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leathfaic · 2 months

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I've been sitting on a headcanon for over a year now because I know that once I put it out I will want to expand on it.

But fuck it what is one more writing project?

I want Ghost to be fucking paranoid about Laswell finding out about him and Johnny. Not even because she would necessarily tear them apart but because she would absolutely use it. To her advantage and thus potentially against them.

Send them out on a dangerous undercover op for months under the guise of having left so they could be together. Infiltrating some dubious PMC perhaps that doesn't quite care, they're getting the Ghost and his Sergeant after all, if they just look the other way. What a fucking deal and how dumb the government is to let those 2 become mercenaries just because they like to fuck each other. One wrong step one wrong word and they might both end up dead.

But far more than physical harm just the threat of keeping them apart if they don't comply. Days that easily spin into weeks and months that they just keep missing each other, mission beginning before the other gets back from his current one. Until Laswell pointedly asking if they are going to behave this time is "graciously" giving them another chance to work together.

Because really, there's nothing they can do, right? They could be dishonourably discharged for fraternisation and instead Laswell is "only" using it to twist their arms.

Price, even if he knows can't really help them either because again, any kind of ruckus about this and it could end so much worse.

Soap probably has a little more faith in Laswells morals, although I'm sure the more they work together the more that quickly fades and he understands Ghost's caution. That woman got to where she is in life for a reason.

So they are still close with each other when she's around. Would be weird if they stopped all of a sudden, bound to draw her attention too. But always minding a careful line. Keeping it to the "brothers in arms". Never giving away too much. And sometimes that stings even more. When Ghost sees Johnny's need for physical contact and can't do more than give him a manly pat on the shoulder. Torn apart by the need to hold him.

When Soap notices that Ghost isn't sleeping on an op, knowing he should be there and talk him through the night until the bad dreams fade and Ghost gets at least a few hours of shut-eye. Nothing he can offer but empty phrases and a dumb comment about Ghost clearly needing to get laid.

They both know of course. What they really mean. It's still grating.

Better than it could be if she knew though. Worth to keep what they have safe.

#please dont get me wrong i love laswell so much #i just think this is an interesting way to think about her and how far she is willing to go for “whats right”#and the things shes willing to sacrifice #and ghost having dealt with so many kinds of betrayal from superiors is just immediately wary of her #like he clearly states that he doesnt fully trust her in alone #because he doesnt really trust anyone but price when it comes to upper brass #idek the idea has been haunting me for a while now #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mwii #johnny soap mactavish #cod #cod mw2 #ghoap #cod hc #kate laswell

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cerise-on-top · 3 months

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hi! how would Valeria and Kate react if their wife’s got hurt because of their work, both of them working highly jobs and it ended up catching up to their s/o. hoe you are doing well and drink plenty of water! thank you!

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Hello! Both of them would be absolutely distraught, but would go about it in different ways!

Valeria’s and Laswell’s Wife Gets Hurt Because of their Job

Valeria: Whoever hurt you will wind up tortured and eventually, once she thinks they’ve had enough of their miserable life, will wind up dead. Naturally, the first thing she does is check up on you, see if you’re alright and well, that’s her priority. You’re the love of her life, there’s no one else in this world she wants to see do well. You’ll be admitted to the best hospital nearby and will only get the finest treatment. Once you’re stabilized, that’s when the hunt begins. Whoever hurt you won’t get too far since that bastard’s life will be on the line. Regardless of where they might be hiding, Valeria will find them and show them that death is actually a kind of mercy. She has pretty much everything at her disposal, everything money can buy, this sucker won’t know what hit them. If it’s revenge they want, then revenge they’ll get. Valeria promises you that their head will be on a silver plate. She’s not very good with words when it comes to comforting someone, but she will have that person killed in the most cruel ways she can imagine. In fact, she’ll take the pleasure of torturing them upon herself. Once she’s done, she’ll take some days off, which is surprising since she usually can’t afford that at all. You’ll be under her direct care for those days. Anything you want you’ll get. Afterwards there will be a slight shift in her demeanor, Valeria becomes more protective over you. Sometimes she might even assign some trusted people of hers to watch over you since she can’t afford something like that happening again. While she can’t always take some days off, she’ll try to be closer to you anyway. Always texting you, finding excuses to come home for a day maybe. She just really needs to make sure you’re okay, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you died.

