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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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this one might be a bit much but…Professor!Graves x student!Rodolfo. with Rudy and Ale going to college, Rudy is in love with Ale, but Ale is starting to get kind of distant from him, finding new friends. Rudy gets heartbroken and his history professor starts to take a… special interest in him. Rudy likes the attention, even if his friends think its bad

(This would be amazing in ABO but only if you're comfortable) Sorry if this is too much!

I almost didn't write this one but it took up so much prime real estate in my brain that I almost had to.

Rodolfo sighed as he looked over his notes. The class was about to end, so he was just reviewing everything he had. He could barely focus on it, though, thinking back to the Friday before.

Alejandro had dragged him out to another party, despite him knowing that Rodolfo didn't really like those. And within five minutes, he'd ditched him. Found some pretty little omega to flirt with and Rodolfo was left to figure out what to do.

Rodolfo didn't even think Alejandro had noticed he went home early.

Rodolfo sighed when class ended. He gathered his stuff up and went to stand before realizing his professor was right in front of his desk. "Oh, Professor Graves." He said, standing.

Professor Graves was his history professor. Rodolfo wasn't even sure why he was required to take a history class, but he would have taken it, anyway.

Professor Graves was... well, hit or miss with his students.

Rodolfo didn't mind him. He was okay if you weren't a shitbag. He was an alpha, too, and wasn't that big of an asshole, even to the omega students. Some of his alpha teachers had a tendency to talk down to them.

"Hello, Rodolfo. Sorry, I couldn't help but notice you seemed down." Graves smiled, gently. "You're usually so attentive in my class."

Rodolfo flushed. "Oh, uh..." He hesitated. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just..." he wasn't sure what excuse to make. "Went to a party last night. Tired."

Graves raised an eyebrow, seeming surprised. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his jacket, a black leather one he was never seen without. "Oh? I have to say, I didn't see you as the party type."

Rodolfo couldn't help snorting. "I'm not. My best friend, Alejandro, likes to go to them, though, and he always wants me there for some reason." He winced at how bitter his voice sounded and looked away.

Graves definitely picked up on it and Rodolfo cringed. “Anyway, so yeah, I’m just tired. I did manage to take notes, though, if you’re worried about that. I won’t fall behind.”

“I wouldn’t let my best student fall behind, don’t worry.” Graves chuckled and then he Pat Rodolfo’s arm, his touch lingering a little. Rodolfo wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Rodolfo smiled, weakly admittedly, and turned, leaving. He shrugged his bag onto his shoulder and sighed a little. Of course, half way through his walk, his second best friend Soap Mactavish decided that he absolutely had to ask Rodolfo about the party.

Soap ran up on him and threw his arm over Rodolfo’s shoulders. He was an omega, like Rodolfo, but honestly acted more like a beta. Until he got around Alphas, that was. Then that omega instinct kicked right in. “So! How was it??”

Rodolfo sighed. “I don’t know. I left early.”

“You left early?!” Soap frowned. “Why the fuck would you do that?? What if this was your chance to tell Alejandro!”

“It wasn’t. He ditched me for some other omega the moment he had a chance.” Rodolfo shrugged. “And Valeria wasn’t there, so I just left.” Valeria was kind of the third in his and Alejandro’s friendship. She was closer friends with Alejandro and Soap’s boyfriend Ghost than Rodolfo, though he would occasionally hang out with her if he saw her.

Soap cringed. “I’m sorry, Rudy. That sounds shitty.”

Rodolfo shrugged. “He doesn’t like me. It’s okay.” It was not okay but Rodolfo didn’t really want to deal with pity.

“You could always have a threesome with me and Ghost.” Soap joked. It was never a serious offer, or Rodolfo hoped it wasn’t, but he made the offer occasionally, when Rodolfo was having problems with Alejandro.

It was clearly a joke. A way to show Rodolfo he was still wanted somewhere. It didn’t work.

“It’s harder and harder to say no.” Rodolfo joked, but sighed. “But, no thank you.” He pat Soap’s shoulder. “Anyway, I need to go to class.”

“Okay, Rudy.” Soap nodded and left.

Rodolfo was still down about the party. It’d been two days, he really shouldn’t be anymore, but he was. He sighed, trying to pay a little more attention to Professor Graves’ lecture.

It was an interesting lesson, anyway. About the Greeks. Rodolfo liked the way Graves taught. He tried to keep it interesting, but he didn’t talk to them like they were children. He also had a tendency to joke around a lot and he wasn’t one of those professors that you could get completely off topic so he’d stand around and talk the whole class. Maybe everyone else liked those professors, but Rodolfo was paying for this class, he’d like to take it.

Rodolfo sighed, softly, watching him teach. Again, his mind wandered to Alejandro, and he found himself slumping a little. Maybe it was time to just move on and find someone new.

After class, he sighed and went to pack up his stuff. He got a little too careless with his laptop and it slid off his desk. His heart jumped as he went to catch it, but Graves was immediately there, catching it easily. “Don’t want to break this.” He chuckled, holding it out to Rodolfo.

Rodolfo flushed but relaxed, thanking him. “I definitely do not want to break it.” He slipped it into his bag.

“I found something interesting I thought you might like.” Graves stuck his hands in his pocket, smiling. “Do you have a class next?”

