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Dad's already preparing his annual grudge against Christmas time. -_-
Lamo. It's funny every year watching the smartest guy on the planet prepare defenses for Santa
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Would you consider modeling you seem to love fashion I know it wouldn’t be full time of course you have many things you enjoy
Not really my thing but we do get some offers due to dad’s influence. Whenever we do accept it tho, Dib always find a way to ruin it.
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Kitty soap rubbing himself on everyones legs leaving fur behind on their pants?
another menace joined the chat
affectionate lil kitty
Also kitty!Soap almost never leaves Ghost so expect to see his fur on Ghost 24/7
#i love cats can you tell#ask response#thanks for the ask <3#gummmyart#doodle#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#soapghost#ghostsoap#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#kitty!Soap
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happy halloween!! 🎃🎃 what do you think the guys would dress up as for halloween if their girls made them do a couples costume
🎃⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ happy halloween ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆🎃
price
hugh hefner & playboy bunny - he would have been so against it at first, not wanting you to leave the house in the costume when he saw the items laid out on the bed when you first suggested it. "darlin' your not leavin' the house in that." he mumbles, and that's where the conversation ends. but when halloween rolls around and he comes home after running errands all day, you're coming down the stairs in the costume. he clears his throat as he eyes your body coming down the stairs, and when you reach the bottom of the steps his hand locks the front door. "we're definitely not fuckin' leavin'." his body walking over to you, hands grabbing at your waist as he hoists you up and puts you over his shoulder.
ghost
batman & catwoman - you didn't even think twice about it when you were looking up costumes. the idea seeming perfect - he could wear a mask that wasn't his usual skull one. and you knew getting him to dress up for halloween alone was brewing embarrassment deep inside of him. you didn't tell him your costume though, leaving him wondering. catwoman was a guess, but so was the joker, poison ivy, etc. to name a few. so, when he's getting ready in your bedroom and you walk out of the bathroom in the black, skintight bodysuit...curses to himself about how long of a night its going to be. his hand grabbing at his crotch to adjust himself.
soap
werewolf & little red riding hood - soap who actually brought up the idea to you and you actually agreed that it was a good idea. you weren't going to oppose him being shirtless for the most part besides a old plaid shirt that you would cut up, his chest hair on full display. the only time he complained was when you attempted putting the colored contacts in his eyes. and when you both get back home later that night, soap presses you up against the front door, a hand sliding up your thigh. "little red, you've bee driving me insane all night." his voice a low growl, your cheeks burning as you feel his lips on your neck. your palms reaching to slide up his chest, his chest hair warming your hands in the cold october air. "chase me to our room?" you suggest and he chuckles, reaching to open the door and letting you go to get a head start.
gaz
vampire & victim - he sits on toilet seat as you stand between his legs, your hands carefully putting the fake fangs on his actual canines. the special glue to keep them on make him gag slightly from the smell, but once they are set he runs his tongue along them. "that feels weird," he chuckles, standing up to look over in the mirror. the two of you already dressed and your makeup done, along with the fake blood running down your neck. he grabs your wrist, pulling you infront of him as he looks at you in the mirror. a hand reaching to grab the back of your neck while he teasingly leans down to bite where you placed fake puncture wounds. "i'm biting you all over when we get back." he mumbles against your skin, the fake blood on your neck rubbing off on his lips.
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So imagine Prices face when you send a picture of a positive pregnancy test. Just let that mental image permeate a little....
He gets it during a meeting, too. There is a lull, he checks his phone while Laswell and Gaz try to figure out how the new projectors work.
It's just an image.
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He smirks a little, and steps back, one hand gripping the phone, and the other curled around the strap of his vest. He made an absolute mess of you last night and this morning, and is fully expecting a naughty picture for his efforts.
It downloads. He opens it.
It looks like a thermometer. Nothing special. He wonders, distantly, if you're sick.
And then it clicks. It clots inside clots inside his limbic system until all he can see that.
It's Soap who draws him back. "Alright, cap?"
