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leoandlancer · 1 year

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Alright, I'll bite: what's the intro starter pack for the Soap and the Skullman? You successfully have me intrigued.

I AM DELIGHTED YOU'VE ASKED

Skullman and Soap are from the game Call of Duty Modern Warfare II. It's a 2022 remake of a game that came out in 2009, and the remake has some notable improvements and provides an interesting perspective of how video games have changed in the last 14 years across the board; visuals, pacing, story, characters, challenges etc etc. All of which is cool but I'm here exclusively for the wall of beef being served.

Allow me to explain.

The single player story game includes 2+ hours of pristine cut scenes carrying the plot and character development, and any number of hours playing the game which includes banter and fps’ing. POV bounces between two teams having adventures and bein' sneaky all over the world. There’s also a Multiplayer mode but I know next to nothing about it so you’ve certainly come to the right place to learn some things. Youtube has a bunch of great Let’s Plays for the entire game, as well as videos of just all the cut scenes. Highly recommend, not least of all because I was blindsided by how wholesome it all turned out to be.

Simon "Ghost" Riley 👻 💀

Character with so much going on if anyone but a triple A studio pitched him they'd be told to calm down. Wildly op. Incredible passive intimidation score. Somehow internationally feared stealth agent despite Looking Like That. Aesthetic as fuck. Ranked Lieutenant if you can tell the different breeds of officer apart. HEIGHT. Manchester accent. Tragic backstory. The mask is a whole other post and I’m not normal about it. Despite going into it like a cat being forced into a bath, he is one half of the Grumpy One Soft for the Sunshine One trope that causes me physical agonies. (Secret third thing! Poor Little Meow Meow candidate.)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish 🧼

You know how sometimes when a zoo or sanctuary has a cheetah or something that’s super anxious they’ll give them a chill, reliable, confident, protective dog friend? Yeah, anyway Soap is assigned to Ghost in the beginning of the game. SCOTTISH. Mohawk. Wears jeans throughout most of the game despite being continually dunked in cold water. Everyone wants to work with him so he kept being reassigned and always had to make new friends. Other half of the Grumpy One Soft for the Sunshine One trope, but Soap was an immediate, I mean immediate, adopter of his part. (Bonus! Pinnacle of AW little guy!!! Oh he’s a little bit fucked up actually..)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Carries this team on his fuckin’ wings. Good at everything. Set all the records when he was in training and no one’s touched them. Eldest sibling energy someone give him a break. If a situation could kill a normal human, Gaz might be mildly discommoded.

John Price

Captain of Team 141, which Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are a part of. Keeps finding and adopting wildly competent soldiers/rebels/mercenaries as allies all over the world who would very literally die for him and they’re not wrong. Very protective of his kids allies. Could attack an army with a soggy corn chip and win. Team Dad.

Alejandro Vargas

Managing with grace and panache despite his job apparently requiring him to fight everyone within a 200km radius. A colonel in the Mexican special forces. Stressed, but make it hot. Gets to prep for disaster like the world is ending but unlike most preppers seems to be having a blast and it all comes in handy. Loves his team do NOT separate them. Does attack an army with a soggy corn chip and win.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

The only man on earth capable of being Alejandro’s second in command and exceed expectations. Incredibly good at everything. Much too well behaved and well mannered for this. Not high enough ranked to decide on problems, not low enough ranked for them to not be his problems. Someone help him.

Phillip Graves

Commander of Shadow Company, a private military thing. Gets to live, laugh, love being a mercenary with a massive fucking armory and zero restrictions. Suspect he has the keys to his tiny southern USA hometown and his parents are embarrassingly proud of him. Energy of a Jack Russel Terrier in a world of squirrels.

How much more space do I have? There’s a lot more ground to cover. I’m missing way too many characters.

Farah Ahmed Karim

Leader of the Urzikistan Liberation Force and a human shaped meteor. Price asks her for help and before he can hang up she kick slides in on a dirt bike with a machine gun and a squadron of fighters behind her. Coolest person in any room. Lots of stuff on her plate but seems really organized about it.

Kate “Watcher” Lazwell

Their CIA connection. Buddies with Price like everyone else except she’s the wine aunt to Price’s Team dad. Has killed people with her bare hands and will kill again. Is married and adores her wife. Cares SO MUCH but manages to not be burned out by constant bullshit.

Ok so now we’re into the boys from the multiplayer part of the game and listen there are crumbs of canon content and a cake of fanon content.

König

The man is 6′10″ tall and built better than most F150s. Wears the hood over his face because being taller than every standard doorway in Europe while dealing with heavy anxiety could be easier. Found confidence and comfort in getting really good at murder. Will go a little berserk, as a treat. Wanted to be a sniper but does not have the patience. ADHD icon. Fanon knows in their heart he can be categorized as a sopping wet man who needs a forehead kiss and a grilled cheese cut diagonal.

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin 🐯

Joined the military to escape gambling debts then found out he’s actually really good at being in the military. Knows about pop culture phenomena first, cool about it when you finally catch on. Fighting unspecified inner demons. No one knows why he wears a mask but fanon assumes he has delicious scars.

(Bonus! His actor, Nick Martineau, is a menace!)

So there’s a lot more but, listen, look at me, ok? Look at me. I am holding your face in my cupped hands. I am looking into your eyes. I am speaking so earnestly. Listen, I am so not normal about this ok? Please message me if you want to know anything else. I will be so stoked.

Genuinely, it was really fun to watch a bunch of lets plays and find it went from surprisingly good to actually good to oh I’m INVESTED invested in this. Replay/rewatch value is high, and there’s plenty of neat things that work well, good fridge horror, and a lot of the game runs on the characters just really liking each other. A central pillar of the story line is that Ghost makes a friend =) and that saves the day. Which is nice. There’s plenty more in the game to talk about but this is just what I’m taking away to share for now.

Ok thanks for asking, I hope some of this was helpful!

#call of duty #modern warefare ii #mwii #asks #kitsune2022 #Ghost #Soap #Gaz #Price #Alejandro #Rudy #Graves #Farah #Lazwell #Konig #Horangi

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bressynotanymore · 9 months

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At the training grounds 🗡️

#simon ghost riley #kate lazwell #141 Royalty!AU #call of duty #mwii #cod #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon riley #she beats his ass a couple times till the lessons stick

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1000brightstars · 8 months

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Anyone wanna take bets on who's gonna die in MWIII?

I think leaks said there were gonna be 3 confirmed deaths and unless they do a major twist, we can assume that Price isn't gonna be one since he's basically supposed to the main character and the whole premise revolved around it being Price vs Makarov.

#its gonna be too early for it be soap or ghost right?#and they haven't done anything yet with Gaz #and no way they would risk killing Lazwell since she's their lgbt rep #modern warfare III #modern warfare 3

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strawb3rrysunda3 · 1 month

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not mine but pissed me off so much THE MAN IS NOT A BASIC BITCH

Also KFC?! SERIOUSLY OH MY GOD 💀

"the classics"

Aka

"I refuse to study this character there fore I will go off of basic stereotypical answers that may or may not be racist." YOU BASIC BITCH

Gaz my love my sweetie you deserve so much more that fucking KFC and McDonald's also I'm sure your pancakes are top tier, we need more than this though

Also... white monster... I'm taking that how I am rn hold on **WHITE** monster yeah ok-

Ok for y'all who want a real answer let's do some research TOGETHER.

Gaz is very quick on his feet as in his wiki for MW he completed his training course in 19 seconds! He's also very chill and extremely funny based off the dialogue in MW2 with lazwell and price, he's very dedicated and does research. He's a smart cookie 😊 he got along with Alejandro and Rudy so I say he's very much an extrovert/ people guy since everyone he's met LOVES HIM. So I'd say he's a fan of group meals, loves eating with about anyone he knows especially soap and price since he's gotten along with them for awhile. He's also feisty so he also probably eats quickly too as the military is always on the move so that's kinda obvious. For favorite foods I've done some research

Gaz was born and raised in London England and his parents are of Ghanaian decent wow! So doing some research on the foods I tried to find as home made as possible cause I'm sure England doesn't have a lot of foods from that culture so ive decided his favorite food is drum roll please!