Rodolfo tilted his head before sighing, reluctantly, since he did in fact have a class. “Yes, sadly...”

“Alright, do you wanna come by this afternoon then? My office hours are 6-7?” Graves leaned against Rodolfo’s desk and Rodolfo hesitated before nodding a little. “Perfect.” Graves gave him a half grin and then touched his arm again.

Rodolfo flushed and quickly left, curious what Graves was going to show him.

Rodolfo was kind of excited. He liked to see interesting things and with Graves, he could only imagine. The professor was known for randomly just finding interesting artifacts and buying them. And... he had to admit the idea of Graves wanting to show just him... made him feel odd things.

He had also dressed kind of nice. He didn’t know why he’d had the urge, but Soap, who was also his roommate, had teased him about it. Rodolfo had lied that he was meeting someone for dinner, since... He didn’t want Soap to know the truth, which was that he’d dressed up to meet a professor.

Rodolfo knocked on Graves’ office door, noticing it was slightly open. He pushed it open a little, peeking in. Graves looked up from where he was slightly hunched over his desk, looking at something in a clear box. “Rodolfo! Come in!”

Rodolfo relaxed and went inside, looking around his office. It was fairly big, for an office, at least it was bigger than any of his other professors, but Graves had made it kind of cozy. Warm lighting with dark oak furniture.

Rodolfo went over to him, now curious. “What is it?”

“A ring.” Graves moved to Rodolfo could look at it. Rodolfo raised an eyebrow but looked over the ring. It was clearly bronze, and had a purple stone in it. Garnet, if Rodolfo had to guess. “It’s Roman.” Graves explained. “I’ve managed to get it loaned to me for my Roman Studies class but I thought you’d like to see it. You take an interest in the jewelry lessons.”

Rodolfo flushed, surprised he’d noticed. “I just think it’s fascinating how they added so much intricate detail…” He looked over the ring. “It’s well protected.” Which, it was, in a locked plastic box.

“It’s worth 15,000 dollars.” Graves chuckled. “It has to be.”

“And they let you borrow it??” Rodolfo looked at him, shocked. That seemed like a lot of value to just be sitting on a professor’s desk.

“The museum curator owes me a favor. I helped identify some artifacts.” Graves chuckled, seeming almost amused by Rodolfo’s expression. “It pays to know people.”

“Yeah, networking, I guess.” Rodolfo sighed and turned back to the ring. He picked up the little magnifying thing Graves had been using to look at it, just in awe at the detail. “It’s so intricate…” he murmured. “They could put in such little details. It’s fascinating.”

“Isn’t it?” Graves nodded. “But, we can so easily put the same details in, now, at barely a fraction of the speed.”

Rodolfo straightened up again and looked at him. “I guess.” He nodded and smiled. “It's interesting to see how the progression of skill is, now.”

“Not skill, technology.” Graves shook his head. “If we were using the same technology they were, we’d only be able to craft with the same amount of detail.”

Rodolfo frowned. “But hasn’t a progression of technology been due, largely, to a progression of skill in humanity?”

Graves seemed to consider his words before smiling at him, shrugging. “I suppose you’re right. You’re very bright.”

“I’ve heard that before.” Rodolfo laughed, but he was flattered all the same. “Gifted student.”

“It shows.” Graves moved to the ring again and ended up brushing against Rodolfo. Rodolfo tensed and flushed dark, quickly moving out of the way.

Graves didn’t acknowledge it and leaned back down to look over the ring. “Royalty wore this. And it sits in an old History Professor’s classroom.” He chuckled. “What an odd place to find yourself.”

Rodolfo frowned. “You don’t look old.”

“I’m 39. I suppose I’m not, yet. But I feel old.” Graves shrugged and sighed, sitting in his desk chair. He looked up at Rodolfo, watching him for a moment. His eyes seemed soft, almost. He looked at Rodolfo the same way he looked at the ring. Awe. Admiration.

Rodolfo flushed and looked away. “Is the ring the only thing you wanted to show me?” He mumbled, shy.

“Yes,” Graves nodded and sighed a little. “I suppose you should get back to your dorm. My office hours are almost up.” He looked disappointed and Rodolfo couldn’t help but feel the same. “I know you like this stuff, though. I could show you the pieces we’re restoring at the museum?”

Rodolfo perked up. “I’d love that.”

“How does Friday sound?” Graves hummed.

Rodolfo smiled. “Okay, I can do Friday.” He waved and then left.

“Rudy!” Alejandro caught up to him in the hallway, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and grinning. “There’s another party tonight, we’re going.”

“You and who?” Rodolfo tilted his head, since he was absolutely not going. He already had plans.

“You.” Alejandro chuckled. “Who else?”

“Val.” Rodolfo shrugged, nudging off his arm. “Not me. I have plans tonight.”

Alejandro frowned. “Ditch them.”

“For a party? Yeah, I’m good.” He shook his head, stopping in front of his class. “Plus, you’re just going to ditch me, again.”

“I didn’t ditch you.” Alejandro frowned.

Rodolfo rolled his eyes. “I’m not going tonight. Find someone else to go with.” He went into the class before Alejandro could stop him, irritated. He always acted like he could tell Rodolfo to do whatever and he’d just do it.

Granted, usually Rodolfo would. But he was looking forward to that night. He really wanted to see the restoration projects. He... really wanted to spend time with Graves.