"No," he rasps, voice thick. He can't see through the veil of tears pooling in his eyes. He tries to blink them away but when he does, all he can see is that little line—positive. "I'm gonna be a bloody dad. Jesus Christ—"
#he slaps gaz on the shoulder and asks 'you ready to be an uncle?'#Gaz laughs and shoots back 'about as ready as you old man'#'born ready' its the quickest response anyone had ever heard from him#captain john price x you#captain john price x reader#captain john price
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Simon and Gaz are so 90s rap coded!! Like I can definitely picture them listening to 2Pac or someone else from the 90s lol
Wait I lovvveeee diisss cause I think about their music tastes all the time lmfao.
I’m firm believer that Simon used to listen to house/dance music and is a really good dancer. So he knows a lot of club bangers cause he used to go dancing whenever he was deployed somewhere, and he was super young too, so he used to dance and hook up with random ppl. He was a party boy!!! 😛😛😛😛
Gaz too, but I feel like Gaz listens to just about everything, like he’ll be in the car or something and his “weird music” will start playing and reader’ll be like “let that ed Sheeran play bae” Hard east coast rap fan l! Mf doom, wu tang clan, ODB. Plz don’t play N.Y. State of mind around him, it’ll get embarrassing.
Price listens to The Rolling Stones and like classic rock, not cause he’s old, but he just likes it. It’s very nostalgic for some reason, he wasn’t even born when that shit was hitting the charts but that’s beside the point. Dad rock basically.
Soap’s a nu-metal man, I don’t make the rules 🤷🏻♀️. Pls don’t let him get on aux, I don’t want to hear Limp bizkit, Papa roach, and Korn back to back someone take the phone plz, get it away from him. bigggg rage against the machine fan tho!
#lunden’s response ❀—#cod mw2#task force 141#cod mw3#cod mwf2#task 141#john soap mctavish x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley#kyle gaz x you#gaz x reader#cod 141#john price x reader#price x reader
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Also, i forgot to write this on my request, but if u could, i would love it if the reader is a female, since i'm a girl :).
Summary: f!reader has a journal listing ‘imperfections’ and ‘perfections’, but one category is severely lacking. König & the 141 find this journal by accident. I edited the phone to a journal for the sake of the plot
A/N: I really hope you can find people in your life to confide in, body image is a beast
Cw: discussion of body image and esteem
König & 141 x f!reader - Perfections
Your view of your body was never straightforward, every day a different perspective, a different shift of blame. Some days ran smoother than others.
For the days that left you wishing to crawl out of your skin, it felt like your options were scarce.
You started writing.
The morning after New Year's; murmured goodbyes and pounding heads. You knew you'd be finding glitter in your hair for a week, but considered the night a success anyway. It was a silent victory to have celebrated as a host in the first place; it took confidence to house your closest friends and colleagues, let alone with alcohol involved.
Simon left first; he had woken before you and sent a sweet text before slipping out the door. Gaz and Johnny left together nearly clinging to each other for stability with quiet grumbles of their mysterious bruises. Konig rose heavily, his accent thicker with sleep when he hugged you goodbye and thanked you for the lovely night.
But John hadn't slept there; he'd stayed up past everyone along with you, helping you with the trash and streamers before sitting with you and just talking for hours. He told you about his family; his nieces and nephews that he missed so much, he told you how people like you are what allow him to bend and not break. But just before he left, he remarked he'd left his leather-bound notepad in the other room. He hadn't gotten to his feet before you were on your way to retrieve it for him, afraid that if you let him do another kind thing for you, you might start crying.
Carefully walking through the sleeping forms of your friends, you saw a faded journal on the desk that John had sat near for some of the party, retrieved it, and pulled a blanket over a shivering Simon before returning to the living room and seeing your Captain out the door.
It wasn’t until the first day back from your leave that you realized your mistake. You’d packed nearly everything to return to your on-base living space, but were tearing apart the apartment trying to find your journal. Images of an inspector or your landlord finding the pages where you’d laid your heart out flitted anxiously behind your eyes. That page. A neat T-chart you’d created on a whim, both to try a more organized method of expression, and to hide it all away on a physical copy. For yours eyes only.
One side, a list of attributes that kept you awake,
Stomach, thighs,
and also kept you in bed.