Boiled yam or plantain with Kontomire stew! It looks soo good oh my god- with koobi fish and smoked macarel since London is literally an island their fish varatey is up there! So most of the ingredients are easy finds or can be grown to be made. Which makes an easy yet cultural home made dish that I think suits him very well with his high metabolism.

Do your research so I don't have to clean up your mess 🫶

#cod mw2 #modern warefare ii #cod mw3 #call of duty #modern warfare 3 #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #my boy is so cute #do your own research #favorite foods #ghanaian culture #OYE LAD HES BRITISH SO HE EATS NOT BRITISH FOOD SHITS BLAND #smart cookie

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nptnewr · 10 months

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The Dog Days are Over

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader Soulmate AU

Chapter 3

a/n: special thanks to @hioreh for helping me figure out what to do for this chapter I hope it makes sense 😭 also i was laughing so hard that the acronym in this story ending up being ATE like I am so real for that

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Pronouns Used: They/Them

Summary: It’s a short time off for task force 141 when Ghost bumps into you at your bookshop. It sends a spark through both of you, but Ghost quickly shrugs it off and leaves. However, when he gets back to base, ready to sleep before a new mission he feels a body next to him in bed. He immediately grabs a knife only to find out it’s you with wide eyes and a trembling body.

Word Count: 1.8k

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Warnings: Typical COD MW2 Dialogue & Violence | Slow Burn | If I have missed any let me know!

Starting the truck back up, Simon makes his way back to base. He feels a small bead of sweat begins to drip from his brow as he picks up his phone and looks through the contacts. Simon only knows one person whose soulmate is a civilian, and the thought of calling them right now makes him want to puke.

Pulling up Laswell’s contact, Simon takes a deep breath before hitting call. It rings four times before the call is picked up.

“Lieutenant? What are you calling me at six in the morning for? You should be getting suited up right now. The team leaves in twenty.” Simon holds his breath for a few moments before he answers.

“Laswell, with all due respect, I won’t be makin’ it on the mission. There’s been an…incident and I need to speak with you urgently.” Simon grits his teeth as he admits he won’t make the mission. It’s the first time he’s ever said that.

There is a pause from Laswell’s line before she speaks. “Alright, come to my office as soon as you can.”

Before Simon can respond the line goes dead and he throws the phone into the passenger seat of his truck. The rest of the drive up to base is silent, only the soft humming coming from the truck reminding Simon he’s still moving. Simon parks the car, slamming the door as he hops down from the driver’s seat.

Simon walks down the hallways he’s memorized, the ones he’s used for years now. He makes his way straight toward Lazwell’s office. The 141 have been out of the base for almost ten minutes now and Simon feels nothing but anger towards himself for not being there with his team.

Simon can’t understand why he can’t blame you for what’s happened. He should’ve screamed at you, cursed you for being a weak civilian that’s making him miss a mission. But, Simon can’t blame you, not when he thinks about how innocent you looked when you found the perfect book for him. He’s not even upset that he had to drive you through town to take you home. If anything, it made him feel like he got to spend more time with you.

Simon steps up to Laswell’s office, knocking twice before stepping back to wait for her answer.

“Lieutenant, come in!” Laswell’s voice echoes outside of her office.

Opening up the door, Simon walks into her office, a rather large space that could be used as a debriefing room if need be. He takes a seat in one of the office chairs closest to Laswell’s desk as he waits for her to speak. Laswell is sitting behind her desk, she moves her hands to clasp in front of her on the desk.

“I need a hell of a good explanation to tell the higher-ups when they as why one of their best men isn’t out there with his team. Not to mention the fact that the team thinks you’ve gone insane for missing a mission.” Laswell leans closer to Simon, almost trying to read him through his mask.

“Laswell, I didn’t want to bring the attention of the team to this issue. When I was at the shops around town yesterday, I bumped into a soulmate.” Simon takes a deep breath. “My soulmate. I bumped into my soulmate, who ended up jumping into my quarters last night. I didn’t go on my mission because if they end up in the middle of a battlefield…”

Laswell tries to keep her composure, but her mouth drops open slightly in shock. She thought out of all the 141 men Johnny would be the first to deal with this, maybe even Price at his age, but never Ghost.

“Simon,” Laswell has never spoken to him using his true name. “This is something important that we have to deal with. I know why you came to me, and I’m glad you did. There is not a day where I don’t worry my wife will end up in the middle of a fight or kidnapped if she jumped at me. I understand how terrifying that can be. But, I have good news.”

Laswell smiles as she pulls what looks to be an earplug from her ear. It’s a solid black device that Simon never noticed was in her ear before. She places the device in Simon’s hand, allowing him to look at the device closely.

“These are called anti-transitional earpieces, or ATEs for short. When you place them in your ear they calm your emotions when they are getting out of hand, allowing you a second to collect yourself before continuing a mission.” Laswell smiles as she watches Simon become less tense at her solution. “The reason why a soulmate jumps is that their other half emotionally needs them. It causes you to yearn to protect and nurture your soulmate without you even knowing it. Once the touch is initiated, your souls are intertwined whether you like it or not.”

“They said the same thing, that our souls are intertwined. Sounds like some bollocks fairy tale story.” Simon huffs as Laswell chuckles.

“It may sound like that, but it’s something that has been around forever. You need to keep that in mind now that you have a soulmate. If you stay away from them for too long, ATE or not, it will hurt both of you.” Laswell’s face drops.

Simon nods, he knows that Laswell has most likely experienced that firsthand.

“I’ll have your earpiece done by the time the boys get back. I can speak to the captain about your absence, but I can’t vouch for you when it comes to Gaz and Soap. Good luck with that, Lieutenant.” Laswell winks at Simon playfully before he stands up from his chair, walking out of the room.

Simon closes the door to Laswell’s office and begins to walk back outside of the base. He needed a walk or a cigarette, maybe both would be the perfect option. The thought of Price knowing that he had a soulmate was annoying enough, but now he is going to have to find out what to say to Johnny. There were a lot of times when Simon knew exactly what to do, but this was not one of those times.

Taking long strides towards the door of the base with his head in the clouds, Simon barely notices that he’s no longer walking on concrete. He misses he’s in a different place entirely until he feels a pressure on his chest and a gasp. Looking down, he notices you were staring at him with wide eyes. Your hands were pressed against his chest and he looks around to see he’s in a small flat.

“Okay, we have to stop doing this it hasn’t even been a fucking day.” You laugh looking at Simon who looks incredibly small inside of your flat.

“Sorry,” Simon grumbles, not daring to move any farther into your home.

“It’s okay, I guess we’ve got to get used to it.” You point in the direction of your kitchen. “Would you like some tea while you’re here, Simon?”

Simon freezes for a second when he hears you say his name. The way you say it has his chest hurting, it makes him feel like he’s losing his mind. After a moment he nods his head at your question.

“Earl gray if you have it.” You nod and head towards the kitchen.

“Feel free to sit down on the couch, I’ll be over in a moment.” You walk up towards the kettle, pouring water into it.

“So, how was the rest of your morning,” You try to start a conversation with Simon, hoping to learn something about your soulmate.

“Fine, spoke to my higher-ups, they are giving me a device to keep us from jumping.” Simon watches as you waltz around the kitchen, grabbing tea bags and sugar cubes from the cabinet.

“I had no idea that was capable. I guess I don’t know a lot about what the military is capable of though.” You frown slightly at the thought of secrecy between you and your soulmate.

“You have no idea,” Simon grumbles.

You take the tea off of the stove and make two cups placing sugar in yours. Grabbing the two cups, you make your way toward Simon and sit down beside him on the couch.

“Do you have to go back anytime soon?” You ask, turning towards him.