Laswell: Laswell will try to be a bit more diplomatic about it at first, trying to coax whoever hurt you out of hiding. This person will be held accountable for their crimes against her world. Naturally, she rescues you first, gets you to the nearest hospital and won’t leave your side until you’re stable again. If it takes you a while to wake up again, she’ll leave to find the fucker and make sure they swim with the fishes. She has a pretty large, efficient network and will find out who it was fairly easily. Once she knows who they are, she won’t hesitate to find out all their past crimes as well, if they hurt you then they must have done some other awful things as well. Once that phase is over, she’ll go to their home herself and have them arrested, put in the worst prison imaginable where the inmates are treated especially badly. She won’t kill them, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they wind up dead anyway. Laswell usually isn’t an evil person, but she does hope that person dies during their time. Their sentence will be as long as possible so there’s no chance of them ever seeing the sunlight again either. Once all of this is over, she, too, would take some days off to spend with you. You’re a priority above all else, so Laswell will want to be there for you, no matter the cost. While she usually isn’t, depending on how severely you got hurt she might become a bit overbearing, a bit overprotective. That overprotectiveness will last for a few months, afterwards she’ll try to give you some space again. However, she’ll always be keeping a closer eye on you, always texting or calling you every once in a while to make sure you’re okay. If she needs to, she’ll put you under her protection officially, but the situation needs to be dire for that to happen. Either way, she’ll be keeping you safe.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #fem!reader #I hit over 100k words in my document last night which is so so much #I've written so much for Call of Duty in such a short time it's unbelievable. granted there's one fic I never posted but still #I don't intend to stop now either though it's fun. I'll probably be into cod for a while still anyway so there's that too #besides Valeria and Laswell have me in a chokehold. Farah does too I love them #every time someone requests them I'm very happy. I didn't expect the girls to be this popular though in all honesty #not complaining! it's nice to get to imagine kissing girls. it makes my gay little heart sing #I actually had some art of Valeria and an OC of mine commissioned not too long ago #every time I look at it I giggle and kick my legs a bit #I want her to fluster the everloving hell out of me until I can't speak anymore and am complete mush for her #I know I've mentioned it before but I love women who could absolutely just kill me. and who absolutely would do it as well #cod has some good women. made me realise that older women are also pretty epic #I think I'd melt into a puddle if Laswell ever called me her girl or her wife

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laitbanane · 4 months

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Kyle Garrick's love language is act of services and quality time.

He always makes sure Captain Price has the best cigars, that Ghost has his tea warm and sweet with just the right amount of milk in it.

He sits with Soap for hours when he makes new kinds of silly explosives to test on the training field, listens to him and praises him for his 'big brain'.

He helps his lieutenant and captain with paper work, making little jokes around the table to ease the tension of bureaucratic bullshit. Price laughs and he can sometime see a smirk behind Ghost's mask.

When Laswell is visiting, her motherly aura makes him happy and relaxed and they end up gossiping about what's going on base. Their favorite subject is the ambiguity between Soap and Ghost. They have a bet going on still about who will confess first.

He cherishes his team like family, born an only child wasn't always easy on him. The 141 taught him what's it like to be part of a fraternity.

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sinsofsinister · 1 year

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ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴅs ᴏғғ sɴᴀᴋᴇs...

#modern warfare 2 #mw2 #call of duty #mw2 gif #mw2 edit #cod gif #cod edit #gaming gif #gaming edit #john price #kate laswell #c: mine #mine: cod #i love them so much

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tassodelmiele · 27 days

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Noisy little mess

Hi sweetie ⁓

I swear to god i'm dreaming about the future plot lately, and I chukle in my sleep since it's so funny dealing with (stalking) the Task Force even if i shouldn't laugh about the things i'm thinking about and i'm so happy to see you've got the same problem as me.

Send hugs to wherever you are ⁓

DISCLAIMERS: clean from smut, but a lot of ignoring feelings and responsabilities; GhostxReader and his will to pretend she doesn't exist (spoiler, he fails); how-to-not-doing-a-mission-safely; a sprinkle of paternal chat; Task Force being misterious about their Lt.; ghosts scared of gnomes.