Voice -> too deep, cheeks,
A tangible admission.
The other half was meant to house what you did enjoy about yourself; the small things, the things you took solace in, the acts you did just because you knew it was the right thing to do. What you’re proud of.
But it only bore the marks of the times the ball of the pen had tapped the paper as you fidgeted. It was as empty as you felt when you tried to answer that question. ‘What do you like about yourself?’
Finally, beside the stand mixer, you saw a journal. But as you inspected it, it proved to not be yours. It was smaller, more pristine. Looking on the inside cover, your heart dropped.
J.P.
It had been days. He saw it. There was hardly any chance he hadn’t.
You sped on your way to the base, the horror and embarrassment feeling like fireworks being set off in your ribcage. You abandoned your luggage, first racing inside and impatiently tapping your FOB key to gain access to the office building and sprinting to his office, his rightful notepad in your hand.
Your heart pounded as you collected yourself enough to knock inconspicuously.
“It’s open.”
He was sitting in his mess of paperwork, one hand flipping through a folder in front of him while the other cradled a pen between his middle and forefinger.
“Bright and early, huh? You even moved back in yet?”
His eyes wavered briefly from what laid in front of him.
“Uh—no. No, I wanted to.. you left this.” You set down his notepad, your heart in your throat.
“Right.. got a bit switched up that night, didn’t ya?”
He reached into a drawer, handing you what was yours.
“Thanks. Can’t keep my head screwed on without writin’ shit down.”
You nodded, but still felt a tightness in your abdomen as you spoke.
“Did you happen to.. open this?” You faintly held up the journal.
His eyes flickered to you, then to the wall, then to his desk, his hand fidgeting uncomfortably.
“You should get settled in.”
You knew to accept his tone; the conversation was over.
The walk back to your car felt heavy, like you’d just been scolded by the principal. He hadn’t even done anything to criticize you, and yet you couldn’t shake the tension that stiffened your hand as you grasped the journal at your side. You shoved the journal between the tightened straps of a duffel bag, shouldering that and carrying the rest of your things to your room. Normally you would have one headphone in as you unpacked, taking breaks to visit with the people you hadn’t seen in weeks before wandering back into your space and setting up for another year of your service. But you’d gotten there early; you didn’t feel like music, you didn’t feel like turning the light on, you didn’t feel like doing anything. You opened your journal.
Stomach, thighs,
He’d crossed it.
Voice -> too deep, cheeks,
Why?
What was next to it seemed to release every tensed muscle in your concerned expression, an airy feeling rising in your head.
Perfections
Eyes like stars, soft cheeks
-K
Cute smile, soothing voice
-J.M.
Gorgeous face, stunning top to bottom
-K.G.
Body of a protector, mind of a friend
-S.R.
Wits of steel, feats of a mad woman
-J.P.
There were more, scattered down the page and into the next, the first column forgotten in a crashing sea of praising anecdotes, messages, and love.
Even if you couldn’t see the parts of yourself that were beautiful and important, they were still there.
#cod requests#call of duty modern warfare#cod mwii#call of duty#cod mw2#call of duty mw2#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#könig cod#cod headcanons#cod imagine#call of duty headcanons#call of duty reader insert#requests#ask#ask response#call of duty ask#request#gaz mwii#soap mw2#ghost mw2#writing prompt
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Dear John | 141 Reacts to You Breaking Up with Them with a Letter
Almost all angst, sorry not sorry
Ghost
He wasn’t surprised, honestly thought it would happen sooner. He came home after being away for almost eight months, with very little contact with you. Your shared flat was dark when he got there. He knew the moment he saw the letter on the dining table what had happened. He didn’t try to reach out, he didn’t want to hurt you and it honestly hurt too much for him too. He kept an eye on you, checking up on you from a distance. He knew he could never give you everything you wanted or needed and wanted to make sure you found someone who did.
Soap
Didn’t read it for three days after coming home. He slept on the couch, the bed didn’t even smell like you anymore. A couple of drunken voicemails later, you agreed to meet to talk in person. It didn’t go well. You were crying and he was trying hard not to. You eventually agreed to go your separate ways. He didn’t tell anyone you’d broken up for months, just lied to his mates about how busy you were with work or school. His maw loved you and he didn’t know how to tell her. He didn’t want to admit to himself you were gone. Had lots of random hook-ups until his next deployment but it wasn’t you.