“Not today, the guys will be on the mission all day leaving me without a team to train with for the day.” Simon lifts his mask slightly and takes a sip of his tea. You are mesmerized by the bit of skin and beautiful pink lips that appear, but they disappear all too soon for your liking.

“Can you tell me anything about what you do? I know you’re in the military, but what branch?” You inquire.

“It’s classified, for your safety I’d rather you never know.” Simon hopes the questions stop there, but you aren’t satisfied.

“Okay, well then what about the mask? Can I see your face since I’m your soulmate? Do you have a bad scar or-”

“No. You can’t see my face, if you did I would have to kill you.” You tense up at his statement, but when you look at him you can tell he’s smiling beneath his mask.

“That is so not funny, Simon! What is the real reason?” You can’t help, but smile as you scold him.

“The world isn’t ready for this handsome face yet.” Simon batts his eyelashes at you, causing you to burst out into a fit of giggles.

“You’re an idiot.” You shake your head and place your teacup on the coffee table.

“I’m serious ‘bout the mask though, no one has seen my face except a few people. It’s going to take a lot of time before I feel comfortable enough.” You nod your head, understanding that he just doesn’t know you enough.

You and Simon continue to speak about whatever you can think of, which ends up being mostly your life story. Simon decided to stay quiet about most of his past, making your heart hurt because you wanted to know more about him. Once the sun begins to set Simon sits up from the couch only to stare at you.

“Uh, I didn’t exactly drive here, think you can give me a ride?” Simon places his hands in his pockets.

“I didn’t even think about that! The only issue is that I don’t have a car.” You frown slightly.

Simon sighs knowing there’s one person that would pick him up. However, he isn’t sure how to ask his teammate who he left without explanation this morning to pick him up from your flat. He holds up a hand to you as he grabs his phone out of his pocket.

“I’ve got it. You remember Johnny, right?”

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captainpricelover · 11 months

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Favoritism

Captain John Price x F!reader. Nsfw

No use of y/n dw babes I got you

You had always noticed that your commanding officer paid you special attention, but you figured out why after a mission in Amsterdam.

Gaz has driven you and Price back to the hotel you’re staying at after Laswell took the cartel member for a “talk”. You’re all about to head to your respective rooms when your Captain walks in front of you, blocking your door.

“Do you mind helping me figure out some of this intel about Hussain? ” He says in a hushed tone. His voice was low.

“No, not at all, sir!” You smile as you begin to follow him towards his hotel suit.

He opens the door for you waiting for you to step in, you quickly glance over to where Gaz’s room was to see that he had entered.

“Quick question John, why are we figuring out about Hussain when Lazwell is literally torturing someone as we speak to find out where he is?” You ask while taking a seat on the king-sized bed and while John sits at the vanity

“We’re not, just needed an excuse to talk to you?” He confesses

“You don’t need an excuse to talk to me silly!” You laugh, you and John had always been close, ever since you joined 141. Never really being open about your friendship due to how fast rumours spread around base, so you both decided to keep it on the down low.

“You could have got seriously hurt back there at the cafe, you realise that, right?”

“Two things, I’m a soldier, and there’s always going to be a chance of me getting hurt it's in the job description,” You laugh “Second Gaz was closer to the action than me but I don’t see you dragging into your hotel room, being all concerned for him,”

“I care about you, you know that. I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt, especially on my watch,” He sighs as he makes eye contact with you.

“I care about you too,” You reply smiling back at him.

He stands up and begins to pour out two glasses of whiskey before handing one to you. He smiles as you take it and sits back down next to you. He takes a cigar out of his coat pocket before taking the coat off and tossing it on the floor.

“Why am I your favourite John?” The question has always played on your mind and you thought no better time than now to answer it.

He looks at you for a few seconds, before taking a deep breath. “Well, you’re a smart soldier who happens to be very pretty!” He laughs before making eye contact with you once again. You blush at the compliment.

“That’s it?” You ask “You only like me because I'm pretty?”

“What can I say, I am a man after all!” he laughs while placing a hand on your upper thigh. Your eyes flick between his hand and his face.

“I do also think you’re an incredible person who-”

His sentence is cut off by you asking an incredibly simple question.

”John, do you want to fuck me?”

His eyes widen with shock, “Don’t say stuff like that! You’ll give me a heart attack”

“You didn't answer my question, Do you-” He interrupts you this time

“Wouldn’t you rather be with someone your age?” He asks with genuine curiosity

“I want you, John”

Thats all you had to say before he's crashing his lips into yours. His hand on your thigh travels up more while he uses his free hand to hold the back of your head, pushing it closer to deepen the kiss. He massage your thighs before standing up and moving in between your legs. He slowly separates them while getting on his knees. Price pulls your trousers off in one quick movement He places little kisses over your clothed cunt before moving your panties to the side and sucking on your clit. You grab the back of his head, your fingers interlaced with his brown locks to support yourself as you grind against his face trying to satisfy your aching need. He pokes his tongue into your quivering hole and begins to devour you like a starving before thrusting two of his fingers in,

“You taste like fucking heaven!” He flashes you a toothy grin before using his free hand to massage your left boob.

“Are you sure you want this? Once I start I’m not going to stop.” He says with a slightly stern look on his face. You nod back

“Words, love.”

“Please, I want you inside me, John!”

He removes his hands from you and begins to undress himself, chucking his clothes on the ground hastily. He massages his shaft while staring at you, admiring this gorgeous view. He does this for a few seconds before grabbing your hips and aligning your entrance with his cock, he begins to tease you by only inserting his tip.

“Please, John” You beg

“Your wish is my command, princess!” He smirks while inserting his full length in one thrust. You wrap your legs around his waist and continues to thrust in and out of your pussy. Price places one of his hands on your lower belly, smirking every time he can feel himself move inside you. He leans down and latches on to your nipple. John increases the speed and power of his movements every time he thrusts.

“I’m close, John!” You scream as pure ecstasy runs through your veins

“Good girl, Cum for me!” He commands. And as a soldier, you’ve got to follow your captain’s orders so you cum, on his cock. He feels your walls clenching around his manhood bringing Price to his climax. He lays on the bed next to you for a minute to catch his breath before getting up and running a bath. He returns from the bathroom a minute later and walks back over to you,

“Let's get you cleaned up, eh?”

#captain price x reader #captain price #captain price headcanons #captain price x reader smut #john price x reader #john price headcanons #captain john price #cod mw price #cod hcs #cod mw2 #cod #fem reader #x reader

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peppermint-toads · 1 year

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𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 im halfway through the new campaign and had to write something before i exploded. so yes take heed there is actual cod plot in this 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 simon "ghost" riley x female reader, ghost x female reader, slight non-con but ghost doesn’t mean it that way he just has a hard time expressing his little feelings, ghost is not nice, slight wound-play but not rly, piv sex, slapping, light choking, blood, knife wound, actual cod plot, post al mazrah mission, your callsign is vermin bc ghost thinks you are annoying, 1.5k wc 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 you do something stupid so ghost hate-fucks you

“Simon! I already fucking apologized. How many times do you want me to say it? We weren’t moving fast enough and I just thought—”

“You weren’t thinking!”

“We could’ve gotten him.”

“You ran into an active air raid, and if I hadn't pulled you back you would be dead, Vermin.”

In that moment, you seemed to remember that Ghost did in fact save you from your own stupidity. You inhaled a sharp breath, wincing as your lungs shakily filled and pressed against your bruised ribs. You could feel the shallow knife wound in your side stretch and rub against the white gauze wrapped around your waist with every move you made.

“Lazwell would have Hassan by now if you wouldn’t have stopped me.” You murmured, feeling your eyes sting with tears as Ghost finally turned his back to you. The sound of his heavy boots hitting the old wood floor of the safe house halted, and his head turned to the left hauntingly slowly. He crossed the room in about three swift steps, his face about an inch away from yours. His gloved fingers pinched the fat of your cheeks together.

“Next time I’ll let you fucking die.”

