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ohmygraves · 2 months
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after one of your leave, you came back to work with a ring around your finger.
you didn't mention it to anyone, and people simply noticed it when talking to you or handing you things. they congratulated you, talking about the ring. you nervously brushed it off, trying to explain it.
ghost didn't know about it either, and when he overheard someone talking about it, he dropped his mug of tea on the floor, the pieces scattering around the place.
this was such a shock to someone who had planned to propose to you.
well, propose might be a bit too far, considering you two are not even dating. he wanted to say it, but things were a little too hectic and he didn't have the guts to ask you out and moreover you're not sure if you'd like him... even if you two have been friends in the taskforce for years.
then again, in his mind, you two are practically an old married couple.
he was clearly upset by this, ignoring you and trying to push you away. he was undoubtedly hurt. did you elope with someone? why didn't you tell him? invite him to the party? did your "friendship" with him mean nothing at all?
ghost was snappy, in a terrible mood overall. he snaps at johnny, yells at gaz, and even glares at price. he was constantly on edge and it's starting to piss you off. so you confront him.
"what the hell's up with you?"
he didn't feel like humoring you, sitting down all irritated over his meal instead.
"you've been avoiding me all week, snapping at people... did i do something wrong?"
so he went off at you.
"wanna know what's wrong? you. coming back to base with a bloody ring. let me guess, you eloped with someone? is that it?" he hissed, "and here i thought i'd propose, that's out of the fuckin' window now."
you sat there, taking his words in. "... it's a fidget ring?"
you showed your hand to him, using your fingers to spin the little parts of your ring. he didn't realize how you've been fidgeting with it, or how you explained to people over and over that you're not married or engaged.
all of the sudden ghost felt like his blood ran cold, not only because he just acted so stupid jealous over a trinket, he basically admitted that he wanted to marry you.
"... wait, you wanted to propose to me?"
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manicrouge · 1 month
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[ᴄᴡ]: discussion of death.
Reader who's scared of death and Simon, who has been exposed to death for almost the entirety of his life.
You often get panicky whenever you think too much, and over the course of your relationship, you haven't mentioned anything about it to him because you understand what he does for work and, while it sounds stupid, you're scared to tell him because you've got it in your head that he'd laugh at you or poke fun at it when it's a genuine fear.
So, you choose to suffer alone until you simply can't anymore.
You're laying in bed at night and you've been fighting the urge to toss and turn for the past hour now, your eyes are watery and your veins are ice cold as you attempt to weasel your way out of a full blown panic attack.
It's seemingly impossible, however. Your mind is going one hundred miles an hour and all you can do is sit in this paralysis type state as you contemplate your own mortality. But, you don't want to die; you love your life too much, you love your life with SImon and when that happens, you're never ever gonna see him again.
Your mind takes a short turn as you turn to look at the sleeping man beside you.
He's going to die one day.
This when the panic really starts to set in and you can't help but let a few tears slide down your face, letting a started gasp escape you when Simon opens his eyes.
Immediately, his hand is squeezing your waist and he's pulling you closer to him pressing kisses on your forehead. 'Hey, hey, sweetheart, you're okay,' he gently soothes, brushing his hand through your hair. 'What's wrong?'
More tears pour down your cheeks as you look at him, and in a blubber of hopelessness, you confess, 'I don't want you to die.'
He stills for a moment, looking at you before his lips form into a frown. 'I'm not gonna die, love. I'm right here.'
'But you will- and I will too,' you sniffle.
You wince awaiting his answer, yet, all he does is pull you closer. It's different to no other night, nothing has changed and he's still here even after what you believe to be a silly fear.
'And I'll find you in the next life,' he eventually says, 'and the life after that, and so on.'
'How do you know that?' you croak, burying your face into his chest.
His fingers lightly dig into your bare waist and you feel him plant a kiss atop your head before bothering to answer you.
'Cause I found you in this life, love.'
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How Their Job Skills Assist You in Everyday Life
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Pairings: John Price x reader, Kyle Garrick x reader, Simon Riley x reader, Johnny Mactavish x reader
Tags: fluffy domestic headcanons
Summary: The 141 have learned many skills for their jobs, but little do they realize how often some of those skills are useful in day-to-day life.
Author's Note: Seen a couple posts talking about the exceptional skill and knowledge these men exume in their jobs, and it got me thinking about how the core of those skills are also extremely handy in day-to-day life. I would do anything to have a man like them in my life, and not just because they are handsome. Having some one who has your back, even with the little things, is absolutely pricless. Not edited or beta'd. Please be kind~
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John Price:
As a Captain, John has unmatched motivational leadership skills. That means he is your cheerleader 100% of the way. No matter what challenge you face or what task you try, he is behind you every step of the way. He is the first to praise you after a hard day of work, appreciates your upkeep in your home, and compliments your progress in hobbies.
His top-tier conversational skills are also a blessing you never knew you needed so badly. Difficult phone calls and horrible customer service experiences are no longer a stress with him around. He never seems to have to raise his voice to get people to listen, and his carefully picked words often lead to positive outcomes. Solicitors at the door are also promptly and kindly dealt with. Exchanges stay brief and positive, and you are no longer left with the anxiety of trying to come up with the right thing to say.
His internal organization and strong memory means that every day of errands and chores runs as smooth as a well-oiled machine. John would never expect you to adhere to the military rigidness that he has lived with most of his life, but he knows how to responsibly divy time so that your list of tasks doesn't feel as daunting. When you are doing laundry, he always seems to be there to either hang things up or fold them. Washing the dishes means he is at your side, drying and putting them away. If you sweep the floors, he is happy to vacuum the rug. If you are cooking, the he is happy to chop or stir, or even plate the food.
It also means grocery shopping stress is highly minimized. He always seems to have a list of things needed in mind, down to household products and the snacks you have been craving. He is happy to let you push the cart as he leads you through every section. His eye for detail means he is picking the best fruits and veggies, thinking over how many portions he can get from cuts of meat, and even eyeing products that boast a decent discount. Before you know it, the shopping is done, he helps bag things and pack the car, and somehow you still have more than enough time for lunch or a cup of coffee. Things always seem to go by simply and quickly with John, but you have yet to decide if it is because he is just that efficient, or because you just thoroughly enjoy his company even in the most mundane things.