Price
It wasn’t the first one he’d ever gotten. The disappointment still hung heavy in his heart. He didn’t bother reading it, just tossed it in the garbage. He drank, a lot. Went through a lot of cigars too (the neighbours complained about the smell). He went scorched earth, deleting your number, blocking you on everything, and throwing out anything that reminded him of you. He’d hoped you could hold on a little bit longer so he could show how ready he was to commit to you. He still has the ring he wanted to give you buried in the back of his sock drawer.
Gaz
He called you immediately, just wanting to make sure you had a safe place to stay. He asked if the two of you could talk it out. You spent several hours at your local cafe, your previous favorite date spot. It was painful but you were both open with each other about what you wanted. You agreed to a break, and he offered to let you stay at the flat and he’d move out for the time being (didn’t ask Price about sleeping on his couch beforehand). You’re not sure where to go from here but you’re open to getting back together. You both need to work on things but you still care about each other, just not sure in what way yet.
#Low key Gaz would have the most mature response#I stand by that#cod imagines#call of duty mw2#cod mwii#cod mw22#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#john soap mactavish#john soap mactavish x reader#captain john price#Captain John Price x reader#kyle gaz garrick#Kyle Gaz garrick x reader#task force 141
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Domestic December: COD
Day 17: Gaz, Tipsy
DD Masterlist
He promised to be out for only a few hours and fewer drinks. After spending several days and nights with you during his time off it was only fair that his friends got some of his attention too. At least, this was the lie you told yourself to insist he goes.
In reality you both needed a break from each other. Like most couples it wasn’t going to be healthy to spend every minute together while he was home.
So, while you did your own thing, Gaz hit the bar with his boys. Friends from college and his civilian life who were always fishing for stories about his crazy career. It could quickly get tiring being the main focus of a friend group, but that was where the beer came in.
‘Having fun. One more round than I’m heading back.’ He sent around ten.
‘Gonna be l8er than I thought. Won’t w8 up.’ He sent at eleven.
‘Love you babe a lot” He sent at one.
‘This is Chris using Kyle’s phone. Would you mind coming to get him?’ Read his latest message around two in the morning.
You’ve heard of Chris but had never met him. He was one of Gaz’s oldest friends from childhood. Although they weren’t close enough to be considered besties he’s been around long enough to understand Gaz as a friend, not just a source of fun stories.
Gaz wasn’t the only one who let loose tonight. Chris, as the designated driver, found it easier to just take everyone back to his place. So far you were the only partner to be awake and willing to come get their significant other. This isn’t to say that the others don’t care but that they were in bed by now.
“Hello, beautiful,” Gaz said when he saw you pull up.
Gaz gets silly when he lets himself loose like this. As a contractor he rarely felt safe enough to get this sloshed. That he felt safe enough to be blitzed out in your passenger seat is one of the highest honors.
“You’re so nice for coming to get me. You’re just-you’re just the best.” He says, reaching out to pat your shoulder. “I’ll get you back for gas money for this. I’ll pay you tenfold for this.”
Usually you don’t mention the stuff either of you say while drunk. But the promise of money and want to return a favor will definitely be making an appear later on.
“Thanks, Honey. I appreciate that.” You said, parking in front of your building.
Gaz has a sleepy smile as you take care of him. He may be bogged down by alcohol, but he was still making comment about your beauty. Leaning into your hands as you help him out of his shirt and pants. Hugging you without too much strength and falling back dramatically on to the bed when you push him away.
“If you throw up I’m going to break up with you,” You warn, hitting the light behind you.
“Love you,” he mumbles, meaning that entirely.
#reader insert#domestic december#call of duty reader insert#call of duty imagine#kyle gaz x reader#Gaz x reader#alcohol#drink responsibly#low effort#Not sorry
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@explosions-and-chill This you? lol
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How are you Gaz and Dib? Hope you’re both taking plenty of time for a little self care every once in a while☺️
@player-dreamer you’re so dead.