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Third part here:

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You don't know how you've managed to come back safely to your room.

What you do know is that, since yesterday, your Lt is nowhere to be found.

Oh, and you've finally got menstruations. Soap is the first one who gets aware of this, welcoming you at the breakfast table with the sweetest:

«Ye're finally bleeding, aren't ye?»

Gaz throws him a bunch of towels before Price manages to save the few left, hiding them under his plate.

You sit next to Johnny. It is so rare to have the Captain at breakfast, and it is even…suspicious. You swallow your oatmeal silently, gazing at Price till he murmurs: «What is it?» that smells like coffee and late night work.

«Mmmnothin'»

He sighs, finally raising his sight at you.

«Spit it out. What's wrong?»

«Mmmh…»

He sips his black coffee while exchanging a sight war with you, who're looking at him through the spoonful of chocolate oatmeal, eyes sharpened as a knife. Price leans toward you, willing to win the challenge, when Gaz suddenly asks:

«Have someone seen the Lt? I need to give him a-»

«Speaking of him-» you suddenly burst, breaking the eye contact with Price just to make him sighs for the second times in five minutes. He raises an hand toward your face.

«If you're seeking revenge for your injury-»

«I'm not» you reply almost immediately. «Even if he was a dick»

Price scolds you immediately with a threatening: «language, rookie»

You scroll your shoulders, knowing well you can push yourself so far just 'cause they don't really care about discipline towards each other. At least not at breakfast.

«He's disappeared. So: either he really is a ghost, and he vanished; or he's hiding from me»

Gaz was about to make a joke on your words, but he suddenly stops, with his fork still stuck on the omelet.

«…what? Why from you?»

«Ye'r not that scary»

«I bet i am»

«Hold on, hold on»

Price makes his way through the speech, raising his hands to gain silence. Then he looks at you like he's watching a child trying to convince an ice cream he's not about to eat it.

«So that's what it's going on» and murmurs to himself: «that bloody liar…»

You gasp in surprise, just to make some drama, and Johnny follows your move like a Victorian damoiselle. You slam your hands on the table before Price could speak again, or try to run away from his own words, and you suddenly remember about your elbow. Painful moans are choked in your guts as you spit out a too loud:

«Explain»

And Price answer with an abrupt:

«No»

And Johnny puts out his best puppy eyes, leaning on the table toward his Captain:

«Please! We need to know!»

«We?» John looks at him like he's surrounded by chatty widows. «Why in the bloody hell would you like to know somethin' you're not even involved in?»

«At this point 's a matter of principle»

«A what?»

«We're a team, secrets can't tear us apart»

«That's not a secret»

«Than speak»

«Is it about the fact that Ghost is either tryna kill or getting acquainted with her?»

Three pairs of eyes suddenly glare toward Gaz, who once again freezes with his fork balanced toward his mouth. He smiles nervously.

«…am I allowed to feel in danger?»

Johnny answer with a too sudden: «yes»

Price takes out a cigar with nonchalance, pointing it at Garryk « So you've noticed. At least one brain in my team is not totally burnt»

«Waitwaitwait» you bring back to you the attention, raising an hand to take the floor. «Is he really scared of me? That's why I haven't seen him around in 24 hours?»

«He told me he needed to figure something out 'cause of a problem you've made». Price gives you a look. «I've thought of talking to you about it, but… I'm not blind, rookie. And now that you've speak about him fearing you…i kinda understand what it's passing through his mind»

Gaz nods in agreement. Johnny takes his time to think about it, and after ten seconds of the other two staring at him he eventually realizes something.

Something that you're not getting.

Your eyes jump on their faces with the urge of the only gamer in the team who doesn't know how to cheat. Your fingers dig deeper in the cuticles as you see the three men stand up and make their way out of the dining hall.

«Hey! You can't leave with the secret all to yourself!»

«Sorry kid»

Price pat your head before waving at you, leaving you with what's left of your oatmeal and a few, terse words:

«If he'll feels like it, he'll tell you»

He stops. He suddenly turns serious.

«Do you think you're ready to show us how reliable you are?»

You falter, mumbling: «…yeah…?»

«Good. I've got a work for you, rookie»

Documents are on his desk. Not just any pile of paper: the pile of paper, the intel they were waiting for, the information they've searched for for almost three months.