Household tasks are taken into his hands immediately and efficiently. John Price puts a complete end to the stereotype of a partner that lets things go for months at a time. The minute he knows something needs to be fixed, you never have to ask again. He is pulling out his tools and it is fixed correctly and promptly. He doesn't doubt for a second that you are a smart and capable person, but he also likes knowing he can take care of you in this way. Always proud to show you his work when he is done, and happily accepts praise and kisses for even the smallest of jobs. Not because he is gloating or showing off, but because he enjoys seeing you content and worry-free over these things.
His overall daily awareness almost makes him seem like a psychic. From changes in weather to traffic jams, he makes you aware of everything you could possibly encounter in a day. He always seems prepared with a scarf or an umbrella on those days the weather may take a nasty turn. He offers alternative routes when traffic or construction are slowing down your plans. It boggles you that he is just always right and prepared for even the smallest thing, but it is another way he likes to give you a sense of security.
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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Kyle is wicked smart and pays attention to all the little details. I feel he especially pays attention when it comes to his partner. He reads you easily, and is always coming up with safe and comfortable ways to let you talk about your feelings and worries. He sees the tension in your shoulders before you realize it, smooths the lines from your brow, and holds your hands when you wring them. His attention and compassion towards you always seems to leave you feeling warm and listened-to.
Number one problem solver. It seems like Kyle has the answer to everything. His quick thinking provides solutions for most instances in the blink of an eye. He is the one that showed you how a take-out container folds into a plate, how to use pliers to hold a nail when hammering; and he even once fixed your flip-flop with a bread bag clip (that he had in his bag for some reason?). He has fixed your jacket with a paperclip, scraped ice off your car windows with an empty giftcard, and even fashioned an emergency bandaid using a napkin and a fruit sticker. It always a pleasant surprise to see what he can come up with.
Political and legal jargon are easily explained from Kyle. Any contracts, paperwork, agreements, political races, etc; he can explain it you. He assuages your worries when paperwork makes claims that seem to contradict itself, or when people make claims that you aren't sure are even possible. It is also because of this that he has saved you from trouble in the past. No agreement or signing is ever assed without you asking his opinion. You trust his honesty and the depth of his knowedge. He is proud that he can help you feel better about understanding these things, and especially thankful when he can step in and turn trouble away.
Honestly, Kyle can come up with the best comebacks in the world. So sure and swift and sharp that most people can't even respind. Sometimes he uses it to be silly with you. He loves to make you laugh and blush with the things he says. He can give you the best comebacks when your friends are being trolls, and he knows just how far tp push it. But he especially knows the best thing to say when people are being rude in public. It doesn't happen often, but when Kyle snaps back, there is no recovering for the poor pathetic soul that incited his stinging wrath.
Kyle is absolutely the fastest at running quick errands. If you forget an ingredient for dinner, he is out and back before the timer rings. If you need him to pick up cleaning solution, it's in your hands before the vacuum even turns off. Hell, even on vacation once you forgot your soap, and he managed to find your exact brand before the water turned cold. The ultimate pad/tampon buyer if you use them. Has hygiene products and snacks in your hands so quickly, uou honestly wonder if he is a mind reader. You could swear some days that Kyle is so fast at getting things done he must have been born with wings on his feet.
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Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon always has an eye out for you, even if you don't notice. He always seems to show up when you need help with something, ot he steers you from injury or trouble. Puts his hand out to cover your head when you bend over around hard surfaces, and always tugs on your arm to prevent you from stubbing your toe on furniture. Some may find it unnerving to be watched so closely, but you find it endearing. Simon watches you because he cares, and is always ready to help or intervene when the moment calls for it.
Simon has a lot more patience than people give him credit for. A lot can fall into his lap and onto his shoulders, yet he doesn't seem to lose his cool easily. When things go wrong or something doesn't work, you have never seen him yell and throw shit around. Instead, he takes a deep breath and just keeps going or finding a solution. Even when he seems completely done with people and you hear the frustration in his voice, he always manages to just sigh and move on.
Always uses his body as a shield for you. He is big, fit, and fast. He works hard to keep his body in top condition, and will gladly lay himself before you in any way needed. He is always pressed to your side and blocking rude people in busy areas. Has used his leg and hip to prevent someone's shopping cart from slamming into uou. Even does the gentlemanly thing and walks on the sidewalk closest to the street so you are never in direct trouble. Has blocked you from getting splashed by speeding cars, and secretly enjoys the fuss you make when he gets wet. Worth it every time.
Given his experience being all over the world, I would trust Simon with driving you anywhere. Whether there is a lot of traffic or tons of snow on the ground, he knows how to navigate it. He has done his fair share of driving different cars and trucks, and you have no doubt that he can navigate through anything. When things get a little bumpy or scary, he always puts his arm out to cover you. Bonus points if you hold on to his hand or arm in this moment, he loves feeling like his protective nature is validated.
Always knows the right thing to say. Most people think he is just quiet, but Simon is more the type to save his words for an important moment. Yet it never stops him from cracking jokes and poking fun when the moment calls for it. You have found yourself tired and done after a long day at work, only for him to fire off a sarcastic remark about your boss that practically has you rolling on the floor laughing. He also comes through with reliable advice when you really need it. Never hesitates to say when he thinks it's smart to be careful, or when to just go balls-to-the-wall. Whether serious or silly, it makes the value of his words just that much more important to you.
BONUS: I believe Simon kept some knowledge from his short time as a butcher. His eye for meats is still sharp, and you always leave that part of grocery shopping to him. He makes prime choices and gets a great deal every time. He takes the lead when cooking meat if you allow him, and he seems to know the best way to prepare anything you have on hand. Also, he knows how to properly seperate a whole chicken, which takes some knowledge and practice. Thinks it's funny when you stand and watch him in awe over something he doesn't give much thought to.
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Johnny "Soap" Mactavish
Very mechanically inclined. Has taught himself how to take anything apart, fix it, and put it back together. From car troubles, to fixing radios, replacing watch batteries, and even once fixed the washing machine in record time. His quick mind and nimble fingers make him the number one guy to fix or assemble anything. He is so good at these things, you would even believe Johnny perfectly capable of putting IKEA furniture together without instructions, CORRECTLY. Always happy to help you when you need it, and even take over if you get overwhelmed by something.
Another very smart man. Johnny is well-trained in demolitions which requires obscene amounts of quick math. Balancing accounts and doing taxes is a walk-in-the-park to him. If you find yourself frustrated over budgeting or math-related problems, he is usually spouting the answer from over your shoulders. Laughs lovingly when he sees you droop in defeat over some pesky numbers, but never hesitates to handle it quickly. Because of this, Johnny has also probably helped you smartly save and invest some funds so the both of you will be more than comfortable when you both retire.