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gomz the otomatone 141 are so adorable i want to sob from how cute they are, i need to gently hold them and give them little kisses, thank you so much for this 💖
I like to imagine they bounce around like lil bunnies on my desk
you're welcome, they're very silly and dear to me
#ask response#thanks for the ask <3#the one on my head is my oc lmfao#gummmyart#doodle#otamatone 141#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick
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They got tired of getting pushed over the edge because the bed was made for one and not 3 big adult men, so they dismantled the frame and put two mattresses together on the ground.
So now instead of the one on the side falling, it's the one in the middle getting swallowed when the mattresses inevitably part. They're not that smart. But at least they don't hurt themselves by falling now.
#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#gary roach sanderson#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#how is that ship called?#ghostsoaproach#?#hehe 'gopro' like the camera cause ghoapro#it should be acknowledged that while my sense of humour has always been catastrophic#i am now also severely sleep deprived so i reject any responsibility#price being like 'step 1 : ???' 'step 2 : ignore'#as long as no one's hurt it's not his problem#it's better for his own mental health#the scribbling on ghost's arm in most of my drawings is his tattoo btw#i'm not actually drawing it like ever#that's for my mental health#but the scribbles on roach's arms are burns
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hi! I've been really ill these past few days (fever + chesty cough T^T) was wondering if you could maybe write abt the boys taking care of their ill s/o? doesn't matter what sort of illness! I'm not living at home atm so it's been really hard trying to make smth to eat and take meds etc alone :(( no pressure if you don't want to tho!!
ah! i hope you are feeling better hun🤍 apologies for my delay in writing this, but i hope it brings some comfort if you still are feeling unwell or even just in general! figured i do quick little ones of all the boys. mwah. sending all my love and well wishes.
price
when it comes to himself being sick, he's quite the worst at taking care of himself. doesn't quite pay attention to his symptoms and takes whatever cold or flu medicine he has stored away in the cabinets. so, when you fall sick, he's a big clueless on that front. but where he does fall useful is getting you hydrated and fed. while you nap on the couch after taking medicine to fight off the fever, he's in the kitchen making soup out of the items you have. and by the time you wake up, he's walking over to you, sat on the edge of the coffee table. "c'mon princess," placing the bowl next to him, he helps you sit up before grabbing it again. "you need food in your system."
simon
no doubt in my mind he's the best out of all of them. genuinely, i mean it. taking care of people comes naturally to him and it shows in moments like this. he's with you the entire time you're sick, not caring if he gets sick in the process. when you're tossing and turning at night, covering and re-covering yourself and your fever fluctuates, simon lays on his back so you can curl up to him when you need. when your fever knocks down and chills take over, you're immediately curled next to him and clinging to him for warmth. and in the morning when the fever picks back up with the cough, he's slipping out of the bed to grab the medicine, water and a piece of toast for you to have. "can't have you taking it on an empty stomach. jus' one bite even." and he takes care of everything around your home, cleaning dishes, the laundry - all of it. but, once you start feeling better, you can't help but feel bad as you hear his own cough forming. "your turn to rest, yeah?" you chuckle, sending him off to bed.
soap
"not gon' argue, love," he mumbles while you try and tell him you're fine and it's just a small cold. he grabs your hand, tugging you towards your room and sitting you down on the bed. a hand pressed against your forehead and he chuckles softy, shaking his head. "burnin' up," he simply states as he goes to grab a fresh towel from your closet. "take a shower to cool off a bit," he hands it to you and urges you towards the bathroom. and when you reemerge, a fresh set of pajamas are resting on the bed. a note next to the neatly placed clothes indicating that he stepped out to get you medicine and will be back soon.
gaz
an absolute national treasure this man is when it comes to take care of you. the moment you mention you are under the weather he's asking what your symptoms are so he can run to the drug store and pick out the right medicine to help you knock out whatever is your body is fighting. and soon enough, your phone pings with a message that he's about to be at your door followed by the sound of the doorbell travelling through the house. blanket wrapped around you as you open the door, he's stood there with a bag in one hand containing medicine, gatorade and water bottles. the other bag containing your favorite take out he picked up on the way as well, with a side of soup. he doesn't mind if you aren't in the mood to eat, but he rather you have the option to pick at something you like should you want something.