You couldn’t help the yelp that caught in your throat when he released your face. You stumbled backwards, catching yourself on the worn desk in front of the fireplace.

As soon as you had compromised the mission, Ghost dragged you back to the transport with his forearms locked underneath your armpits. The medics tended your wounds as soon as you landed at the base in Austria.

You glared up at him, one hand still grasping the desk and the other your side where blood started seeping through your bandages and thin white tank top.

“You’re a dick, Simon.”

“And you’re a selfish pain in my ass, everybody’s ass.”

And then you rose to your full height again, grunting as you lifted one hand and pulled it back to strike his cheek, but his fingers curled harshly around your wrist, and he was pushing your hand behind your back and pulling the bottom half of his mask down to shove his lips onto yours.

It was barely even a kiss, it was like he was just trying to smash his face onto yours as hard as he could, teeth, tongue, all of it. His hand left your wrist, quickly finding the button to your pants and nearly ripping it off. Then he was shoving them down your thighs and pulling you over to the couch.

“Simon, what the fuck?”

“Shut up.”

He knelt down with one knee pressed into the couch between your thighs, then his face was back on yours and his hands were bunching up your top above your chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, groping and squeezing your tits with his massive palms. And it wasn’t comfortable. He had saved your life, you destroyed his mission, and now you owed him.

He shoved you down by your shoulder, and your head thumped against the arm of the couch. His fingers cupped your cunt over your military issued white, cotton panties and you both groaned. All of your physical pain was taken over by something else, taken over by him. Completely. And you’d let him do anything he wanted.

“Are you sorry?” He asked through gritted teeth, lowering himself down on top of you, arms steady on either side of your head. His cock was hard and straining against his pants, you could already feel the heat of it on your pussy.

He sat up on his haunches, pulling his pants down enough to free his aching dick, the elastic band of his matching white, cotton boxers pushing up against the underside of his balls.

Your panties were soon hooked around your knees, and your calves were being smushed up against his chest. The discomfort of it all faded as soon as you felt his cock and his precum slide against your soaked pussy.

He slid himself up and down, up and down until you were keening, begging him for nothing with cries of his name.

“Simon, Simon please.”

The head of his dick caught against your fluttering hole, slowly notching inside. His head fell back, and you could tell his jaw was hung open slightly by the way his mask stretched.

His thumb caressed your cheek where he had violently grabbed it only a few minutes ago. The soothing strokes did nothing to distract you from his immediately brutal pace. You watched your feet dangle helplessly by his ears with every punch to your cervix, your eyes never daring to drift to his.

“Are you sorry?”

“Fuck—I already, already said I’m sorry—Jesus!” You hiccuped.

Simon snarled, staring down at you with unfeeling eyes while his hand drifted to your waist.

“Simon? What are you doing? Don’t—”

You cried out as you felt his fingers press into your would, your head snapping forward and then immediately falling back against the couch. It stung. It stung and you mewled, trying to conceal your pathetic noises by shoving your face into the back of the couch. You blindly tried to push his hand away but you were no match for his strength.

His lips were pink and swollen, partly covered by the top and bottom of his mask. You couldn’t help the way you tried to scoot yourself down the couch, get closer and closer to his punishing thrusts. Your entire body burned with shame and humiliation as you squirmed for him. You were openly sobbing as he split you open.

“Don’t disobey my orders ever again.”

You swore you heard his voice crack.

“Don’t—Don’t do it again.” He was pleading with you. His hand was wrapped around your throat after forcing you to look at him again, his thumb stroking circles on your neck. No matter how harsh he was, some part of him was always subconsciously soothing you. Even on the transport to Austria, you felt his hand latched onto your vest the entire time.

“I won’t,” you choked. “I won’t, Simon, I promise.”

He leaned down to rest his forehead on yours, breathing in the same air as you. You saw his eyes flutter closed and felt his hips stutter upwards.

“Simon I’m gonna—”

“Yeah.”

Then you were arching your chest into his and your stomach was convulsing, cunt squeezing his cock so perfectly. He sighed into your mouth, his thrusts becoming shorter as he pumped his cum deep into your warmth.

For a moment it was just you and Simon, inhaling deeply with each other. Then you sighed out in pain, whimpering softly, and Simon realized what he’d just done to you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

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“Hold this up.” You did, holding the end of your shirt just above the slash in your side. He wordlessly pulled the gauze off your body, carefully peeling off the cotton pads underneath.

He left the room for a minute, returning with a med kit that must've been stashed somewhere in the house.

He returned to his place on the couch and flipped open the lid, returning to his silent work.

Every pained noise you made chipped away at his very soul, and he couldn’t help but blame himself. He wasn’t supposed to care like that. About you or anybody else.

He abandoned his own mission just to make sure you were safe. He was lucky Soap managed to get the rest of the task force out of Al Mazrah safely, albeit without Hassan. He’d never done anything like that before, but when he saw you running towards the fallout he knew he’d follow you anywhere.

“The others will be here soon.” You said, and he nodded.

“We have to be in Mexico tomorrow. You’ll stay with me tonight.”

“Okay.” You agreed quietly as he finished rewrapping your side and packed up the med kit.

“Come with me.”

You trailed down the hall after him to one of the rooms. There was one small, metal bed frame in the center of it, and you sat on the edge of it watching him.

You watched Simon’s back as he dug through his backpack that he had slung to the floor.

“Here,” he shoved one of his shirts towards you to replace your own blood-soaked one.

You changed quickly, watching him undress down to his boxers and black ribbed tank top. He climbed into the small bed with you, coaxing you back to lie down with him, both of you too exhausted to exchange any words.

Simon held you close to his chest, this time careful to avoid touching your ribs and side. You were happy to finally feel clean and dry, everything that happened that day coming flooding back to you and you sobbed. Completely overwhelmed with emotion, you cried into his shirt while he shushed you softly. You fell asleep with his arms around you and tear stains on your cheeks.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost fanfiction #ghost x reader smut

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plussizedreader · 6 months

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Hello all! I was inspired by the amazing @391780 and her fat reader stories to start this blog (so give her a follow!) anyways introduction post!

My name is Bo/Maul, and this blog will be dedicated to ONLY fat readers with canon characters with multiple fandoms. There will be smut, so this blog will be 18+, so any younger I will block! I will primarily write a fem reader, but will try my hardest to try male or gn readers!

Here are the fandoms and characters I’ll write for! I try to get all my smaller interest in here for those who also like it and get zero content for it!

Horror-

House of Wax (Bo, Vincent, and Lester)

Firefly trilogy (Baby, Otis, Foxy, I will write Spaulding, but fluff and anything but smut since he reminds me a lot of my grandpa lol)

31 (Doomhead)

Micheal Myers from any version of the series

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (any version of Leatherface Thomas, Bubba etc, Choptop)

Near Dark (Severen, Jesse, Diamondback)

Saw (Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young, Adam Stanheight)

Video Games-

Red Dead Redemption (Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Abigail Roberts-Marston, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Tilly Jackson, Susan Grimshaw)

Call of Duty Modern Warfare Remake Games (John Price, Simon Riley, Soap, Gaz, Alex Keller, Farrah (I’ll write romance but no smut for Farrah!), Kate Lazwell, Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.)

Last of Us (Joel Miller, Ellie Williams (I will ONLY write adult Ellie and only ever with a Fem reader) Abby Anderson, Tommy Miller)

Days Gone (Deacon St John, Boozer)

Mortal Kombat (Johnny Cage, Kenchi,Sub Zero, Scorpion, Shang Tsung, Shao Khan, Mileena, Kitana, Sindel, Kabal, Kano, Erron Black. NOTE please specify which timeline these characters are from or which movie so I know the correct characterization!)

Resident Evil series (Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg, Carlos Olivera, Chris Redfield.)

Movies/TV-

Star Wars (Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul)

Stranger Things (Hopper, Eddie Munson)

Blacklist (Raymond Reddington)

With that being said, while I will write smut, there are things I will not write, such as fat fetish and weight gain fetish bullshit, and I will continue to expand this list, also I can just simply say no I’m not gonna write it if I don’t like it lol.