Ghost is reading the sheets again and again. Yeah, there's no doubt: it's what they've needed, and it is there, on his desk, spawned out of nowhere when he was away for a…mission. Let's call it a mission.

He should be pleased. Happy to say the least, since this kinda intel's like food from heaven for the task force.

But he's…kinda lost in his thoughts. Almost annoyed.

«Who in the bloody hell…» he murmurs as he takes a look at the sheets, not even realizing that someone else has entered the room.

«your fav rookie»

Price's voice makes him fall from his thought's tree. Ghost glares at him through the mask, inspecting his Cap who's clinging on the door frame with a lot of nonchalance, arms crossed and an amused smile on his face.

«…ya'r not meaning-»

«I am»

«Mh»

«surprised? She did an hell of a job, in a good way» he comes in, shutting the door. «She's a good one»

«yeah…»

«That's all you've got?»

Ghost almost stops to breath; his gaze at Price's like laser beam, and he has to collect enough air to blow out a stern:

«Do ya need something else? 'Ve got work to do»

And Price waste no time to smile back a:

«Old demons eat your tongue?»

To what Ghost' s answer's a growl: «mh»

Price shakes his shoulders, approaching the door to go out. «Just an impression of mine»

Ghost's voice stops him at the door knob:

«Ya'r wrong»

«Mmm, yeah? About what?»

«Stop thinking about it, i know you are»

«Tell me what to think then»

«She's not like that»

«Oh, so there is a "she" in your brain»

«Don't read into it»

«You know what's fun?» the Captain comes back, taking a seat in front of Ghost, pointing at him with his judgmental finger «You're dealing with her like she's blackmailing you, or something. Nervous smiles, stupid revenges…»

«Bullshits»

«'S that so? And how do ya call the little problem during training session?»

«A problem. That's all»

«Ghost-»

«No»

He stands, turning his back at the Captain. And that, for him, was the end of the chat.

But not for Price.

«Is not a shame falling for someone»

And the Lt. gives him the coldest glare, jerking his sight at his Cap.

«I'm not» he spit with a harsh voice.

Price doesn't move. He checks his pocket, taking his first cigar of the day just to put it through his lips and chewing the tip lightly, eyes glued to Ghost's. The Cap. nods.

«Good to know» he murmurs.

That was the end of the story. Or at least Ghost has hoped so.

Three days later, he can't help but walk through the base with his eyes fixed on every rookie who stands in his way. He had searched the dining room every morning, checked the training field, the goddamn gym in the evening, even waited for a few minutes every time he passed by her room.

Nothing.

None.

No sign of aggressive gnomes around.

Ghost sips his black coffee in complete silence, glaring at everyone for no apparent reason. He needed to end that odd feeling, those annoying jumps of adrenaline, the bad sensation that something hostile was growing within his stern, cold behavior, breaking it from the inside, scratching away the metal wrap he had built to better control every inch of himself.

And he needed to have her in front of him, speaking out loud the reasons why she was eating his insides like a virus, and asking her, gently or not, to try her best and pretend the two of them do not know each other.

Feeling things for others, either bad or good…it wasn't for him.

«Bloody little idiot…»

«Hope ye'r not talking 'bout me»

Ghost's gaze raises as Johnny joins his solitary coffee-sipping ritual. He put his mug on the table, spreading around chocolate aroma.

The Lt. recognizes it immediately: «That's her goddamn pudding»

«I'm addicted»

Breakfast brings back silent eating and mumbling on caffeine. Soap devours his oatmeal, waiting.

'Cause he knows he just has to wait.

It takes Ghost just one minute and a half to burst out a pretended unselfish:

«Maybe she has eaten that much chocolate that she's become one bar»

«Mh?»

«She's nowhere to be found in person, it seems»

«Are ye searching for her?»

«'Cause of the intel she'd collected» he rushes a justification that Soap doesn't really buy. Johnny almost absorbs his last spoonful, chewing out words mixed with chocolate:

«Price's sent her on a mission. Confidential» he adds. «Dunno 'bout details»

Oh.

That was unexpected; so unexpected that Ghost bites his tongue after rushing out a too fast:

«When?»