So much so, in fact, he barely paid attention to his classes. He just skated through them and then he found himself happily on his way to Graves’ office.

When he got there, he nudged the door in, peeking in first. Graves had his back to the door, leaning on his desk. He was on the phone and for once, he didn’t have his jacket on. Instead, it was draped against the back of his desk chair.

Rodolfo flushed, his eyes following the outline of his arms and back. He had to admit, Graves was attractive. He was a little small for an alpha, though still slightly bigger than Rodolfo, but his build was distinctly alpha.

Rodolfo quietly stepped in, closing the door behind him and making sure it made noise. Graves immediately glanced behind him at Rodolfo and then he was half grinning, holding up a finger. He turned back around and continued his conversation. “Yeah, send the pieces over. I’ll receive them tomorrow.”

Rodolfo tilted his head, wondering what he was talking about. He waited near the door, clasping his hands behind his back. He had to admit, he’d dressed up again. Black shorts that went mid thigh, since it was still fairly warm at night. A loose sweater with a button up underneath it.

“Awesome! I’ll be there to sign it off. Thank you, have a good night.” Graves then hung up and turned around. “I’m sorry. That was a confirmation for some documents I’m receiving.”

Rodolfo smiled. “It’s alright, really.” He went a little closer to him. “How are you?”

“Fantastic. We should go now, so we don’t arrive so late. I don’t want to have to fight with the doormen. Oh, quick question. You ever ride on a motorcycle?”

Rodolfo’s eyes went wide and he quickly shook his head. “No...” He flushed.

Graves grinned and he led Rodolfo out to the parking lot, guiding him over to a motorcycle, which was sitting close to the building. It had a backseat area, which made Rodolfo frown and wonder if Graves showed a lot of his students these things.

Why did that make him jealous?

Graves held out a black helmet to Rodolfo. “Safety first, sweetheart.”

Rodolfo flushed at the nickname but accepted the helmet, sliding it on. Graves ended up having to help him and his breath hitched when Graves’ fingertips brushed his neck. But, Graves made no acknowledgement and pulled away. “There. Nice and snug.”

Rodolfo nodded his head. Graves put his own helmet on and then got on the bike, gesturing for Rodolfo to do the same. Rodolfo hesitated, unsure if it was appropriate to be this close to his professor. Well, it was kind of too late to back out, now.

He climbed onto the back of the bike, putting his feet where Graves told him to and then wrapping his arms around Graves, carefully. His heart pounded in his chest from the closeness, but he reminded himself Graves did this all the time. He was just showing him some artifacts.

Graves reached back and pat the side of Rodolfo’s leg and Rodolfo could feel his face flame. He was so grateful for the helmet, since it hid his blush from the world. Especially Graves.

It was a short drive, it felt like. Rodolfo wondered if Graves had sped to get there, but he wasn’t going to question his professor. He got off the bike, his legs a little shaky from the sensation of riding. He stumbled a bit and Graves instinctively touched his hip to catch him, frowning. “Woah. Don’t fall.”

Rodolfo flushed. “I’ll try not to...” He said as he took the helmet off, setting it where Graves pointed.

Graves smiled at him and then gestured for him to follow, which Rodolfo gladly did. “My office is right downstairs.”

Rodolfo nodded and followed him, tilting his head. The museum wasn’t quite closed, yet, but it was clearly about to as most of the lights were off in the already closed exhibits and there were little to no people. He found it oddly peaceful, though the vague outline of large statues was eerie.

He shivered and quickly caught back up to Graves, following him down a short flight of stairs. “I mostly help to identify pieces, but I’ve been working on some restoration projects.” Graves explained as he scanned a card outside of a door labeled “employees only” and then they were walking in.

Rodolfo first noticed how little light there was in the room. He wasn’t surprised, since so many artifacts were light sensitive. It made sense that they’d try to keep the lights off. The second thing he noticed was how little people there were. “I thought there’d be more people.” He admitted.

“No, not usually. A lot of them like to work during the day or even later at night than this.” Graves shook his head, leading Rodolfo to a door and then letting him in. Rodolfo thanked him as he was let in first and he stepped into the office.

It was much bigger than his office on campus, though it was decorated similarly. Rodolfo saw crates in the corner with big “fragile” labels on them. “I thought those were only in movies.” He joked, turning to Graves, who was stepping over to the crates.

“Ha, where did you think movies got it from?” Graves laughed. “There is an air of truth in every lie. Media is no different. Most ideas come from somewhere, right?”

Rodolfo supposed he was. He turned away and continued to look around the office. He smiled at the paintings on the wall, recognizing a couple recreations of famous pieces. Starry Night, the Mona Lisa. He took an interest in a recreation of Sunflowers, stepping up to the painting. He’d always been fascinated by the piece.

“Did you know he painted more than one?” Graves asked, startling Rodolfo.

Rodolfo blinked and turned to him. “Hmm, I guess I didn’t. I didn’t take art history.”

“He did.” Graves came over and stood by him, looking up at the painting. “This particular version is from a paint by numbers kit. Pain in the ass to do, I hate those things.”

“You painted this??” Rodolfo blinked and looked at Graves before turning back to the painting.

Graves laughed. “Yeah. It shows, don’t you think?”

Rodolfo looked over the painting, starting to pick up how almost clinical the paint had been applied. “I wouldn’t know,” he said, anyway, “I’m not an artist. Or a writer for that matter.”