This list is bound to change with my interest and I’ll add and take off things as needed! Please send in any request and I’ll start working on it shortly!

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buglord-isaac · 1 year

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Price Gaz fic

(Gift for @vic-draws-sometimes based off his recent art)

The private 141 celebratory dinner that Lazwell had organised was going even better than Gaz had imagined. The combination of many glasses genuinely good wine, the suits that everyone was wearing, and the relaxed and happy conversations they were having over food was proving to make them all forget about their recent missions.

Soap was patched up from his beating, but appeared to be enjoying himself as he chatted to Ghost, who had a full black suit and a simple black mask on. Alejandro and Rodolfo had been invited too, and were busy singing whatever song would come on in loud and obnoxious voices that would make everyone laugh. Price and Gaz had spent most of the night bantering with Lazwell, who seemed to genuinely be enjoying herself. However, when her wife finally arrived, her focus shifted away from Price and Gaz.

John had been complimenting Kyle on how he handled the mission since they got back, but alcohol turned his praise into overdrive. While Kyle didn’t much enjoy being praised by others, John’s praise always made him soft and filled him with a certain type of ecstasy. They were both into each other. They both knew it. But John had always seemed uncomfortable with the power imbalance they had with Kyle being a Sergeant and John being a Captain. Kyle didn’t care. He enjoyed it. He wanted his captain to take control, but whenever they would get close to kissing, Kyle would make the mistake of calling him ‘sir’ and messing everything up.

They had been dancing around each other like this for months now. Getting painfully close to each other and not being able to follow through. They were close to that part of the cycle again, where they were insanely close. John was speaking his praises about Kyle’s sniper skills close to his ear, in his deep raspy voice that sent tingles down his spine. Their legs were pressed against each other, Kyle looking down at John’s hand as the fingers tapped against the wine glass he was holding.

It was insane, the amount he wanted his captain. As the whispering continued in his ear, his mind wandered to thinking about how good it would be for him to whisper that to him in bed, their bodies touching, John holding him down as he used him how he wanted. No self doubt. No power imbalance. Just them.

“You say all this praise to me, and yet you fail to remember that you survived a helicopter crash.” His voice was soft, betraying his feelings. His chest was so very tight. “Big strong man…”

He had to remember not to say Captain… don’t say it… don’t say ‘sir’. No matter how much he wanted to. It would ruin the mood. He was so close.

“You’re walking a fine line, Kyle.”

“And what is that line?”

John leaned more into Kyle, his hand moving down to his lower back and slipping his fingers ever so slightly under his suit jacket.

“A line I am far too tipsy to care about… a line I wouldn’t want to cross without your permission…”

“And what if I want to break that line? Demolish it. Make it so that line doesn’t exist at all anymore?”

“Don’t tempt me, Kyle…”

Kyle could feel his breath down the back of his neck. He was so close that he could feel the hairs on his face tickling his neck and cheek.

Don’t call him sir…

“I’ll tempt you all I want, John.”

He moved his head so he could speak more into his ear. “And I want you.”

He heard a click as John gritted his teeth, and a little guttural groan. That must’ve done it.

“Fucking hell, Kyle…”

“How about we get some air? Outside. Somewhere where no one can see us?”

John groaned again, but sat up properly and sighed through his gritted teeth.

“Fine. I need a cigar anyways.”

“I’ll join you in a few minutes. Go enjoy that cigar.”

John looked him up and down for half a second, then stood. Kyle watched him leave the room and shuddered, his heart racing beyond comprehension. He wanted him so badly…

Kyle waited exactly three minutes before going to join John outside. He was down the side of the building, well away from the main thoroughfare of the walkways. He was sucking the end of his cigar with his eyes closed, taking in every molecule of smoke. It seemed to relax him. When he touched his captain’s arm, he whipped around and grabbed his wrists, the cigar still between two of his fingers.

This took Kyle by surprise, but it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise by any stretch of the imagination. He looked up at John, who had a soft, thoughtful expression on his face.

“Open your mouth, Kyle. Tongue out.”

Kyle obeyed, and watched as John came close, breathing the smoke currently in his lungs into his mouth in a thin but powerful stream. He could see it escaping his mouth and floating up, clouding his vision slightly, but he didn’t care. He felt the moustache brushing against his lips, then felt John’s lips on his, pushing his tongue back into his mouth and following it with his own. The taste of smoke and wine mixed so perfectly in their mouths.

He was so professional with his kisses. His body pressed Kyle’s against the wall just as his legs started to falter, catching him. When he separated from the kiss, they both breathed out smoke and watched it dissipate in the air. John took another breath of the cigar, then put out the fire by pressing it into the wall near Kyle’s ear. He heard the sizzle on the brick. Somehow it just added to the tightness in his chest and stomach. He was so enamoured with his captain… the kiss put him on cloud nine.

John breathed out the smoke again and watched it dissipate again, then his eyes focussed back onto Kyle. One hand made its way around Kyle’s waist once more, and he saw absolute adoration in the older man’s eyes. He was just as in love with him. He knew it. His hands moved up and rested gently on the fabric on John’s chest. He could feel his heartbeat under the fabric, very faintly, but he could feel it.

“Are you sure about this, Kyle?”

So caring… that’s one of the reasons he loved him so much.

“As sure as I’ll ever be.”

John didn’t seem to need any more reassurance. He kissed Kyle again with even more force than last time, grabbing hard onto his waist as if he’d try to get away. Finally, Kyle let himself relax and revel in the moment. He wrapped his arms around John’s neck, feeling the lifting of his arms lift up his suit jacket. John took this opportunity to untuck his undershirt and slip his hands fully up underneath it, making his back tingle with the skin-to-skin touch. He was in heaven.

John’s lips left Kyle’s own, moving to the side and kissing from his cheeks to his jaw to his neck, making him groan a little “sir~”. He wanted to hit himself for that… it just slipped out. But his Captain didn’t stop. He kissed his neck, bit it, sucked it. The whole time, his hands were running up and down Kyle’s back, grabbing his waist. He seemed to be losing himself.

“Tell me…” John kissed his neck again, not even able to finish a full sentence. “Tell me to stop…”

Kyle closed his eyes and leaned his head back. “Don’t! Don’t even think about stopping.”

Price growled and bit down on his neck, taking the skin between his teeth and leaving a mark there when he released it. He moved up next to Kyle’s ear and bit his earlobe before whispering in a raspy, growling voice.

“I want you too, Kyle.”

#cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #call of duty #john price #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x price #price mw2 #price x gaz #pricegaz

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gazs-blue-hat · 10 months

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Sunflowers and Shotguns

This is a series of onehshots inspired by the lovely AUs written by @ghouljams

All of the boys from 141 will have their own love interests with their own little nicknames!

This first one is about our resident Scot Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Enjoy!

TW: Guns, Livestock, Leg prosthetics, Mild cursing (LMK if I missed any)

Summary: After Chicago, the team needed to lay low. Laswell had just the place

FMC is a Rancher living in the US (Tennessee exactly). Called "Lamb"

After the whole situation in Chicago, the group decided to lay low for a bit. Unfortunately for them, launching a missile in downtown Chicago tends to draw a lot of attention. After meeting at the bar with Laswell, the group turned to her to find them a place to stay until things blew over and for their enemies to come crawling out of the woodwork. As they all sat at the bar looking at the photo of Makarov, a heavy weight sat on their shoulders,

"We need a place to lay low for a while. Just until everything cools off after this whole mess." Price grumbled. Beside him, Laswell nodded and took a deep breath.

"I can make some calls and ask around. I think it would be best to keep you in the States for a while. I have a friend down in Tennessee who might be accommodating, but she can be…feisty." Laswell said while pulling out her phone and typing in a phone number.

She held her phone up to her ear but whoever was on the opposite line didn't pick up. Laswell left a short message stating what had happened and what was needed.