#john price#simon riley#kyle garrick#john mactavish#captain john price#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#nic responses#task force 141#nic talks price#nic talks ghost#nic talks soap#nic talks gaz
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Do you have any more Soap x Everyone prompts? I eat them up to quickly
Ooh! I actually had a completely different idea for this at first but then this hit me and I got excited.
But! What about a blind Soap and his reactions/interactions with different monster hybrid 141/los vaqueros/König???
Also these monster hybrids aren’t based on anything in particular from the characters or nothing, it’s just the first one that popped into my head when I thought of the character and I went with it. I’m also making up my own laws and rules for these so shush!
Gorgon Ghost:
Obviously Simon’s got the whole, turn to stone if he looks at people thing so he’s always wearing sun glasses. Cause apparently, they were just the perfect deterrent for his little powers.
But every time Johnny’s with him the Scot insists that he doesn’t wear them, claiming he’d be heartbroken if he were denied the sight of Simons ‘beautiful eyes’. Which was bullshit since the man couldn’t even see but who was Simon to deny him.
Johnny spends forever after missions, sitting in Simon’s lap, fingers tracing over strong features with feather light touches.
Sometimes he ventures a little further back, giving gentle strokes to the snakes that constitutes Simon’s hair and giggling like a mad man when they either wrap around his fingers lightly or nip at the tips. They weren’t venomous so neither of them were ever too worried when that happened.
But Johnny always acted like it was a normal thing. Smiling wide when he finally left them alone and went back to tracing his features. If they hadn’t already done the routine a hundred times over he’d think the Scot was trying to gain a sense of what he looked like. Now he simply relishes in the touches, using them to ground himself and simply exist within the present.
Harpy Gaz: (I realise there’s a proper term but shush)
Soap was surprisingly good at grooming Gaz’s wings. The latter was always hesitant to let the man near, cause while he loved him dearly and would do near anything, his wings were wildly more sensitive than the rest of him. He didn’t want to run the risk of Soap accidentally doing something wrong and either leaving the Scot feeling guilty over it or have him be guilty cause he’d lashed out.
But Gaz had eventually caved when he saw how gentle Soap was with Ghost’s snakes. The fact that man absolutely lit up the room with how brightly he smiled also, might have played a role in it.
Now, it was just a regular occurrence. They were in the military, it was pretty much a given that Gaz’s wings would always manage to become unkempt somehow, someway. But that just meant that it was always a given that Soap would help him groom them. Sitting on Gaz’s back and gently combing through the feathers with soft, but sure fingers.
Sometimes he’d even give the man a massage, working out tense spots and laughing when he felt Gaz turn into a melted mess beneath him, gentle trills escaping him with how relaxed he always became.
Whenever they finished, Gaz would turn onto his back, opening his wings and arms just so Soap could lie down and he could wrap them up. It was cozy apparently and Soap loved feeling the all encompassing warmth and softness that came with it.
Demon Price:
There was a reason there was a blind man in the military despite all the red tape and technicalities and what not. Whether Price would ever confirm if it was truly his fault or not though was an entirely seperate issue that reoccurred at least once a month.
As it stood though John McTavish was his. He was his soldier. His responsibility. His blood pact. Unfortunately, he just so happened to be the base’s human as well. Which meant that no matter how much Price craved and wanted the man’s attention to be his and only his, there wasn’t a chance in hell it was going to happen now.
Fortunately John was aware of it though. Knew how much Price wanted to take him away and how often his desires almost got the better of him so he also had his own, little designated thing with the man. It was an unspoken rule on base. Everyone got time with John. Nobody interrupted. If you did, then there better be an excuse better than the world ending to save your life.
John would always dress up all pretty for him, coming to Price with a pretty little blush and unsure smile cause he was never quite sure how well he’d done with the wardrobe he was wearing. Granted, it was pretty hard for the man to make anything look bad. He looked amazing in whatever he wore.