CHRISTMAS. SHOPPING. CHAMPION. Shopping on a normal basis is made easier with his sharp eyes and quick mind. However, he never backs down from the chaos of the holidays. If you need to go to the store for something, he will gladly tag along and help out. If he knows the exact thing you are looking for, he will always manage to find it. He enters a space regardless of how busy and chaotic it is, and hunts down everything you want or need. You have also witnessed him not backing down from a challenge if someone tries to fight him for something. He's not afraid to throw around his strength a little, if he has to.
The absolute best at giving you directions. Johnny plans out every trip carefully, paying attention to construction and weather and alternative routes. If he can save you some time, he is gonna find a way to do so. Also uses his drawing skill to pen out very accurate maps. Even adds little notes about places he has kissed you or where they serve good coffee. Little does he know that you keep his little maps. You always know where you are going with Johnny's help. He never steers you wrong.
His meticulous planning means you never have to worry. From grocery lists to home repairs to when you last got your oil changed; he has it all catalogued. Birthdays, anniversaries, events, holidays... nothing gets past him. And if he ever does forget or mess up, you can guarantee it never happens again. Not only is he apologizing, but he finds a way to be even better for you. To make sure that you never have to struggle or feel lost. Bad eough he knows you worry when he is deployed, the least he feels he can do is be present and reliable when he is home. Not that you have ever said anything, of course. He just notices because you are important to him.
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bravo4iscool · 4 months
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he’s in denial (simon “ghost” riley)
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idc what y’all think about Ghost, but this is a crazy ass headcanon of mine LMAO
i’m definitely gonna add this to one of my future fics😗✌🏼
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okay, imagine: he’s in love with you—you can be civilian or military idgaf—but he’s in denial.
he doesn’t think you like him in that way, even if you’re obviously flirting with him, so one night he shows up at your door (omfg i’m gonna scream).
you open up and he looks down at you—no mask—and simply say “Tell me to leave.”
and you’re like ‘wtf? why is he showing up here, asking me to tell him to leave again?’, so you just stare at him, completely confused.
then he talks again, his voice lower this time, “Tell me to leave or I’ll do something stupid.” and you’re still totally confused, so he suddenly pulls you in—one hand on your waist, another on your cheek.
“Please tell me to leave, otherwise I won’t be able to control myself,” he almost whispers and you get goosebumps (hehe)…
he waits for your answer, his eyes almost piercing your soul, looking directly into you heart but you just look at him, eyes slightly hooded.
AND THAT’S HIS CALL PEOPLE:
he waits for a subtle nod—you’re more than happy to give him—and then he kisses the shit outta you, pulling you even closer, then pushing you inside and shutting the door with his foot (I’M GOING FUCKING CRAZY OVER THIS AHHHHHWVISJWBQJAHQHAUQBAUQ)
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gatorbites-imagines · 4 months
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Uhhh can I get uhhhh ftm!gaz with uhhmmmmm.....pussydrunk m!reader?
Maybs with a side of overstim please:))
Drunk on Gaz
Ftm Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x male reader
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I almost named this drabble Huffing Gaz. Also wrote this when I was sleep deprived.
Mixed terminology used for his bits.
A smirk was spread across Gaz’s lips as his hips rolled in almost sinful circular motions, his cunt gripping your cock in a tight wet grip, pulling and pushing in ways that had your eyes rolling and body tensing as you gripped tightly onto his hips. You could feel his wetness dripping down your length, down your balls, and soaking into the sheets under you, a shaky groan spilling from your lips as his movements came to a stop.
This had all started because Gaz had wanted to “reward you” for doing so well during training, claiming it was a superior’s job to reward and motivate those under them to meet the standards their superiors had for them. For the other soldiers under 141 and by extension Gaz, a night on the town or extra free time was enough, but apparently you had been doing extra well. Well enough that Gaz had called for you to stay back.
That was how you found yourself in current situation, military issue pants shucked down your thighs and shirt just pushed up enough for your superior to grope and squeeze your pecs, as he bounced on your cock as if he was made for the task.
Maybe it was because you hadn’t gotten laid since you joined the military, or maybe Gaz was simply just that good, but it felt like your brain was pooling out of your ears as his warm wet insides clenched around you, the feeling making you tremble and whimper.
Your bottom lip was bitten raw, as Gaz had teased you about being caught when you moaned a little too loudly when he first sat his cunt down on your cock, and as good as it felt to be balls deep in your superior, you couldn’t imagine what would happen if you were caught. Nothing would happen to Gaz, you were sure about that, but you? You could only imagine the asswhooping you’d get from the rest of 141. You had seen the hell Ghost put his group of trainees through, and there was no way you would ever survive that.
Your lip slipped from between your teeth as you could feel that familiar feeling shoot up your spine like electricity, a choked off groan bleeding into a whine leaving you as you look up at Gaz with begging eyes. Where did he want it? What were you gonna do?
As if he knew exactly what you were feeling, his grin only seemed to grow as Gaz leaned his hands on your chest, using his new leverage to put more weight into his hips, the slick wet noise of skin on skin spreading throughout the room even louder than before. “Common soldier, what are you waiting for?” he almost purred, seeming to take nothing but joy out of making you cum inside him.
Your muscles ached from how hard you were clenching them as your hips thrust up into him, bottoming out as bliss flooded through you, a rough moan rushing out from deep inside your chest. The noise you had let out was way too loud for your comfort, but you could barely focus as you shot thick spurts inside his wet gripping heat, your ears almost ringing, drooling gathering in your mouth and running down your chin.
But instead of stopping like you had hoped, Gaz straightened up, placed his hand behind him on your knee, and used this new angle to get you deeper inside. Any coherent thought you might have had quickly fizzled out as his pussy gripped you almost tighter than before, almost like he was milking you for all you were worth.
He might have laughed at the almost drunk expression on your face, pupils huge and with drool sloppily running down your chin, but there was no way to be sure. Instead, you were focused on the way pleasure mixed with pain as your length ached inside him, so sensitive from your orgasm, and those sinful rolls of his hips.
There was no way to be sure how much time he spent riding you, your thoughts escaping your grasp like sand between your fingers, the control you had over your moans and body splintering into tiny pieces. You felt drunk, or high, or maybe both, as Gaz stilled his movements, letting you thrust up into him from below, his eyes running all over your sweat-soaked body as your muscles burned and flexed as you almost mindlessly fucked into him.