“Neither am I. The museum passed them out.” Graves waved his hand. “I actually still have a couple, since I was the only one willing to take them.”

Rodolfo followed him over to his desk, which was quite large and covered by papers and a few boxes. Small boxes, like jewelry boxes. Graves was looking at one of them and he gestured to Rodolfo, grabbing this weird desk attachment thing that looked like a mirror on a swivel arm. He moved it and put it in front of Rodolfo’s face.

Rodolfo blushed, remembering he’d put the slightest amount of black on his waterline to accentuate his eyes. He turned to the mirror, watching Graves move around him and then he heard movement behind him before Graves was carefully putting a necklace around his neck. It was large and a bit heavy, made with gold and rubies. “It’s beautiful…” He reached up and touched it, liking the way it looked against his dark skin.

He tried not to let his breath hitch as Graves’ fingers brushed against his skin, while he adjusted the necklace.

Graves chuckled. “Just wait.” Rodolfo then watched the alpha grab a book and come over, holding up a painting in it beside the mirror. Rodolfo blinked, shocked to be looking at a picture of a royal who looked uncannily similar to him.

“Oh…” Rodolfo blushed a deep dark red, able to see it in the mirror, and he looked at the painting, recognizing the jewelry piece in it. “We could be twins.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you were a descendant.” Graves chuckled and put the book down. “I saw the resemblance when I received the pieces and the book the other day. He was known for being quite beautiful. An omega, like you.” He then moved the mirror and leaned against the desk. “I can see how people say he was beautiful.”

Rodolfo noted how Graves did not glance down at the book as he said that and instead just kept looking at him and he tried not to think about the way that made his heart flutter, looking down at the book. He turned the page, seeing the jewelry piece had a page dedicated to it. He wasn’t surprised to see that it was made from real gold and real rubies, but then he felt himself pale at the value.

“A million dollars?!” Rodolfo straightened up, immediately. He went stiff, now absolutely terrified to move.

Graves laughed, softly. “Calm down, sweetheart. It’s just a recreation. It’s for an exhibit. The real one is in Spain.” He shook his head. “Well, that one isn’t for the exhibit. I had someone make an extra of it and…” He got another box from the desk, pulling out a matching crown, that Rodolfo also recognized from the book.

He gingerly placed it on Rodolfo’s head and smiled. “The set is only 500 dollars, so don’t worry. There’s earrings, too, if you want them.”

“500 is still more than I think I will ever spend on jewelry.” Rodolfo looked up at the crown, relaxing a little. Admittedly, for his interest in historical jewelry, he didn’t own much of his own. “Wait, want them?”

“Yeah, you can have them.” He gestured to both pieces. “They were practically made for you, regardless.”

Rodolfo felt himself start to blush again and he tried not to show how ridiculously flattered that made him, smiling. “Oh…” He reached up and took off the crown, pulling it down so he could look over it. “It really is beautiful…”

“It suits you.” Graves nodded. “Here, let’s get them both back in their boxes.” He took the crown from Rodolfo and put it in its box before going back around behind him and taking off the necklace before also putting it in its box. He put them both in a brown paper bag with handles. “So no one tries to steal them.” He explained and Rodolfo relaxed, nodding. He also slipped a smaller box in the bag as well. “I have more pieces if you want to see them. Royalty, through the ages, is the exhibit.”

Rodolfo blushed dark. “Yeah, I’d like to see…”

He followed Graves out of the office and to where some mannequins were being dressed up. “You can touch everything, like I said, it’s all recreations. It’s meant to be a touch and feel exhibit.”

Rodolfo ahhed and then touched one of the dresses, feeling over the trim of the bodice. It felt kind of itchy and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand wearing that all day. “It looks so heavy.”

“It was.” Graves nodded. “In the victorian ages, there were quite a few times that omegas would die because they’d walk too close to a fire place and couldn’t get out of their dress, so they’d burn alive.”

“That’s… fucking gruesome.” Rodolfo made a face, unsure he liked that fact. “I’m incredibly grateful to be alive in the modern times, then.” He mumbled and turned back to the dress, backing away from it.

“Hey, Phil!” Both turned to someone who was calling out to them. “It’ll just be you tonight, so just remember to lock up when you and your friend leave!”

“Got it, thanks!” Graves called and waved before turning back to one of the mannequins, appearing to adjust a few things and then sighing, stepping back and putting his hands on his waist. “Well, anyway, welcome to my lair or whatever. This is where I spend most nights when I’m not teaching.”

Rodolfo looked around, smiling. “I like it, but I’m not sure I’d enjoy spending the night here.”

“Oh, I never said I enjoy it.” Graves laughed. “When I first started this kind of work, I was paranoid the statues would come alive and kill me.”

Rodolfo laughed, finding the fear rather silly. “Oh? That’s so sweet!” He tilted his head, seeing Graves almost appear to blush. But, he looked away, looking at a statue in the distance and moving over to it. It was naked, which wasn’t a surprise, but it had a cloth draped over its shoulders and Rodolfo felt in awe of how it almost looked like he could reach up and touch the cloth, and it would move.

He frowned, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket, and he saw a text from Valeria.

Hey, did you come tonight? -Val

No, I didn’t. I had plans.