If that happened to be due to the fact that Price bought him all his clothes and made sure they were all similar in style and complimentary in colour then who cares? His boy was happy and Price got to see him dressed up in the things he bought him.
Nagual Alejandro & Rodolfo:
Ale and Rudy were usually hanging around base as Jaguars, either lazing about after a hard mission or getting residual energy out by play fighting outside.
Occasionally though you could hear Soap with them, the two of them curled around the Scot while he chattered away about one thing or another, either completely oblivious to the way the jaguars were usually asleep, or not caring a single bit.
It always looked like the smaller man was serving as their pillow, one’s head in his lap while the other would be propped up on his shoulder, the man’s body resting against someone’s flank.
It was hard to tell how any of them were comfortably positioned, the two jaguars black as night and blending in with one another near perfectly if not for the pale man between them. Soap never seemed to mind though, hands running through their fur and occasionally shifting to scratch in no particular order.
Though given how the two would melt just a touch more when he did scratch a particular spot you’d think he was able to just know that that would be a soft spot for them.
Spectre König:
Kǒnig had a hard time keeping himself fully corporeal sometimes. He was so used to hiding and living out his military days as a spectre that he’d forget that he’d actually have to be in a physical form for some things.
But Soap made it easier. Something about the man made König want to exist within the same plane, if not to be able to actually touch him then just to exist beside him. It helped that he could tell Soap appreciated it when he was in physical form as well.
When it got particularly difficult Soap would always be there, words soft and coaxing and his touch even more so when König managed to gather his wits enough for it.
When he was fully in his plane Soap got this distinctly proud look in his eyes, blindness doing nothing to take away from the glint when he looked in König’s general direction and greeted him warmly. The reaction always made him feel warm inside. The blood he didn’t have rushing through him and warming him something stupid.
Sometimes he swore he felt his long dead heart kickstart. Especially when Soap laid his head over his chest, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s waist as if his arms alone were holding König together. Given that he didn’t feel the need to come apart like smoke when he did he’d argue that maybe it wasn’t too far from the truth.
#fic prompt#fic#prompt#fuck off haters#i’m looking at you die hard cod players#johnny ‘soap’ mctavish#call of duty#ghost x soap#simon ‘ghost’ riley#Gaz x soap#price x soap#Alejandro x soap#Rodolfo x soap#141 x soap#los vaqueros x soap#everyone x soap#monster hybrid au#reply#response#anonymous#blind soap#doesn’t stop him from having everyone wrapped around his finger tho#everyone loves soap#alejandro vargas#rodolfo parra#john price#kyle gaz garrick#könig#König x soap
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im kinda confused here over this whole bimbo!reader thing, ngl😭
can you explain where the problem lies with bimbo!reader, because i genuinely don‘t really understand… the stuff i read never mentioned her skin colour. or is it like the way it‘s written?
i seriously wanna know, especially as someone who writes ‚x reader stuff‘ myself and wants to make it as inclusive as possible. please don‘t take this as an insult or something, i‘m genuinely curious.
i‘m not a poc so i don‘t know what to do to make my stories more inclusive and all that… or maybe what especially not to do.
BOW let this be your guide ig.
It’s not about the tag, I used it as an “example” but the main point is white writers (or writers in general cause I can already hear them coming) are not inclusive. I had to break it down like four times (I’m slowly going insane.)
There are some things that are supposed to be X reader, but don’t apply to ALL readers. And because most of the cod writers that I see are white women basically writing for a white demographic, and yes they are writers who write for people of color I.am. aware. because. I.am one. of. them. It sucks that hereee (talking about tumblr) is lowkey a predominantly white app, like we have to make our own subgroups in order to feel comfortable. It’s exhausting.
Stop using describing words that are limited to white/light skinned people, not everyone blushes, not every can run their fingers through their hair, everyone doesn’t have light eyes, no porcelain skin doesn’t mean clear or soft, it means white always has and always will. Thank you; I am done .
#lunden’s response ❀—#cod mw2#task force 141#cod 141#cod mw3#simon ghost riley#captain john price#johnny soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#cod mwf2#cod mwii#like y’all just look at my page damnnnnb
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