"And your friend will just…let us stay with them?" Gaz said after she hung up. Kate sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"She's a kind person but a little abrasive at first. So long as you help her out around her property, she'll take a shine to you." Kate said with a tired smile on her face. Seeing that there was no other option for them, the team agreed.

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Laswell met the boys at the airport in Tennessee driving an old beat-up SUV.

"Get in quickly. It's a long drive to our destination." She said while leaning out the window. 141 hopped in the van and proceeded to watch the city fade into greenery as they left the metropolitan area.

"Your friend, she's a farmer right?" Price said while looking up from his book. Lazwell nodded and took a drag of her cigarette. She seemed nervous, more so than usual.

"She mostly raises livestock. She lives in a very small town with only 500 people." Lazwell explained. Behind her, Soap snickered.

"I wouldn't call a place with 500 people a 'Town' Lazwell." He said with a snicker. She glared at him from the rearview.

"Don't tell her that. She'd shoot you for saying so." She said with a frown on her face. Soap furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at Ghost.

"Don't think she liked that joke, Johnny." Ghost said, nudging the Scot in a rare display of friendship.

The rest of the car ride was silent as they drove deep into the hills of Tennessee and it was only broken when Laswell turned down a long dirt road that jerked the car with bumps and potholes.

"Steamin' Jesus Lazwell! You're worse than Ghost!" Johnny said while reaching up to grab the 'Oh Shit' handle on the ceiling of the car. Gaz snickered but did the same thing.

The forested path gave way to a large open field surrounded by a white wooden fence. Laswell slowed the car down to go over the cattleguard and the men in the back looked about at the property they would be staying on.

The fields weren't huge and they led into forest all around it. It was rather secluded and would be the perfect place for team 141 to lay low. Little groups of sheep dotted the landscape as they grazed.

They passed by a group of chickens who scattered at the sound of the car. Two large dairy cows munched on the grass beside the road and only blinked at the large SUV passing by them.

"Alright boys. Remember, as long as you help out around the place, she'll let you stay. No fussing about her rules and habits and for the love of God, don't stare at her leg." She said while pulling up to the front of the small farmhouse at the back of the property.

A secondary small white fence separated the small garden and house from the main space of the farm. Gaz looked up from his Nintendo DS and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Her leg?" he asked. Lazwell looked at him from the rearview.

"Yes. She's got a prosthetic and she isn't fond of talking about how she lost it." She explained. Gaz nodded, his curiosity satisfied. Soap couldn't help but wonder how a farmer worked with just one leg. It sounded incredibly uncomfortable to have to walk around on a metal leg all day. All of the people he knew with prosthetics often mentioned how difficult it was after a long day.

Everybody got out of the car and began reaching for their bags, only to hear the telltale sound of a shotgun being cocked.

"Gimme one good reason why you're standin' on my land." A feminine voice with a slight growl said from behind them.

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You had just finished feeding the goats when you heard the sound of a car rolling over the cattle grate at the front of your farm. There was only one way into the farm by vehicle and your truck was tucked safely in her garage.

Making your way back to the main house, you swung inside and grabbed the shotgun that sat by the door. Peeking out the window by the front door, you could see four large men and one woman getting out of the rusted car. You couldn't quite see the woman's face but the man wearing a mask with a skull on it was enough reason for concern.

You silently swung the door open and watched as they began to unload large bags with various military patches on them. Exiting your home, you cocked your shotgun and leveled it at the tallest one's back.

"Gimme one good reason why you're standin' on my land," you growled. The woman turned around and you almost dropped your gun in surprise.

"Well, I'll be damned. Kate Laswell in the flesh. What on Earth happened that caused you to come crawling out here of all places." You said while lowering the shotgun and balancing it on your hip. Kate smiled and looked at the men around her.

"Boys, this is (Y/N) (L/N) your hostess. (Y/N), These are the members of Task Force 141 and they will be staying here for a while." Kate said while gesturing to the group. Price stepped forward and extended his hand out for you to shake.

"John Price Ma'am. Thank you for your hospitality." He said while shaking your hand. You nodded and smiled at him kindly.

"Glad to be of service. Sorry for the starting hostility, never can be too careful out here." You say while looking over the other members of the team. There was one with a darker complexion and a baseball cap on his head. Price introduced him as Kyle.

"Ah, you can just call me Gaz miss." He said while shaking your hand. Price gestured over at the tallest one who scowled at you from under his mask. He didn't make you exactly uncomfortable but he gave you cause to be wary. He was introduced as "Ghost" and nothing else.

The last member of the team smiled at you and you couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in your breath. He was…cute, you decided. His hair was cut in a mohawk and he offered you a brilliant smile.

"John Mactavish Ma'am. Call me Johnny or Soap." He said while shaking your hand. You nodded and looked back at Kate.

"I assume these are the gentlemen you were mentioning on the phone?" You asked her. She nodded and made her way up the stairs to give you a hug. You and Kate had known one another for a while now, and you always tried to help her out whenever she needed it.

"Nice to see you, Kate. Your wife well?" You ask while opening the front door and gesturing for everybody to come in.

The house was simple enough. Two guest rooms with bathrooms and a large kitchen connected to a living room. There was only one floor of the house with a connected storm cellar outside. It was homey enough with soft furniture and various trinkets strewn about.

"Alright men. There are two guest rooms down that hallway. I wish I had a bit more space for you guys but…"

You were cut off by Price as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry miss (Y/N). We're used to sharing spaces." He reassured. You scoffed and waved your hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Please, call me 'Lamb' Everybody else does around here," you explain with a kind smile on your face.

As you and Laswell caught up with one another, the team went to the described rooms. Ghost claimed one of the rooms and his team gave him space. Simon preferred to be alone when given the choice and his team respected that. Price took the other bedroom and while he offered to share, Johnny and Gaz were both more than happy to share the seating in the living room. Soap took the recliner and Gaz took the couch.

Kate soon left the group to their own devices, swearing that she would be back once things were in the clear. You gathered everybody up in the main room to lay down a few ground rules.

"You four will be welcome to stay for as long as you need, but only if you help out around the farm. I've got some goats, chickens, sheep, and cows that need to be taken care of and obviously, it takes me a while to do it all." You say as you gesture to your prosthetic. The men nodded, listening intently.

"Breakfast is at 0600 sharp, lunch is at noon and Dinner is at 1800. if you have any dietary restrictions, please write them down on the whiteboard next to the fridge. There are extra blankets in the linen closet and anything in the pantry or fridge is fair game so long as you clean up after yourself." You say while looking at the four men before you. They looked tired and you couldn't help but feel sorry for their situation.

"I've got pretty much any streaming service on the TV so go crazy with that. Just don't keep the volume too loud. You're my guests first and foremost so I'll do my best to keep you all comfortable. I hope you enjoy your time here." You finish up and head to the kitchen to start on dinner.

"One other thing, you can go anywhere on the property so long as you stay away from two places. One, the office, please don't go in there unless you ask me first and under no circumstances are you to go into the western barn." You say in a stern voice. Your statements are responded to with various "Yes Ma'am's " and "Aye"s.

You could already tell this would be an interesting few weeks

#soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #to be linked

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shotmrmiller · 2 months

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Lazwell's is smoking a cig next to John, all wired in, with the machine cranked up just straight chillin'. Hm. This is nice. 🚬 Maybe we should all go for brunch after this. Right John?

Price is clutching the wall, doubled over, hat over his eyes, begging God to take him.

Gaz and Soap do a 180 from cocky amusement to mounting worry. They don't like that gleam in your eye....Lt?

Ghost is off to the side with a thousand yard stare (this is gunna suck majorly)

ghost recedes into his mental safe space.

laswell smoking is hilarious. just a casual, pass me the ash tray would ya john?

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brokenghostgirl1 · 1 year

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Partners [1]

You were thrilled yet anxious. The two bedroom apartment felt tiny now that the news had fallen. Someone was moving in. The army had provided housing. You were after all their little medic. You hummed at the thought. You were a medic, never one to go on field missions. Just staying at home till someone needed medical attention. You became a medic to help provide more moral support to your dads base if anything. Your dad, Captain Price. Well you called him dad, he was more like a father to you then your real one.