Oh. Alejandro said that, but I guess I didn’t believe him. Did you guys fight or something? -Val

No, I just didn’t feel like going to another party.

Alright… Well, it’s for the best, he’s pretty drunk, anyway, and I’m on my way. Have fun, whatever you’re doing. -Val

Rodolfo rolled his eyes and made a frustrated sound. God, he just… wanted some time where he wasn’t constantly being reminded about Alejandro and how Alejandro didn’t like him. He put his phone back in his pocket and sighed, turning and seeing Graves was watching him. “Do I have something on me?” He joked, going back over to him.

Graves shook his head. “Why do you let him treat you like that?”

“Well, that wasn’t him that time.” Rodolfo winced. “But… I don’t know. He wanted me to go to this party tonight but… I don’t… really like parties?” He turned to the left, touching the dress on the mannequin again. “I don’t know… We’ve been friends forever. But… ever since we started college, things have been… different.”

“College does that, sadly.” Graves sighed. “It changes things.”

Rodolfo snorted and then blushed dark as Graves touched his chin, making him turn and look at him. He didn’t stop the alpha, not really able to find a good reason as to why he should, and he watched Graves eyes, which had moved to his mouth. “You’re too pretty to let an alpha treat you like that.”

Rodolfo blushed, again, and he melted, parting his lips as Graves’ thumb moved over them. “How would you treat me?” He asked, lowering his voice a little.

Graves chuckled, not moving his hand. “I think I’d have to show, rather than explain.”

“Then show me.” Rodolfo said, growing a little bold. “I’m asking you to show me…”

Graves’ eyes finally moved up to meet Rodolfo’s and then he moved forward, kissing him softly. Rodolfo leaned into it, melting as the scent of whiskey and paper surrounded him, coating his skin. It was sweet and intoxicating, making him dizzy.

When Graves pulled away, he took his jacket off and put it around Rodolfo before having him lay down. Rodolfo just melted at the thoughtfulness in the action, his skin feeling warm and fuzzy. “You’re such a gentleman.” He teased, looking up at Graves.

Graves looked down at him, his expression amused. “Well, I have to take care of a sweet little lady such as yourself.”

Oh. Rodolfo’s stomach clenched and he tried not to think about how hot that made him, distracting himself by sitting up a little so he could pull off his sweater, blushing when Graves helped him and then Graves carefully undid the buttons on his shirt, running his hand down the skin as it was exposed.

Rodolfo shivered as Graves’ slightly cold skin touch his own. He was always warm, likely from the layers he liked to wear, and so the touch was nice. He tilted his head as Graves moved down and started to kiss over the skin on his shoulder, his shirt getting pushed down around his arms.

The sex was slow, sensual, and oh so fantastic. Graves clearly knew what he was doing and while Rodolfo didn’t really, he didn’t have so little experience that he didn’t know how sex was supposed to be. This was definitely how it was supposed to be and more.

So, when Graves had told him that he could rest for a bit, he’d just ignored that his phone was buzzing and Alejandro was on the caller ID, turning his phone off, and dozing off to sleep.

I think I could do a part 2 if anyone wants it, I do have a few ideas.

No taglist for this, since I doubt it's a ship I'm going to get many requests for. If you want a part 2 and you'd like to be tagged if another is posted, reply and I'll tag you.

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lxvvie · 8 months

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Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―

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wxnheart · 11 months

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On today's episode of "My Simpin' Ass Friend Asks Horny Ass Questions": How would the boys react to you putting your hand in their back pocket and copping a feel?

Capt. John Price - Is startled to the point he drops his cigar. Oops. He's a little sheepish about it but it feels good knowing the old man's still got it.

Gaz - It actually didn't register because he was paying attention to something else; it takes you literally squeezing his ass for him to realize it. Jumps slightly. Will also hit you with the side-eye every time you point out how hilarious his expression was when he did it, too.

Ghost - Will sigh in long-suffering. Is just long-suffering in general. This is exactly why he doesn't bend over whenever you're nearby because you're liable to make a comment or two ("Nice ass, Lt."). Has gotten used to it to the point that he gauges your disposition by whether or not you cop a feel that day.

Soap - One of two things. Hits you with one of his signature smirks and steals a kiss or he'll giggle... snort. You are not allowed to talk about the latter. Your uwu golden retriever.

Alejandro - To your surprise, he hits you with that stare. Yeah, that stare. You know, the one where he's gonna give you something you can feel later on that night. Have you walking from side to side the next day *in my Ariana voice*.

Rudy - Actually jumped when you first did it. Tries to crack a joke to take away from the fact that he was caught off guard but all it did was make you laugh harder at him. No, his cheeks aren't red, what the hell are you talking about?

König - König.exe stops working.

Horangi - Does it back. Two can play this game. Caresses your ass; makes love to it with his hand. Leaves you horny and angry after he walks off all triumphant and shit.

Graves - "I've always been blessed, darlin'." This is accompanied by the most sleaziest grin you ever saw. Smug bastard.

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homicidal-slvt · 11 months

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Thoughts on COD men favorite way to cuddle? Personally I believe Soap likes to lay directly on top of his partner, he’s a whore for head scratches. Please any soft headcanons you have for 141+LV would do rn. I just need some soft boys. 🥹

How Do They Cuddle?