The spoon falls in the mug with a metal tingle; Soap's side eyes reach Ghost.

«…are ye worried?»

«No» he bursts.

«Well, we are. Me and Gaz»

That doesn't sound like a lie, and Simon has to lower his shield made of pretending-not-to-think-about-her stuff. Soap keeps on, his eyes wandering around the crowded room:

«Maybe Price's overestimated her skills, dunno…or maybe she's just not ready. 'S strange not having news after three days»

«You two do like her»

Soap sighs, shaking away from his shoulders the morning stiffness.

«She's a good one. She's fun. But she's not so skilled on the field»

«You don't get worried about every rookie's first time. Sooner or later they'll have to be kicked out of the nest»

«If the one that's been kicked out 's ma fav sparrow chick, at least i hope that it'll fall on something soft»

«She's no chick, and not my fav» he rushes again, eagerly to end the conversation and get the fuck out of there. He stands, with a chuckling Soap next to him, who knows his Lt. too well and knows he just has to wait a little more, to give him time to elaborate his thoughts in a more sensible way.

Ghost's first impulse is always imposing himself as a threatening and leading figure. It's an habit.

But this time he doesn't have time to retry his answer.

A worried Gaz appears in the dining room, rushing toward them in some sort of urgency.

«You two» he breathes out, clinging on the table while regaining some air in his lungs «Do you want the good news, or the it-could-be-better news?»

«Were ye runnin' a bloody marathon at the fucking six in the morning?»

«Good new» Ghost answer, still holding his empty coffee mug. «Always good news first»

Gaz gazes at them, elaborating his words as best as he could: «…do ya remember the no-one's-going-to-do-that-mission topic in our last meeting?»

«That sort of suicidal duty 'bout sneaking alone in a mafia boss dirty party?»

Gaz nods. «That one»

«With none to cover your arse?»

«Yeah»

«That one Laswell was tryna to figure out so bad 'cause the goddamn boss had valuable infos 'bout big weapons traffic?»

«Aha»

«But none was that stupid to try it?»

«Soap». Ghost stops his Sergeant's stream of thoughts with a glare through the balaclava. «Cut it. What's the bloody good news 'bout it Garryk?»

«Mission's been accomplished» he spits, with neither a smile nor optimism, and a strange, worried look. Soap's eyes get wider.

«Are ye fucking kidding? Who's the idiot who tried it in the first place?»

Gaz sighs.

«'S our idiot»

It takes a bunch of seconds to link the description with a face, but your silly little smile rushes through their brain almost immediately. Soap stands up so fast the chair almost falls.

«WHAT-»

«The other news » Ghost's harsh voice talks over him, with a hint of hurriness, an almost audible tip of concern that he swallows.

And Gaz wastes no time:

«Now she can drain pasta with her arm»

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claudycod · 7 months

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I LOVE THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN PRICE AND LASWELL SO MUCH COME ONNNN😭😭❤️

#call of duty #modernwarfare #callofduty #modern warfare #cod mw3 #captain price #kate laswell #pricewell #i love them so much

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martuzzio · 1 year

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When Laswell stands up during the meeting, you LISTEN.

Check out more Medieval 141 here

#callof duty #medieval 141 #my art #call of duty price #call of duty laswell #Laswell is so awesome I love her so much #She stands up and Price is like oooh teehee time for the carnage!#And then she just eviscerates the opposing opinion or something lol #King Price a grown man: HEHEE YOU'RE IN TROUBLEEE

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sentientcave · 3 months

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The girls, ft. "My lesbian wife and I saw you from across the bar and we like your vibe."

#sketchy sketchy #Farah Karim #Nova #Kate Laswell #John Price #Valeria Garza #I love drawing Farah so much she's so beautiful #cave drawings #someday i will start using actual sketchbooks lmao

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verdantcreek · 6 months

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watcher-1, kate laswell 👁️‍🗨️

#artists on tumblr #call of duty #cod #cod fanart #cod mw2 #kate laswell #laswell cod #call of duty fanart #cod mw3 #call of duty mw3 #mw2 #mw3 #call of duty laswell #laswell #it’s so amazing to see canon wlw and this woman is so badass on top of it #i love her so much #she is the ultimate girlboss