You didn’t even know when you had started crying, only noticing the tears running down your face when Gaz reached down to almost lovingly wipe them away, his plush lips pressing against your gasping spit covered mouth in a poor attempt at a kiss.
He was taunting you in some way, teasing words leaving him as he rode you to completion until you burned and ached. He might have said something about how pussy drunk you had gotten, or how big your load was inside him, but you could barely feel your fingers, much less comprehend anything your superior was saying.
It was only after you were cumming dry that Gaz finally seemed to stumble over the edge on his own, his slick only joining the wet mess between his thighs and your lower body. Muffled praise met your ears as Gaz rubbed your chest and arms, his soft lips brushing softly against your face and neck, slowly bringing you back to earth.
Only after Gaz had gotten up, a trail of wait running down his inner thighs as he shuffled off to the bathroom, did you start to regain some semblance of self. Your mind was still swimming as he wiped you down, cleaning up your drool and tear covered face, as well as your sensitive and aching crotch, a pained whimper leaving you as you tried to twitch away from the touch.
Gaz held you until you were finally able to think on your own, a snicker leaving him as you stumble to your feet, knees almost giving out under you. Your superior leads you to the door, his hand resting on your lower back as if to support you as you stumble about like a drunk.
Before you leave, Gaz turns you around and presses an almost starved tongue filled kiss to your lips, making sure to get a good taste before he pulls back, that handsome hungry smirk on his lips again. “Keep up the good work soldier, and we might do this again” he says with a wink and a pat on the back, sending you on your way as you fumble back towards your room, feeling like a brand new man with a new determination to do even better in future training.
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Headcanon : Ghost has always understood Spanish.
Based on a convo I had recently with @simonriley1994
In the Las Almas arrival cutscene, Alejandro asked Ghost and Soap "You know Spanish?", to which only Soap answered that he did not. Meanwhile, Ghost just stayed silent. That got me thinking.
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According to his biography, Ghost has spent years and years in the stealth business and covert assignments, even earning his callsign for his efficiency and lethality right? Plus, the bio said that he "seeks solitude" and "thrives" in ops with little to no support. Bro likes being alone.
That makes me wonder, if he does stuff alone around the world, it would be stupid of him to not learn another language or two beside English. My theory is, he actually understands Spanish and probably Russian and other languages. However, if you're learning a language, it usually starts with understanding what people speaks before you can actually speak them.
Ghost is at that stage for all the foreign languages he knows, and when he speaks Spanish, it's the BRITISHEST Spanish ever.
Now here's the funny part: When Ghost and Soap entered the car, Rudy said to Alejandro, "Tengo miedo de los fantasmas" ("I'm scared of ghosts"). What if Ghost understands what he said???
And when Rudy decided to push his luck by saying "With that mask, you'll fit in well here Ghost.", Ghost looked at him UNIMPRESSED. But what if he was half that, but also half messing with Rudy? Like he knows Rudy's kinda scared of him, and then he decided to mess around with Rudy all the while telling him not to 'fuck-around-and-find-out' with him.
Like he's aware that Rudy's scared of him, but when he saw that Rudy still had the balls of steel to joke around with him, I'd like to think that Ghost's is half "...bitch..." but also half amused.
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l0velylecter · 1 year
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Hi ! I see your headcanon "random dude getting aggressive", can I ask it for Price and Gaz please ?
— the cod : mw men + being protective ! [vol.ii] characters : captain john price, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : gn!reader, headcanons, drabble rating : t for teen and up audiences , minor descriptions of violence, sfw!
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01| He knew he should've been the one to go out and get coffee. You had insisted on buying it, telling him that driving for hours must have been exhausting; a quick coffee run was the least you could do. So when he saw you by the rearview mirror getting hit on by a creep and then verbally harassed for turning him down, Gaz practically shoved the car door open to interfere. His hands curled around the lapels of the shorter man, holding him in place while his voice lowered with a threat. Once the man raised his hand in defeat, spewing about how he didn't want any trouble, Gaz had let him go with one last shove; only walking away cause you told him it wasn't worth it. By the time you returned to the car, the coffee was already cold — his attention focused on you instead. Eyes apologetic even if it wasn't his fault. " Next time, I'm getting coffee. Clear?" You bit the inside of your cheek to hold your smile, already feeling better. His hand, reassuring on your thigh. " Clear." 02| You've seen Price frustrated, his head in between his hands, hunched over the table. You've even seen him angry: chairs flipped over at the knowledge that Shepherd's been lying to them this whole time. But you've never seen him furious like this — the rage rippling off him in waves, silent yet overbearing; you would've thought the temperature in the room had dropped. His grip against the man's hand was vice, grounding the man who had verbally cussed you out in place. Price's eyes flickered to yours, checking if you were injured, asking if you were okay. Once you nodded, he lowered himself to the Major's face, not caring if he was talking to a fellow higher-up officer. " If you think you're going to fucking get away with this, you're wrong."
The next day you heard the Major lost his job, and when the news broke out, you tried not to make eye contact with Price from across the dining hall: knowing that he'd stare right back at you.
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a/n : hi anon ! sorry this is super short, but i hope you enjoy it ! thank you for requesting, i had a fun time writing about these two as always. happy holidays <3 
the cod : mw men + being protective ! [vol.i]
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Headcanons for your first Christmas with the 141 boys? Oh! Orrrrr you could do kisses under the mistletoe 😍
A/n: IM DOING BOTH
|| First Christmas with the 141 boys ||
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-Simon “Ghost” Riley-
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🎄: Took a while to actually have the man ask you to spend Christmas with him. He really did not think he deserved to spend time with you.
🎄: You spend Christmas with him in his small flat, everything is decorated thanks to you. Simon can’t help but feel his home feels like a home.
🎄: Helps you decorate the Christmas tree, the man can’t help but sneak kisses with you every now and then.
🎄: Cuddles in front of a small fire places, Simon likes to share stories of his mother.
🎄: Will be happy to spend time with your family as well, he doesn’t want to keep you from your family.
🎄: Buys you a puppy / kitten as a gift to keep you from getting lonely when he is gone away on jobs.
🎄: Lots of kiss and hot coco drinking.
🎄: Opens gifts in the morning, secretly can’t wait to have kids.
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-Johnny “Soap”MacTavish-
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🎄: You spend half of December with your family then the rest with his.
🎄: Tons of Snowball fights { this man does not go easy on you either }
🎄: Lots of hot chocolate too.
