. You hum.

“Which one?”

Price blinks. Gaz blinks. Which one? Which one, what? Which boy or which trap? No, he knows what you’re asking.

“Does it matter?” Price asks finally.

“I suppose not,” you shrug, “did it kill him?”

“Did it-” Gaz feels anger well in his chest, you’re so casual with it. “Price,” He looks to his mentor for… Gaz doesn’t know, confirmation(?) that he’s hearing this too. Price holds out a hand to keep him in his seat.

“Soap’s fine. Lucky I had your little hexbreaker on me, could’ve been a lot worse,” Price explains, you stop your shuffling.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Tell us how to get rid of the trap.” Price presses.

“Except there, I’m afraid.” You sigh, and spread your cards on the table. Your fingers carefully push certain ones up, scoot others to the side, as if you’re picking the ones you like best. “I can’t help you.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Gaz asks.

“Doesn’t matter,” You say firmly. “Besides, it sounds like the problem is taken care of.”

Gaz and Price exchange a glance, the problem far from taken care of. Soap is a stubborn bastard, one who doesn’t take kindly to threats. It’s better to clear the fae trap from the city before he goes looking for them again.

“Right, then just tell us how to break it,” Gaz tries diplomatically.

“No,” you tell him plainly, sipping your tea. Price’s eyes spark watching you, eager and entirely unhelpful. “You’re asking me to help someone who couldn’t even come here himself, against something I created, and you’ve given me no good reason as to why I should help in the first place.”

"What'll it cost?" Price asks.

"I'm not for sale," It's the finality in your voice that really settle's Gaz's mind.

This is going nowhere fast. He pushes down the spark of annoyance, no rules are being broken, they have no favors to cash in, and the witch clearly knows well enough to give them the runaround. There’s only one way forward, and that’s back. Time for a reset.

"Why don't we just wipe her and try again?" Gaz asks, pushing himself to his feet.