COD SFW Head-Canons

Characters: John Price, Johnny Mactavish, Simon Riley, Kyle Garrick, Alex Keller, Gary Sanderson, Nikolai, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Kate Laswell, Valeria Garza, Phillip Graves, König, Farah Karim

Warnings: None- Just Fluff.

John Price

Loves to pull you into his arms in bed and be the big spoon, honestly okay with most cuddle positions.

Will lay on top of you and snuggle but it's typically unintentionally in his sleep- like a weighted blanket that snores and sleep talks.

Will pass out immediately if you rub his shoulders.

Johnny Mactavish

Absolutely adores laying on top of you with his head on your chest, your heartbeat soothes him and lord help him if you scratch his head- he may just drool.

Any and all types of spooning is welcome, will be the little or big spoon.

Hands on you every chance he is given, tugging you close in bed and nearly roasting you because this man is a straight up living furnace.

Simon Riley

Pulls you into his side so you can lay your head on his chest, typically sleeps laying on his back.

Absolutely melts if you press little kisses to the scars on his face, wraps his arms around you so tight that there is no escape.

Not opposed to you spooning him or just wrapping your arms around him from behind.

Kyle Garrick

Does the thing of tucking your head to his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat, will also hum a soft tune to you and murmur the sweetest things as you fall asleep.

Tuck your face into the crook of his neck and you'll hear an audible sigh of happiness, arms slipping around you to pull you impossibly close.

Kiss attack!!! Will randomly pepper kisses all over your face and anywhere else you'll let him- he just can't resist you.

Alex Keller

Absolute puppy energy as he follows you around closer than usual whenever he wants to cuddle, will eagerly pull you to him on the couch or wherever else you two sit down.

Tucks his face into the crook of your neck and purposely tickles you with his facial hair, grins like an idiot when you giggle and push at him.

Is typically the big spoon in bed because he just loves being the one with his arms around you, planting kisses to your shoulders.

Gary Sanderson

Lays on top of you to trap you with his affection, nuzzling and making little hum sounds to express how much he adores you.

Traces shapes and letters along your skin when you two are cuddling in bed, loves tugging you close to his chest and running his hands along your back.

Often pats his lap when he wants you to stop what you're doing and just come sit on him for snuggles for awhile.

Nikolai

Handsy? Handsy. Gentle touches at all times and constant hugs from behind, is so damn cozy though and knows it- pulling you into him every opportunity.

Loves having you lay on top of him like a blanket, mumbling loving words in Russian as he rubs your back.

If you're sitting beside him his arm is wrapped around you, however he much prefers you on his lap so he can hold you even closer.

Alejandro Vargas

Wants you to lay on him. Please lay on him or let him spoon you, he just has to feel you close so he can praise you softly.

Will drag you onto his lap to hold you when he feels you're working too hard, that's enough chores for right now- snuggle time.

Rubs his hands lightly up and down your sides when you two are in bed.

Rodolfo Parra

Literally the absolute sweetest- wants to sit and cuddle you while feeding each other snacks. Wants you on his lap so he can tell you about his day while sticking food in your mouth.

Loves being the little spoon or laying his head on your chest, run your fingertips along his back and he'll hum out in response.

Consistently gives you the coziest hugs and sweet forehead kisses, hands on your waist or lower back.

Kate Laswell

Intense spooning- prefers being the big spoon but will gladly be the little spoon. Loves taking care of you.

Wants you to lean your head on her shoulder when you two are sitting at home watching shows together.

Encourages you to tell her all about your day, pressing a sweet kiss to your head as you drift off in her arms.

Valeria Garza

Holds your hands when you two cuddle in bed because it's romantic, presses kisses to your knuckles as you tell her about your day.

Praises you for whatever you accomplish and also insists that you take plenty of breaks so she can hold you.

Wants to be the big spoon or tuck your head against her chest so she can mumble sweetly in your ear.

Phillip Graves

An absolute menace who unleashes tickle attacks occasionally when you two are cuddling, usually though he just mumbles sweet things against your skin.

Showers you with kisses and groans softly as he eases into bed with you and with a 'c'mere darlin'' starts spooning you- loves being big spoon.

Wants you to lay your head on his chest sometimes as well, feel his breathing and steady heart beat while he rambles about his day.

König

Lay on him please- he craves it so bad to just feel you close like that. Wants to hold you tightly to himself and ramble about how much he loves you.

A giant teddy bear- please let him lay his head on your lap. He'll fall asleep instantly.

Gentle and doting wanting to give you massages constantly- if you return a massage though you will just hear so many soft groans and praises in German.

Farah Karim

Spoon spoon spoon- will be little or big spoon she doesn't care. Just let her tell you how gorgeous/handsome and perfect you are.

Rests her hands on your waist often when you're doing things, especially loves doing it if it makes you flustered.

Lay your head in her lap and she will gladly smile and stroke your hair- you're just so cute.

{This prompt made me so excited I just had to do everyone. LMAO}

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octopiys · 21 days

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Alejandro: I hate verbs in English

Alejandro: I dance

Alejandro: you dance

Rodolfo: si

Alejandro: he dances.

Alejandro: why?

Soap: huh?

Alejandro, pointing at Phillip: is he dancing more than me?

Rodolfo: I don't think so-

Alejandro: six hundred and forty five people dance, and

Alejandro: he dances.

Soap:

Alejandro: how much is this mother fucker dancing?