🎄: Snowboarding / Skiing.
🎄: is more than happy to spend Christmas at a lodge where you’re both alone.
🎄: Tons of Christmas Eve / Christmas sex.
🎄: will be the one to buy naughty gifts.
🎄: Carries around a mistletoe just so he can kiss you.
🎄: Open gifts at night so he can spend the morning with you.
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-John Price-
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🎄: Would not be your first Christmas together, would be your first one alone since you spent the last few with yours and his family.
🎄: Lots of decorating and lots of teasing. John really can’t keep his hands off of you.
🎄: You two spend hours finding the perfect tree, Johnny is very picky when it comes to finding one that fits your shared flat.
🎄: would 100% buys you something sexy to wear in the bedroom. John becomes super needy around Christmas.
🎄: absolutely will not be going out side, you will not catch this man having a snowball fight.
🎄: Will watch Cheesy Christmas romance movies with you.
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-Kyle "Gaz" Garrick-
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🎄: is like a child again, will 100% be taking you sledding.
🎄: Building snowmen and making snow angles, he just loves playing in the snow.
🎄: Gets excited about making Christmas Cookies and other sweets.
🎄: Is the one that gets excited about decorating your shared home.
🎄: Lots of warm snuggles and kisses. Tons of hiding and cuddling in blanket forts while watching Christmas movies.
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popcaki · 1 year
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Platonic Simon ”Ghost” Riley x reader - headcanons
Some general headcanons for Ghost, as well as Ghost x reader headcanons. This is all platonic stuff! I guess you can see it as normal friends or family things or just things that couples do that isn’t romantic or sexual. READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL!
there seems to be a big amount of smut fics, a bit overwhelming so I decided to just write some platonic stuff for anyone who needs or wants just platonic content!
note: I personally see Ghost as autistic and at least neurodivergent, so expect some headcanons related to that as well! (I am autistic myself)
also these might be in a weird order, sorry!
General headcanons for Ghost
He enjoys his personal time and whatever free time he gets by doing quiet and calming activities, usually on his own!
Simon finds a sense of peace in taking walks in nature, reading a book or playing a card game with himself, it’s very simple and not unique things, but it’s oddly calming.
However he needs to do something constantly, as it keeps his mind occupied. I feel like him being left alone with his thoughts could have him spiral a bit.
Him being autistic he probably masks a lot. Specially when he needs to lead and give commands, or in stressful situations.
He likes listening rather than talking! He’s always off to the side, avoiding the main group and conversation. As much as he likes attention he also tries to avoid it a lot. It’s a weird mix of both loving and hating attention. When in stressful situations or during a mission he only speaks when he has to or when he needs information. (He’s also very cautious)
I think if someone isn’t clear with what they mean, avoid, sugarcoat, anything but be direct. He would most likely get annoyed. He is extremely straighfoward and direct, and wants clear instructions and information. No side tracking, get to the point. I believe not being direct with him will cause him to feel uncertainty, not only is it important due to the military setting, but uncertainty would bring up some hidden anxiety in him.
He has a easier time talking to people he is comfortable with and trust! and of course, makes jokes.
I think he stims a lot more when no one can see him or in private. When in full view he masks and refrains from it, maybe tapping his fingers lightly or doing something subtle if he still has to stim.
Ghost most likely goes into shutdowns rather than meltdowns when everything gets overwhelming. He retreats and needs privacy, you won’t likely see him anywhere. Will not respond.
He can probably eat most things but has a few safe foods, and no not because he’s british but I do believe tea is one of them. I can see him liking some simple cookies/biscuits, likes the texture of it and it being very simple and consistent!
he has different special interests! he might not even be aware they are just that (defientely a thing for knives)
Headcanons of platonic Ghost and reader
Only way I see that reader can meet Simon is being in the military field themselves. I don’t think he stays in one place, moves around a lot when he isn’t on call/duty, this would make it hard to meet someone and remain in contact with if you’re a civilian.
It would take a bit for him to grow trust in you! not weeks, not months probably years. When I mean trust I mean the big and deep trust where he would express himself more and tell you things, not the ”I trust my teammate to be able to shoot someone who’s attacking me, because that’s their job”
Unless you can prove to him that he can trust you in a extreme way. Take this for as a gain trust quickly example, Soap, Alejandro etc not siding with Graves and defending each other including Ghost is a big step in building trust.
Once he grows more comfortable with you as well as trust he would probably crack some jokes with you and the rest of the team, however not too often especially during missions unless he needs to (Alone mission) He’ll be most likely hyperfocused on the mission alone.
Those jokes will range from dad jokes to very edgy just for shock value jokes.
If there is freetime or the team casually hangs out he’d be a bit more ”relaxed”(as relaxed as Ghost can be)
Someone will have to convince him to join for a card game you and the team are playing. He’d be very quiet and be thinking a lot in what his move would be and try to figure out what you and the others will do and so on. If it’s just you and him playing a card game, there won’t be much talk! at least from him, expect a strategic game.
He’s an awful loser as well as winner, his ego will get hurt if he loses, get all moody and sour. If he wins he would brag. He would most likely bring up you loosing in the game in the future as a counter argument or just to annoy you.
He takes things literally a lot of the time, if he asks you if you want anything and you say no to be polite, he will not get that thing for you. He cannot read your mind and probably won’t ask you ”are you sure?”
the only thing he would willfully make for you is tea, if you don’t like tea he’ll take the tea himself.
He’s not someone that would really make or give things to people, even friends. There is a certain independence he expects of you and others, being able to make, get and do things for yourself. He of course will help you in survival situations, have your back in combat and if you get injured bring you to safety and try to patch you up if no medic is available.
with time of knowing you, if he stumbles upon something he knows you like, anything really, from a movie, book, plant, supplies for whatever hobby you like! He might get it for you.
Ghost gives you (thing you like)
You: ??? ”Where did you find this?”
Ghost: ”In the trashpile over there.”
You: ”thanks?”
he does a slight nod and goes off to do whatever Ghost does, kill people
If he’s your superior expect more scolding from him if you do something irresponsible.
Whenever he gets comfortable with you, if a conversation leads to it or if you ask. He would 100% wanna talk about his special interests, I think knife collecting is one. He would know a lot about knives, models, history about them, and how to use them effectively and in different ways! He’d unintentionally infodump which might take you by surprised if you’re neurotypical or just not used to it from him!