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 2 months

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I just saw the most beautiful Kate Laswell cosplay by a middle aged mom and god it’s so lovely please check it out

#kate laswell #call of duty #cosplay #I love it so much

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kaydenverse · 1 year

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comfort

gif is not mine!

a/n: omg thank you so much for 100 followers!! i’ll probably bust out a couple headcanon posts for cod and MAYBE marvel over the next few days. but not a promise tho cause i just started back up at uni again this week </3. but thank you so much again!

pairings: johnny “soap” mctavish x platonic 141 (including halo!)

content warnings: light angst, talks of anxiety and mental health, that’s it really

word count: 1.6k

johnny hates to admit it but he struggles from severe anxiety. he does his best to keep it under control and not let affect him but that can be hard by himself.

sometimes, just before missions, johnny gets a really intense wave of anxiety and each of you have your own little thing you do with him to calm him down and clear his head before he goes out in the field with renewed confidence.

with you, he’ll sit (or stand depending when he pulls you aside) across you and brings your hands in his. he’ll rest the backs of your hands against his forehead while he takes deep breathes.

sometimes he remains in that position completely silent and other times he engages in random conversation to have your gentle voice help pull him into an eased state again.

“hey,” johnny starts. “do you think price was the one that farted during briefing earlier? that silent but deadly one?” johnny says in a dead serious tone. he’s definitely hiding the stupid smile he has on his face from you.

you make an exaggerated noise of offense. “don’t try and blame your fart on that poor man!” you tilt your head to peek under his hands but he shoots his head up to look at you.

“…how’d you know it was me?” johnny playful glares at you. “and if price had just heard you call him “that poor man” he’d absolutely kick yer arse.” johnny laughs.

“cause his farts never stink that bad.” you say very matter-of-factly.

“halo,” johnny blinks at you. “you know can tell what each of our farts smell like?” he’s fighting back a laugh.

now you break out into a small laugh.

“i’ve been on far too many missions with all of you where i have ended up crammed in a tight space with each of you individually. i know things i wish i didn’t from those times alone.” johnny laughs, poking fun at you for admitting that information.

“sorry,” he’ll always say when he’s feeling better.

“don’t even dare say that. not right now, not ever, for needing comfort. what we do… it’s hard. it’s okay to not be okay. i’m here for you. always.” you wiggle your hands out of his to cup his face and pull him closer to your height. you give him a warm smile before gently bumping foreheads with him.

“now lets go kick some ass, yeah?”

with price, johnny will run over the plan multiple until john catches onto the sergeant’s anxious rambling. he’ll softly say johnny’s name until johnny stops swaying from side to side with anxious energy.

“what’s goin’ on, mctavish?” the captain will ask softly.

“dunno cap… just tired i guess?” johnny gives a half smile. he always tries to stay strong around his team lead.

“you’re a shit liar mate… but that’s a good thing.” john winks. johnny smiles and relaxes a little. “don’t you dare talk down on yourself. you’re one of the best i know. why do you think you’re on this team?”

john pats johnny’s hand. johnny hums and places his other hand over john’s, sandwiching the leaders hand between his. johnny closes his eyes as he takes a deep breathe and lets it go after a few seconds.

“i’m not a shit liar, if i were, i wouldn’t be on this team now would i?” johnny winks back. john always give him a tight hug, pats included, when johnny’s good again.

with ghost, he’ll fidget with his bulletproof vest until simon pats johnny’s knee then flips his gloved hand palm up in an offering. johnny always takes it without hesitation, lacing their fingers together.

they’ll just sit in silence while holding hands. whenever johnny squeezes, simon squeezes back.

sometimes johnny will lean his forehead onto simon’s shoulder for more physically contact.

they’ll just sit like that until johnny is grounded again, or if they’re short on time, until they’re called to go.

when they get up to go, simon grabs the top of johnny’s helmet and shakes him a little.

“don’t get yourself so worked up, i trust you with my life you dumbass. what are you worrying for?” simon mutters like he’s annoyed but johnny can tell simon is smiling because his eyes are smiling too.

simon might not be the best at words but his actions of care towards johnny speaks volumes in itself.

with gaz, johnny zones out completely.

i’m talking kyle had to snap his fingers in front of johnny’s face and repeatedly say the scottish man’s name gently to not genuinely startle him to bring johnny blinks back to reality. “earth to john mctavish? you there mate?” kyle would laugh softly though there’s a worried look in his eyes.