#call of duty #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #modern warfare 2 #ghostsoap #captain john price #alejandro vargas #alerudy #incorrect quotes #rodolfo parra #phillip graves #philip graves #soapghost #rodolfo x alejandro #alejandro x rodolfo

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skylarsblue · 1 year

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✦I have more C.o.D Quotes✦

Gaz: How’s your head? Y/N: Well, I haven’t had any complaints yet. Gaz: …excuse me? Y/N: Oh uh, I think I’ll live-

-- (Somewhere in Greece with a fuck ton of cats) Ghost, watching Price sneeze every five seconds: What a catastrophe. Gaz: No. Y/N: PFFT- Soap: Stop, no, don’t encourage him. Y/N: Ahem! Right, right. Not funny. Ghost: I am purrfectly capable of being funny. Y/N: *struggling* Gaz: Sometimes I wish you didn’t have a mouth.

-- Just a scene of Y/N taking out a bottle of whiskey, unscrewing they cap, then putting one of those lid caps on. (Like the ones you have on those fancy Gatorades) Taking a huge swig and closing the cap on it as Soap watches in amusement, & Price in fear.

-- Ghost: Quit messing with my hand. Soap: Quit messing with my hair! Y/N: Quit being gay. Gaz: PFFFT Y/N: Both problems solved.

-- Y/N, on the comms: You have thirteen seconds before the building fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe- Ghost: … Y/N: And you green gumball son of a bitch. Gaz: Wha-?! Soap: *WHEEZE* Y/N: You have done nothing but ruin my life; I hope you both die.

-- Soap, Gaz, & Y/N: *cackling* Laswell, losing at poker: I miss my wife, Price. Price: *places down cards* Laswell: I miss my wife.

-- Ghost, overstimulated & a lil drunk: AHHHHHH MY BONES Y/N: *frantically getting headphones* Soap, drunk: *wheeze* Gaz: Ah. I know I should’ve- *dies coughing* Soap: *more wheezing*

-- Graves *kicks in door* WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON TWITTER DOT COM?! Y/N: SUCK IT, BITCH BOY!! Alejandro: *aggressively slapping his leg while silently laughing* Rudy: *pointing and laughing* Valeria, in handcuffs: Ha, dumbass.

-- Graves: Bitch, you are gonna get in this car or I’m popping between ya eyes! Valeria: Hey, I know you. I saw your dick on Twitter! Graves: NOOOOOO Y/N: AHAHA!

-- Graves: C’mon Johnn- Y/N: *chucks a rock at Graves’ head* Graves: OW, WHY?! Y/N: NO JOHNNY FOR YOU! He goes by Soap and we respect that! Graves: Ghost calls him that! Y/N: CAUSE GHOST HAS PERMISSION, you EARN the right to Johnny! And I will be damned if anyone else earns the right before me. I been working my ass off to get the Johnny privilege and you will NOT get it for free! Soap, who’s just been standing there the whole time: *leans to Gaz* Have they actually been taking it that seriously? Gaz: Yeah. They’ve also been working real hard to try and get the right to call Captain “John”. Shoulda seen their face when I said they can call me Kyle. Soap: That’s…really sweet, I’ll give’em permission later. Gaz: Why not now? Soap: I wanna see that bastard get chewed out some more.

-- Y/N, perched on Price’s desk: Captain. Price: *sigh* Y/N: Captain I crave violence.

-- Ghost: Your family line deserves to die with you, only shame it didn’t end before you. Graves: ….I just sat down!

-- Y/N: You’re like…the human incarnation of crumbs in the bed. Graves: Oh c’MON THAT’S REAL MEAN Ghost: It’s true though. Y/N: The kinda crumbs that you keep swiping away but somehow they never leave- Graves: Alright! You know what- Soap: Like getting in bed after going to the beach. Gaz: Sand in the bed, yeah. Feels like that when he talks. Graves: I’M JUST GONNA FUCKIN LEAVE! Y/N: *watches him go* Annnd now the sheets have been changed. Ghost: Clean from filth. Alejandro: You all are so cruel and it’s perhaps the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

-- Gaz: Things Gucci with you? Y/N: It’s Goodwill at best, my guy. Price: I don’t know what this means but I feel like I should be concerned.

-- (Mild NSFW Jokie Time) Gaz: You alright? You been zoned out. Y/N: Hm? Nah I’m good, just having depraved thoughts. Gaz: Depraved, you say? Soap: Oh do tell. Y/N: You just…you ever see someone and think “they have pretty eyes”. And that’s normal. But then the little devil in the back of ya skull goes “yeah they’d look good rolled back”. Or am I just a whore? Gaz: That is depraved. Soap: Got a good point though.

-- Y/N: Ooo! Look! Old pictures of Captain, this one’s dated. You would’ve been…19 in this one. Lemme s-…… Gaz: Lemme see! ….. Price: What? Y/N: …..you were a whore, weren’t you captain? Gaz: That’s the face of an arrogant bastard who fucks regularly. Price: I…might’ve been a bit of a playboy. Y/N: And I would’ve fallen for it you god damn bastard, no ones fACE SHOULD BE THAT NICE!

-- Valeria, painting her nails: I might kill my ex, not the best idea. His new girlfriend’s next- Alejandro: ….. Rudy: ….should I be worried? Alejandro: Move away quietly and pray.