Infodumping brings him joy even if he’d be afraid to admit, and if he becomes friends with you he’d love infodumping! He’d get into a lot of details so expect being there and listening to him for a while. He’ll tell you all about it when it comes to his special interests. If there is a book he likes, he’d tell you all about it.
Him joking or infodumping is the rare times you’ll hear him talk a lot more than usual.
Don’t peer pressure him into eating or drinking especially in public! Ignoring the mask wearing, he does not enjoy doing this in public. He prefers eating and drinking alone! but he’ll come back to you and the group after!
If you compliment him he won’t respond, he does not do well with positive feedback. (He also has a big ego and knows he’s good at something) (he does not thank Rudolfo after he compliments Ghost’s knife throwing) Despite not responding to your compliment or positive feedback, know that it does mean a lot to him!
Expect nonverbal communication or lack of communication, don’t take it personally. You’ll need to learn how he communicates, as he’ll most likely have already figured out how you communicate. Silence from him isn’t usually a sign of a hidden meaning or agenda, it’s genuine. (Sometimes he could intentionally go silent tho with a agenda)
I mentioned he has also a very direct way of communicating, he’ll be pretty blunt with you and the team. Talking when he needs to and only if he asks something. There won’t be much small talk.
Don’t take it personally if he seems rude he’s mostly likely actually not being intentionally rude. He is either silent or quick and direct because there isn’t much he can or wants to talk about. It’s hard for him to see a reason to talk to you about things that arent related to the mission, infodumping or just making silly jokes.
Him infodumping isn’t onesided by the way, he’s a listener too, you’ll probably sit there for an hour listening to him, but when he is done he would really enjoy listening to you infodump or just talk about your interests! (unless you’re on a mission or he has something to do, but he wouldn’t himself infodump in the first place if this was the case!)
Being able to just exist quietly in a comfortable silence together is something he enjoys with you and the team. It takes a certain level of being comfortable with someone.
If you, yourself are autistic or neurodivergent, I think you and him would have an easier time communicating, he would be able to understand you better and you him. This isnt saying you being neurotypical wouldn’t give the same result!
If you’re autistic too I could imagine you both be infodumping for hours, someone would need to interrupt you two otherwise you’d stop and find out 5 years has passed even tho it felt like 5 minutes
if you like to play videogames he wouldnt mind trying it out (he might even play videogames himself he just wont admit it) He’d be a very tryhard player tho so you two might get a bit competitive, or he might not even take it seriously. Who knows!
Don’t be afraid to joke with him! he enjoys jokes, sharing jokes would be some quality time spending with each other!
He won’t really ask about your personal life or past, I don’t think it would ever cross his mind, you would need to be the one who brings it up first. He would never ever try to disrespect your boundaries when it comes to your personal life, he wouldn’t ask about it unless you bring it up first, and if you don’t wanna talk about something regarding it he won’t push or stick his nose in, in anyway. He’s very respectful when it comes to other people’s past or personal life!
He wouldn’t mind helping you with training! He’d give you advice and tips! He’d give a ”good job!” or so when you finish or succeed with something! If you don’t train, he’d still give positive feedback for other things! They would be very short and quick feedback but he means well!
Despite his cold demeanour, he cares about his friends and team! Just remember that! He just shows it in his own ways. He might not comfort you when you’re sad or feeling bad in a way that is expected or what you expect.
If you’re sad he’d try to give you advice if that’s not right thing to do in the moment he would just kinda either leave you be to give you privacy, as he prefers privacy when if he were to get emotional, or he would just sit in the same space as you, hoping him showing you by just being there that you’re not alone.
At most he’d give you some awkward patting on the back, unless you made it clear you don’t want any physical touch! He’s super respectful of peoples boundaries when it comes to that.
If you’re autistic and have a meltdown he would react a bit more different! this also includes panic/anxiety attacks. He’d give you room and remove any thing that might be the cause of it/stress. He would not raise his voice in anyway, he’s likely be silent, talk calmly at most.
If you’ve stated what you need during a meltdown before, he will 100% remember that and do the things you’ve requested. He will not push you or put any pressure or expectations on you!
If this happens during combat or in a dangerous area, he would take the lead! he would make sure you’re safe and he will take watch and make sure the area is safe. He would never let his friend or team mate get injured or worse, specially during a meltdown so he’d do anything he can to help.
If you get exhausted after a meltdown, and even to a point of not being able to do anything. He’d help you out as much as he can, he’d would even give you a piggyback ride to any safe space if needed.
hopefully there isn’t too many typos, and nothing is too ooc, this is just how see Ghost mainly!
He may act all scary, cold and silent, but he tbh has a silly side to him, and clearly cares for his teammates. Trauma does affect people, by a lot, changes things and causes lots of damage. But it’s not the only thing to the character so it’s nice adding some stuff I think he would do and like!
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ghostismybbygorl · 6 months
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Spooky season is here so let me feed you some werewolf soap headcannons
DOG THINGS THAT SOAP DOES BUT DOESNT RELIZE IT UNTIL ITS POINTED OUT
P U P P Y E Y E S
He whole ass will tilt his head and widen his eyes with his ears back
Ill use my dog for examle
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He does the dog yawn where he shakes his head at the end
He'll follow you into the bathroom and just sit there talking to you
HE BEGS FOR FOOD. He takes advantage of those puppy eyes
His tail wags vigorously when hes happy pr eating
Does the nose boops
He growls when he doesnt want to be bothered or when he's asleep
RUNS IN HIS SLEEP
He does the thing where he'll bring you something when he's excited
HE PLAYS FETCH ALL THE TIME
The team made a bet to see if he would return things if they threw it at him. Lets just say he brought a whole dead tree to them excitedly wagging his tail.
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ragingbookdragon · 1 year
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How do you think a soccer match would go with the 141 would go? I think you’ve reblogged some art of them as players, so I wanted to ask. I think they’d take it a little too seriously lol
Hey, quick question, have you ever met teenage boys at recess? Y'know how they act like it's the goddamn Olympics? They don't grow out of it--they just get bigger.
Now, Soap is a soccer fan, I HC he grew up playing soccer on the local school teams and even had a shot at getting invited to uni for a scholarship before he enlisted.
Ghost, like Price, played rugby growing up.
Alejandro and Rudy grew up in the heart of soccer territory--they've been playing since before they could talk. Rudy actually went to school on a soccer scholarship, and Alejandro coached his little brother's teams all throughout his life, and he occasionally referees and coaches his nephew's.
Gaz plays golf but enjoys running in soccer. He typically fights Soap for the goalie position.