“you went off into the “lying-about-your-abilities so you feel bad“ land on accident.” johnny snorts when kyle gently swats at the back of johnny’s helmeted head.

they sit and joke around until johnny is near giggling like a little kid over a stupid pun kyle had just made and he has forgotten about what he was anxious about anymore.

“ready to go?” kyle hums as he holds his fist out for johnny to bump. johnny smiles and knocks his fist against kyle’s.

“never been more ready in my life.”

on the rare occasions that kate is physically there at briefings and not giving intel through the conference phone, she’s usually the first to catch onto soaps anxious pen fiddling he does while sitting at the table.

once she’s done handing out and explaining intel, she’ll excuse everyone else but ask johnny to stay behind. johnny nearly knees the bottom of the table from how hard he starts bouncing his leg.

“of course, laswell.” johnny will nod with a small forced smile, making sure to avoid eye contact with the rest of you as you all quietly file out of the room.

“hey,” kate pulls up a chair across from johnny and . “what’s up, spill.” she leans forward with her elbows on her knees and offers her hands to johnny.

sometimes johnny just shrugs while eyeing the floor and other times he can come up with a vague reaction why he feels so off but either way he always takes kate’s hands in his.

“dunno…” johnny sighs this time, his shoulders relaxing a little when kate starts to rub her thumbs over his knuckles.

kate nods and never pushes for an answer if johnny doesn’t give her one. she’ll just hum and lean her forehead against his. “well whatever it is, it’s wrong or won’t happen or anything like that. when john came to me about putting this team together and i read your file, i was truly amazed at everything you can do. i trust him and i trust you to get the job done and you excel every single time.”

they’ll sit there and chat about random things until johnny has calmed himself down. kate sometimes tells johnny stupid little stories about john and gaz that make him crack up. when the two open the door to leave, they just now realize how long they’d been chatting.

gaz sits on the floor next to the door, arms crossed over his chest and legs crossed ankle over ankle. his head is leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed and a small smile on his face while you talk. you’ve got your head resting on his thigh while your body is angled toward ghost to talk to him. ghost sat in an office chair he pulled up across from you two. price sat in his own office chair next to ghost, twisting the chair side to side a little as he commented on yours and ghost’s conversation.

“no, cause what do you mean you don’t get hot when sleeping with the mask on, there’s no way-“ you stop when the door clicks open. “guys, that crazy person claims he never gets, like, sweaty at night with his mask on.” you give them a baffled look. ghost simply shrugs and snorts a little.

“i’ve never seen him sleep with it off.” gaz sits his head up as he chuckles. “i’ve barely seen him sleep now that i think about it… do you sleep?” he teases.

ghost huffs a laugh. “no. i don’t.” he says, plain and simple. price chuckles but doesn’t add anything. he loves his stupid (not actually stupid, very far from it) little team.

soap laughs and shakes his head. “no, cause let’s talk about how gaz has called laswell mom… on several occasions.” he gives an evil grin as he looks down at gaz.

“…how do you know about that-“ gaz catches kate’s smile before she ducks back into the conference room. “kate! we weren’t going to tell anyone about that.”

“oops?” she smiles when she pokes her head back around the corner.

soap laughs again, all of his uneasiness melting away as everyone laughs with him.

when you’ve all noticed that johnny is feeling off, a group hug is initiated.

“alright, none of that today. everyone get your asses up, we’re hugging. soap you’re in the middle.” one of you, usually price, would say.

sometimes, he’ll dramatically slump in his chair until all four (or five if kate is there) of you are pulling him up out of the chair and into a big hug. johnny will start loudly complaining how he’s being squished or that he’s too warm right now for this but it calms him down almost immediately.

other times, when you guys are too lazy to pick johnny up, you’ll all just stand in a circle around him while linking arms. johnny will laugh at all of your laziness then reach up from his seat to attack the known ticklish teammates of his. you and gaz end up trying, and failing, to dodge johnny’s attempt to poke either of your sides. simon is praying that johnny continues to assume that a poke to simon’s side wouldn’t make him hold in a laugh.

it would.

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