Eventually you stayed at the base more, helping the new recruits that cried for every little cut. You didn’t complain tho. It got you out of the house, it was quite lonely. Well not for long. You hoped your roommate would be nice, maybe play games with you or just hangout. It would be better than doing nothing all day.

A week ago Lazwell passed by to have a talk about you joining missions, ofc you had refused. You didn’t have the training for it. That and you’d rather work at the base where it was safe.

“Well hopefully you’ll change your mind” she smiled, “Anyhow, about your roommate situation. Lieutenant Riley will be moving in soon, hopefully sometime today”

“That’s great”, you cheered, “Can’t wait to meet em’. ”

“ Now don’t be intimidated by his size, he sticks to himself mostly. He’s not mean, just it's his Alpha side I should say”

“Wait but if he’s an Alpha why put him with me, hello unmated omega here” you cringed.

“Are you taking your blockers?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes mom” you groaned.

“Then you should be fine, he isn’t that kind of alpha anyway” with that she left.

You waited for her to return with some uptight, snarty alpha who thinks he’s the shit. But you grew tired of waiting. You put on the TV and watched a movie. It was some 80’s horror movie, you didn’t really like horror movies but you knew it would keep your mind away from the time.

Just as the door busted open on the film, so did yours, you screamed. You closed your eyes and covered yourself with a blanket.

“Y/N” you heard Lazwell

You removed the covers over your face and sat up. There he was, black hoodie, black pants, and a skull mask. A big bag on his side and a gun in hand. He stared at you and when you noticed the gun he put it away. You swallowed a lump down in your throat.

“Who?” you said still trying to calm down.

“That's Ghost, your new roomie” she smiled. “He went full on soldier mode when he heard you scream”

“I'm sorry” you smiled at him, “sometimes these movies can be a little much for me”

“Then why watch it?” he asked in a snarky tone.

You didn’t answer. Lazwell got back up and showed him to his room. He put his things down and left. Lazwell said he needed to finish work at the base and to not wait on him, “he has a key”. She stayed a bit to chat and catch you up on some of the new recruits you might see coming to get medical.

After Lazwell left you made you some dinner, you did make extra just in case Ghost wanted some when he got home. You left a note on the counter, ‘help yourself ^-^’ written on it. You went to bed that night with a content hum and holding your plushie.

It was about 3am when your sleep was interrupted by a call. You grabbed your phone and saw Lazwell written on the top. You hesitantly answered it.

“Kate, it's 3 in the morning, what's wrong” you yawned.

“One of the new recruits…”

“Ugh, ok i'm on my way” you cut her off, “Give me 5 and i’ll be there”

You hung up the phone not letting her finish. You got dressed, you put on an oversized t-shirt and some shorts. You didn’t feel like putting your scrubs on, it was a late night call anyway so it wouldn’t matter.

You arrived at the base and rushed to your medical room. There you saw your new roommate you just met holding his leg as it bled. You just stared at him, he stared back at you but you swore he looked hungry. He then looked away after a few seconds.

“Why didn’t she tell me it was the Lieutenant that was hurt” you whispered to yourself.

“It's nothing, Lazwell is just over reacting” you heard him speak, “I told her not to wake you up, I could’ve fixed it.”

He must’ve heard you.

“Oh it's alright it's my job. Plus it looks very painful” you yawned as you sat down next to him.

Things went silent as you worked on getting the bullet out. It wasn't deep so it didn’t take long for you to get it out and stitch him up. He thanked you an walked out as if he didn’t just have a bullet in his leg. You sighed and headed home, you met with Lazwell on your way out, apparently a new recruit wasn’t watching how he held his gun and ended up shooting Ghost. Lucky for Ghost the recruit didn’t hit anything serious, but he was pissed to say the least.

Arriving at home you put your purse up on the counter, noticing a note. ‘Thanks for the food kid’ roughly written on a slip of paper. You smiled, he was actually nice for an alpha. You took your shorts off and went to bed holding your plushie. You dreamt about your day. Meeting your new roommate, cooking, and helping him with his wound. You dreamt of the days that would follow, how this new friendship is going to turn out.

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It's been a week since he moved in.

You two barely spoke a word to each other. You got more busy since those recruits showed up. Always needing a bandaid or just some ice. You felt like a school nurse. When Lazwell found out she told them if it was life or death then come to you.

The recruits even made Ghost busy always having to train them. You wanted to go watch but Lazwell told you he doesn’t like it when people watch him. Something about a guy named Soap, always cheering and yelling in his ear. You kinda giggled hearing that. You didn’t expect him to have friends, you thought he was more of a keep to himself kinda alpha.

You noted that he likes going for runs in the mornings. You wanted to get him some gatorades so he wouldn’t be dehydrated. You needed to shop soon so you just made a note and put it on the fridge like you always do ‘Get Ghost some Gatorade ’. Not thinking about it you also put your whole shopping list on it too. So you wouldn’t lose it. Big mistake though.

You were sitting on your lounge chair in the corner of the living room. You had to work on a medical report, some stupid recruit broke his hand. Now you have to fill out a release form, and medical expense report. It was about 8 pm when Ghost came back from the base. You looked up from your laptop and greeted him.

“What's this?” he grabbed your note and held it up looking at you.

“Oh, I’m gonna go shopping this weekend, thought I would get you some drinks to stay hydrated.” you smiled.

“ Not that” he chuckled, “The list”

“Groceries” it was more of a question.

He sighed and sat on the sofa looking at his feet, then back at you.

“You’re an…” he paused, “Omega?”

“Why…why you think that?” you stuttered. You were shaking. You hoped he wasn’t one of those alphas that cared about things like that. Some did, like your father(not price) and you awaited for judgment.

“ Kid, you put it on your list”

You quickly grabbed it from his hand to look. Sure enough it was on there, in red. ‘Refill Scent blocker px’ . You lowered your head. You were about to text lazwell when he got up and walked to his room.

“Just thought of telling you to keep that information to yourself. I really didn’t need to know that” he huffed before entering his room.

You stayed up late that night. You didn’t know if he was angry or not. You didn’t wanna pass by his room and cause him to come out and fuss. So you grabbed a throw blanket you had folded up by the tv, grabbed your nearest stuffie and fell asleep on your lounge chair.

You dreamt of Ghost that night. Him holding you, shushing you to sleep. You felt warm in his embrace. You didn’t want him to let you go. The last thing you dreamt about was him lifting up his mask just above his nose and kissing your forehead.

You woke up in your bed. Not sure how you got there but you did sometimes sleep walk so you thought nothing of it. You went to make some breakfast and eggs. Your not really a morning person, but you did have to go into the base today and turn in a few things to Lazwell, and hangout with Price for a few. He finally wants you to meet his team.

Ghost didn’t join you for breakfast sadly. You wish you would’ve known that otherwise you wouldn’t have made extra. You made sure to wrap up the extra and bring it with you. Maybe lazwell or Price might want some.

You walked into the training room looking for Price. He told you he’d be in the training area monitoring the recruit training going on. You spotted him in the back. You managed to get a few feet away from him when a tall man got in your way, he was much smaller than Ghost but obviously larger than you. You didn’t have any blockers yet so you knew he might have scented you were an omega.

“ what's a sweet omega like you doing here?” he asked as he grabbed your arm.

You struggled to get free, dropping the food you brought. “Get off of me, stupid recruit”

He growled. Just before he could open his mouth a very large and angry Ghost walked up behind him. He noticed your eyes glancing behind him, he turned. When he turned Ghost grabbed him, causing him to let you go and be flung to the wall behind him.

“Why are you here?” Ghost growled.

“I….I” before you could get the words out Price and some guy with a Mohawk came rushing to see what happened.