It's Price, Soap, and Ghost against Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy. Kate referees. It is a brutal game and at first it's all fun and games, but Ghost steals the ball from under Rudy and then it's game on. These men are tripping each other, shoving, whoever can get the most goals at this point. Kate gives up reprimanding players and just let's them go.
Alejandro and Rudy win of course, because it ended up being the two best soccer players against the entire 141.
They've never let them live it down and now it's an annual thing to come down to Las Almas and play soccer.
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ohmygraves · 1 month
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once, you tried to hide from your husband simon.
it wasn't your first attempt, of course. he's very observant and would notice you missing if you were out of his sight for like five seconds. you two are basically joined to the hip, so it's really, really hard for you to just somehow disappear from his sight. you're thankful that somehow he didn't even set up security cameras for the house himself.
of course, that doesn't discourage you from pranking your husband.
simon was away on a deployment for a few months, and you have been planning all of this from start to finish. you've seen lots of tiktok and reels and whatever about seeing how long your spouse will go look for you if you went missing, and you're kind of curious as to how long it takes for him to go look for you. clearly, you weren't thinking that far ahead.
you went and set up cameras yourself, since it's high time that you need to install one anyway. you told simon before he left, he completely trusted you to deal with it. he's most likely going to check everything when he comes back anyway, making sure that you did everything properly. but that's how you find yourself sitting impatiently, waiting for him to pull over the driveway of your shared home.
after setting everything up, you make sure that the cameras are working around the house. one by the front door, one in each room (except the bathroom), one in the garage and overseeing the driveway, and one facing the backyard.
this was flawless. this was amazing. he's going to laugh and find you in five seconds as usual.
you quickly hide yourself in the closet after you hear him pull over, making sure to keep your voice as low as possible. you giggled as you saw him call for you as he walked into the house through the security camera. but you weren't ready to see what happened next.
simon kept calling for you, looking around nervously as he couldn't find you. he dropped his duffel bag on the floor, kicking his boots off in a rush as he looked everywhere for you, getting increasingly agitated and anxious since you didn't respond. you can clearly see how panicked he was, how scared he is. his voice cracks as you could hear him pass from room to room, his hands flipping through your entire house to find you.
seeing how panicked he was, you felt really bad.
you quickly leave your hiding spot, calling out to simon. he was holding a knife in his hand, a panicked look on his eyes as he turns to you, eyes blown wide. his breathing is irregular.
"simon! i'm sorry! i was hiding and—"
you couldn't even finish your sentence before he hugged you, dropping his knife as he held you close to him. his body shook silently as he pressed you against his chest, not wanting to let go. you could feel his heart beating fast, his fingers trembling against the small of your back. you could feel wetness dropping against your skin, but you're too scared to say it out loud.
"... don't do that again..."
"i'm sorry, simon..."
he didn't say anything, simply holding you tighter in his arms. he wouldn't leave you alone for a few days afterwards. you're sure he's still mad at you after what you did, but he didn't say anything, too busy holding you close to him hoping that somehow he could glue the two of you together so you wouldn't wander off.
you learned that you probably shouldn't try and scare him like that again.
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manicrouge · 1 month
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Simon who smiles to himself every time he sees you doing something you love just because he's there to witness it. He'll always be there by your side and while a man of few words, is not above going on and on about how proud he is of you. Even if it's something small, he recognises your efforts and cares enough to take interest in what you like.
More specifically, you've decided you would like to draw, paint- you name it, you just need to get everything out of that head of yours and you find that a blank sheet of paper is the perfect candidate to help keep you occupied.
He'll offer to sit still so you can practice anatomy with him as your glowing model. When you tell him you don't want to be a bother; he's gonna have to sit still for a while, he tells you that he's fine with it because he's went through all the training while in the military which makes him a perfect candidate for your drawings.
So, you relent and let him sit there and he sits for as long as you need him, his head turned in your direction always. His stillness is impressive, and in the end, you find that the only person you're really able to draw is your boyfriend because of how many times he opted to be your model. That doesn't really matter, because, at the end of the day, he's the only one you've had eyes for and he appreciates the pile of paper taking up the corner of your shared office.
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The brain worms are feral today, and I don't want them to stop~
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Simon lets you invite the 141 over for dinner. It will be the first time his colleagues are in his shared home, and he watches you flutter around to make sure everything is perfect. The apartment isn't huge but you make everything comfortable.
Price and Gaz are sitting at the table with you, while he is in the kitchen cooking some pork steaks. Johnny invades the limited kitchen space to fetch some more drinks. On his way to the fridge, he peeks over Simon's shoulder at the food. He whistles with excitement.
"Damn LT, who gets that juicy morsel?" Johnny points to a pork steak with a vein of juicy fat.
"It's spoken for, Johnny," Simon says. He tries to wave off the Scot, but Soap persists.
"Och, come on Ghost, share a little." Soap reaches around Simon and gets his hand smacked. He looks to his superior with a childish pout. Tinkling laughter floats around them into the kitchen. Simon's eyes soften when he spots you working your way to his side.
"Sorry Soap, that one's mine," you smile at the Scot. He raises his brows as he looks you up and down. You know he is looking over your figure, fit where it matters but also lush where it counts. Curvy and scruptious.
"What is it, Soap?" you tease. "You think I got a body like this by feeding it kale? 'Fraid not. Good 'ole helpings of fat and protein keep this body fit for my man."
Simon laughs as Soap flushes and takes a quick exit back to the table. Price and Gaz laugh from where they can see the little episode at the table.
"Sorry son, but you never stood a chance against that," Price says. He gives a pointed look to the couple in the kitchen. Snickers sound when Simon reaches out and holds you to his side, one large hand cupping your plump behind as he watches over dinner. You giggle when you catch his eyes going from the cooking food to where he can see down your shirt at your ample bosom.
No doubt about it, you have Simon wrapped around your little finger.
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simon who's been in the military so long that sometimes he can't function without someone giving him instruction.
simon who will come to you at all hours of the day, just staring at you in hopes you give him a task to do.
"Simon can you grab-" he's already getting up
"Simon can you cook that chicken in the f-" he's already putting on an apron
"Simon can-" yes. he will. he can and he must. its compulsory at this point.
doesn't need or ask for praise when he completes the task at hand, but will be over the MOON if you do. even a simple "thanks, Si," gets him wagging his tail.
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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months
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Kinktober day 29
John “Soap” MacTavish + Muscle/Body Worship
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I’m still exhausted from all my homework and exam prep, but the I’m not gonna let that stop me. Readers older than Soap and is retired from the military.
Kinktober 2023 masterlist.
Retirement was strange for you, especially after having been active in the military for most of your life. Now that you had retired, there was very little to do to fill your day, Especially with Soap away still on active duty. Your relationship was a little strange in the eyes of others, mainly because of your age gap, but you were both adult men with careers when you first met and knew what you wanted.
You spent most of your days doing hobbies, like woodwork or messing with junker cars. The people of the town you and Soap lived in knew you as the older ex-military man who took no shit, but knew how to get even the oldest car running, or creating the wildest things outta wood.
The life outside of the military had taken much stress of your shoulders, but the access to any treat you could want and not being on the move at all times was starting to show. You were still strong as an ox and big in width and height, but as time went on a layer of fat gathered over your muscles. You still looked like you could take down a bear singlehandedly, but insecurity was starting to gather in your chest.
Combine your sudden plush and the grey starting to gather in your hair and beard, the ugly voices in your head started to whisper and murmur. A part of your mind was sure that the moment Soap saw you when he came back from duty, hed turn the other way and run for the hills, as you weren’t the man he had left those months ago.
It was that insecurity that had you pulling on an army fleece jacket, one that still fit and served to hide some of your newer bulk, the day you had to go pick him up from the airport. You were chewing your lip as you leaned against a wall near the back, surrounded by other people greeting their loved ones coming home. When you saw Soap, you almost talked yourself out of calling out for him, but before you could make any decision, he spotted you.
The Scot rushed through the crowd with his army bags, his eyes running up and down your body in a way that had your skin crawling enough that you didn’t notice the hunger that grew in them. He groaned as he hugged you, his bags forgotten on the floor as he kissed you, his arms squeezing around your middle as he couldn’t seem to stop himself from grabbing onto your ass or thighs, squeezing the thicker material of your thighs with an appreciative hum.
Insecurity gnawed in your stomach as you pulled back from Soaps hungry lips, clearing your throat as you reached them to scoop up his bags and lug them over his shoulder. You lover huffed about it for a bit, but you just grinned and made your way towards the car, unaware of the holes Soap was burning in your body as he seemed to take in every change he had missed.
The drive back to your home was spent sharing what you’d both missed, you sharing town gossip, and Soap telling you about 141. As you drove, you almost pulled away as Soap grabbed onto your thigh, his strong hand almost kneading the softer muscle under his palm. But seeing as you were driving, you couldn’t pull away like you wanted too, but Soap seemed to notice your discomfort and pulled his hand to himself with a worried furrow to his brow.
When you got home, you could tell Soap wanted to jump you immediately. It was tradition at this point, after being apart for a while, you two would spend hours expressing the feelings you hadn’t been able too all that time. But the insecurity in your body had you avoiding his advances, even though you had missed him just as much as he had missed you.
His pouting and puppy eyes almost had you throwing your insecurities about your body out the window, but then you would pass by a reflective surface, and you would see your thicker body, your rounder stomach or the extra roundness in your cheeks, and your fears would return tenfold.
This continued for a few days, until Soap finally seemed to have enough as you guys were typically better at talking about anything wrong. You had taken to sleep fully clothed, when in the past all you had slept in were a pair of boxers. That night you two were laying in bed, Soap acting as the big spoon as you liked to switch, his face burrowed in your shoulders as he squeezed your middle.
“God, you’re so fucking hot” he groaned, his hips rolling into your back as he exhaled shakily, his lips pressing against the exposed skin of your neck. You found your face growing hot, along with heat pooling in your gut as he murmured out all the things he thought, a shaky exhale leaving you as he ran his hands up under your shirt.
“The moment I saw you, I almost jumped you then and there, right in the airport” he purred, switching from kisses to bites and sucks. You wanted to retort, to claim he was lying, but the way he panted and ground against your back, his hard cock rutting against you made his point clear. He truly didn’t seem to mind your bodies changes, quite the opposite, he seemed almost rabid with how much he loved it.
“Come on love, roll over” he groaned, withdrawing from your back to grab at your shoulders, rolling you onto your back, but not before wrestling the shirt off your torso. You didn’t even have time to gasp out his name before he descended upon you, grabbing, licking, and sucking hickeys all over your torso, moaning against the fat and muscle of your strong torso.
You gripped onto his mohawk, a shuddery gasp leaving you as he licked and sucked between your thick pecs, his eyes locked on your own, looking half mad and starved as Soap worked his way down your body. “This stomach” he growled, gripping onto your stomach and licking over it, his voice rough and almost worshipping in tone.
“These fuckin thighs” Soap groaned out, pulling your sleep pants down your hips to bury his face between them, gripping them to squeeze them around his head. He looked like a man in heaven as you flexed your thighs carefully, squeezing his head softly between them as he so badly seemed to want.
A curse left you as Soap dug his teeth into the meat of your thigh, working like a man possessed to mark them all over as if to make up for lost time. When he finally seemed to have worked his way all over your body, you found yourself aching hard, a wet spot gathering in your boxers.
Soap almost purred as he ran the flat side of his tongue over your shaft through your boxers, his pupils blown and hair a mess. Wrenching down your boxers, he was upon you like a starved animal, sucking you all the way down his throat even as he gagged and coughed, like all Soap wanted was you to fill his mouth.
The noises were slick and wet as he worked his lips up and down you, one of his hands gripping your thick thigh as the other rolled your balls, his acts akin to worship as Soap moaned and groaned like the act brought him just as much pleasure as it brought you.
It had been a while since you had gotten yourself off, you age playing a factor, as your libido wasn’t as high as it had once been without Soap there, so the end quickly hurdled close. “F-fuck, John” you grunted, voice raspy as he looked down at him, his blue eyes staring up at you with such a deep hunger, his movements growing more desperate and his noises needier.
The grip on his mohawk tightened as you clenched your eyes shut, a deep guttural noise leaving you as you spilled into his mouth, thick spurts of white striking the back of his throat and tongue, Soap moaning louder than you as he gulped it all down like it was a delicacy.
Soap gave a few extra sucks and slurps, just to make sure it was all drawn out of you before withdrawing with a lewd pop, his lips red and wet as he grinned wolfishly. A soft chuckle left you as you fell back onto the pillows, grabbing onto his hips as he clambered on top of you. You both knew it would take a while before you could get hard again, but Soap seemed just as happy to start rutting against your stomach, needy noises leaving him as you moved his hips for him in a tight grip.
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