“Y/N '' Price bent down and gently grabbed your hand. The small alpha that grabbed you caused a bruise to form.

“I wanted to bring yall some breakfast” you smiled weakly, “I’m sorry, he… I dropped it”

“That's alright love” the Mohawk guy helped you up, “Im Soap”

“Y/N” you gave him a big smile, “Nice to meet you”

“Come in here with us, let the captain handle it”

You walked in the room with Soap. Ghost soon followed after. You knew he was staring at you but you didn’t acknowledge him. Soon after Price and two men joined.

“ Y/N “

“Yea?” you looked up at him Price with a worried expression.

“Lazwell is gonna take care of your…issue. So you wont be staying long” he stated. “However let me introduce you to the squad”

He sat next to Ghost. The other two men sat on either side, one guy ended up sitting by you.

“You’ve already met Soap and Ghost” he smiled, “ That one next to ya is colonel Alejandro Vargas. He's not really part of the 141 but he's still our brother.”

Alejandro chuckled with you at that statement. He was very handsome, you would’ve tried to flirt a little but you knew Ghost was watching you like a hawk.

“Last but not least, this is Kyle. Just call him Gaz. “

After introducing you to the rest of the squad you had to go see lazwell about your scent blockers. As you were leaving Alejandro stopped you in the hall.

“ Are you and Ghost a thing?”

“What?” you were shocked. “No”

“Oh, good” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “ Do you wanna go out sometime?”

“I woul…”

Just as you were about to answer, Ghost came from behind you and growled at him. This didn’t seem to phase Alejandro, he just stood closer. You swore they were about to pounce on each other.

“Boys” you heard Lazwell speak. “Thats enough”

She grabbed you, pulling you towards her. You yelped as she pulled you, making both the Alphas growl at her.

“Ghost you should know better.” she sighed, “she’s not on her pills right now, you're just acting on instinct and not what you really want. Same as her, I know Alejandro doesn’t know. Well now you do, but Ghost you should know better. You're her roommate.”

Ghost didn’t say anything, he just glanced at you and went back to training. Alejandro done the same, only thing is he actually said he was sorry.

Lazwell took you to your office. She sat you down as if you were the patient, she handed you a new bottle of your scent blockers, making sure you took one before having you return home. Scent blockers usually make the person taking them very sleepy if they haven't had them in a while. Since you haven't had your meds in a day you should get some rest just in case. You don’t want to pass out again.

Driving home was ok, but when you got to your door something didn’t feel right. You fell to the floor in pain, your heat was coming. You didn’t understand why or what triggered it. You put your back against your door, hopeing that Ghost was going to come home soon so he can help you get into bed and call Lazwell.

Your phone rang and you tried looking for it, rushing to find it. Your heat was so painful everything was blurry, finding it was a no go. You don’t know how much time goes by until Ghost, Price, and Soap show up. They see you, back against the door whinning, at this point your in full heat. Price and Soap are betas so they don’t really fully understand your pain. Ghost on the other hand….

He wanted you so badly, but he knew he couldn’t. Your heat was making you want a knot from an alpha. He was the closest one, that was his conclusion. He would never force himself on you like that, even if your omega begged, he knew it wasn’t you.

When the boys finially got you in bed they made sure Ghost was ok. Usually an omegas heat can make an unmated Alphas rut start.

“Im fine” Ghost huffed.

“Just checking” Soap smiled.

“We trust you Simon”, price patted his shoulder, “Just watch over her, give her lots of water.”

“Oh, before I forget” soap grabbed a bag off the conter, “Here are some ‘supplies’ for her.”

As they both left Ghost looked into the bag. He regreted it, it made him blush under his mask. He never thought you would be the kind of omega to use toys to help take the edge off. He was kinda jellious of one he knew you where gonna use the most. This one was big with a knot at the base.

“Fuckin hell” he cursed.

He needed to just give you the bag and just leave. He walked to the door to your room. He knew you knew he was there. You whinned for him, pleded for him to help you.

“Ghost” you whinned. “It hurttss so bad, pleasssee”

“Fuck” he whispered.

He opened the door, when he did he saw you laying nude in the little nest you made with your blankets and cloths. He slowly approached you, handing you the bag of toys. You opened it and smiled giving a weak ‘thank you’. He got up to leave and you grabbed his arm. Your eyes glowed a velvety red, your omega. Your omega was trying to get his alpha to respond, he had to leave the appartment. He left your room and rushed outside.

Deep down his alpha wanted to help, he didn’t want his omega to hurt. But Ghost himself didn’t want a mate, he liked being alone and thats how he wanted to stay. But you were slowly changing it within him.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #maybe some smut #enimies to lovers #ghost #simon riley

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So I’m chronically obsessed with COD MW now. Here’s some head cannons and plot bunnies ya filthy animals. (Also I’m combining the originals with the new plots somewhat so get over that quickly)

-soap, gaz and roach are the younger of the 141. They exploit this youngest sibling favouritism by getting away with being chaotic shit disturbers.

-ghost is not as old as everyone originally thought. Like he’s older then the youngest three but by less then 7 years.

-alternatively ghost is the youngest by like 6 months or something. This makes his life even more tragic somehow

-ghost is a total cryptid. And sure the weird stealth scary vibes sure. But also a meme cryptid. Like he’s always in the weirdest places doing the most random chaotic shit. And it’s always to quietly fuck with everyone else.

-once gaz called lazwell mum. Roach has accidentally called price dad (and mum)

-soap got his nickname because he was trying to come up with improvised explosive devices and learned (very loudly) that soap can explode in a microwave. There was no microwave for 8 months. He hasn’t been allowed near another one

-Though soap is technically demolitions and had an accident with the microwave ghost is the one who is a total pyromaniac. The man sets everything he can on fire. Turns out he knows how to make anything light up.

-now for some sad head cannons

-Price definitely had a son who died in combat. He took up 141 to deal with the grief.

-Lasswell and her wife have definitely almost gotten divorced before. They owe a great deal to their marriage counsellor.

- Gaz is definitely the middle child of way too many siblings. The house is way too full and he joined the forces to get out. (And maybe be recognised instead of neglected)

- soap was a ginger growing up. (Jk)

- Soap keeps his hair is short as possible even if it’s in that ugly ass mohawk because of a really bad hazing accident when he first joined Bootcamp. he never told anyone about what happened though he suspects price knows.

-it’s hard to make ghost story sadder than it actually is so we’ll go with some made up stuff closer to “cannon”

-their first Halloween together, the 141 decided to prank ghost by putting a skeleton in bed with him. He flipped the fuck out and didn’t talk to anyone for a month, price made them scrub the showers with toothbrushes. he also has a massive fear of bugs, especially maggots.

-back to funny things-

-after falling out of the helicopter gaz took circus lessons in silks, so that if it happened again, he could climb his way up

-ghosts mask gets regularly replaced with a pink glitter. Hello Kitty version he doesn’t know who’s doing it, but he will find them. (It’s price. )

-soap, and ghost have slapping fights regularly.

-Ghost likes to lay tripwires in inconvenient spots, especially for visiting brass. He also was once spotted on the roof of the building opposite the mess hole, angling mirrors specifically to hit price in the face with the sun after a night out.

- soap can lift almost twice his body weight, and he is almost over a foot shorter than Ghost

-ghost is huge. Like genuinely massive. He is almost 6 foot seven, and had an almost constant bruise on his forehead when he first reached the height. He has to duck through all the doorways on base and turn so he doesn’t smack his shoulders. Despite all this, he is scarily, graceful and quiet. It’s like turning around and seeing a tree has suddenly grown behind you. except the tree is strapped.

-that one video from Pirates of the Caribbean where Elizabeth pulls all the weapons out of absolutely nowhere is ghost when he’s told to disarm. No matter how big he is one person should not be able to hide that many weapons on them.

This turned into more of a Ghost head canon post, but that’s okay. I am genuinely so obsessed I might actually regularly post this time.

Adios.

#cod mwii #cod mw22 #ghost call of duty #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #captain price

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