-- Ghost: For the record this is self destructive. Soap, chugging his 5th energy drink in the past hour: For the record, I’m aware of that.

-- MILF!Y/N: Boys. Bed, now. I wanna talk to your captain. Price: No, boys stay. Please stay- Y/N: Go. Price: Stay. The boys: *concern, panic, perhaps a bit of fear* Y/N: Go! Price: Stay! Y/N: You go! Soap: *speed walking* Price: Soap, stay! Y/N: NOW! Gaz: *slowly backing away* Price: Gaz, don’t move! Y/N: YOU GO! Price: SIMON- Ghost: *leaving*

-- Ghost: What was Plan A? Soap: …don’t fuck up. Ghost: And what was Plan B? Gaz: Don’t fuck up Plan A. Ghost: And what did you do? Y/N: …fucked up plan a- Ghost: YOU FUCKED UP PLAN A-

-- Ghost: What’s rule number one? Soap, with dynamite: Party! Ghost: NO! No, not party! No!

-- Graves: How about after this, we get a drink? Y/N: …I would rather gouge out my eyes and blindly navigate a way to turn them into earrings than ever be anywhere alone with you. Soap, grinning: Ooooo brutal! Ghost: Karma.

-- Ghost: Wait…Johnny’s into me? Like…he LIKES me?? Gaz: Oh Si…you poor, sad, dense mother fucker.

-- Ghost: At least nothing of importance was lost. Laswell: …Graves was kidnapped. Ghost: I know. I said what I said. Y/N: Nothing of value was lost but we did shed off some trash! Ghost: Precisely.

-- Ghost: These lights make me wanna pull my eyes out and eat them. Medic!Y/N: *turns lights off in favor of a lamp* …alright, so you’re autistic, good to know.

-- Ghost: Should I get my reading glasses? Y/N: Oh no no, this isn’t an eye test. It’s a GAY test. Now tell me, *holds up picture of Farah & Graves; Price being 1* Number one, or number two? Ghost: Number one?… Y/N: Interesting. *holds up Farah & Soap, Soap being 2* Okay now number one, or number two? Ghost: *gasp* Y/N: Number two, right? Ghost: Maybe I am gay?

-- Waitress: So, I’ve gotta ask, I’m really curious. 141: ? Waitress: Have any of you ever used like…the military language in bed? Soap: Naaaah. Y/N: No, I don’t- PFFFT, I- *wheeze* I’m sorry I’m imagining it- Gaz: *biting back laughs* Y/N: “You gonna come?” Affirmative. *laughs* Soap: *WHEEZE* Gaz: *cackling* Price: Oh lord- Gaz, snickering: Picking up speed. Y/N: COPY- *Laughter x100* The entire team: *giggling like hyenas* Ghost: Uh, that’s a no. I don’t think we’ve done that.

-- Price: *smiles at Soap & Gaz being stupid* Y/N: I like when you smile. Price: …huh? Y/N: Your smile, I like it. Makes your eyes crinkle up and your beard makes you look like a cuddly bear. You should smile more. Price, internally on the verge of tears: *fond sigh* Get back to drills, soldier. Y/N: Yes sir!

-- Ghost: *minding his fucking business* Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: *chokes on air* Pardon? Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: No I-…they’re just brown. Y/N: So? Your eyes don’t have to be blue or green to be pretty. They’re pretty because they’re expressive, and when the sun hits them they look like syrup. I like’em best when we’re all at a bar. They get brighter then. Ghost: Ghost: …stop talking, sergeant. Y/N: Copy that, L.T! <3

-- Gaz: *laughing at something on his phone* Y/N: You have a great laugh. Gaz: Hm? Oh…really? Y/N: Mhm. It’s cute, comes from your chest. I’ve never heard you laugh in anyway that’s not genuine. Really fills the room with joy. Gaz: Dude, you’re gonna make me all soft with words like that. Y/N: All according to plan!

-- Soap: *rambling about something* Y/N: *listening intently* Soap: Then-…ah, I been talkin’ at you this whole time, eh? Should probably quiet down. Y/N: No no, I like your voice! Soap: Eh? Y/N: It’s super energetic and loud, and when you tell a joke or talk about something you love, it’s like you can hear your smile. It’s really fun to listen to. I like when you talk! Soap: *inhale* You’re gonna make me cry- Y/N: I have tissues!

-- König: *fidgeting* Y/N: *takes his hands* You have beautiful hands. König: Wh- Huh?? No they are not. Y/N: They are too! König: Nien, they’re rough and calloused, they break a lot of things… Y/N: They also pet stray cats, make the best coffee on base, and create crotchet works of art. They also mend wounds pretty well. Yeah they fire guns but that doesn’t make them less beautiful. König: *he’s actually crying* …Danke. Y/N: Don’t mention it!

-- Rudy: *rolling his shoulder* Y/N: Anyone ever tell you that you have great shoulders? Rudy: Hm? Oh uh…no, I don’t believe so. Y/N: Well you do! Rudy: Ah, gracias. When I was younger I wanted them to be broader, sometimes now I wish they were more narrow. Can never really be happy with’em, you know? Y/N: Well I think you should be. They’re strong! *gently pats his shoulders* They hold a lot of weight, metaphorically and physically. And even when they’re weighed down, you shoulder it and keep moving. You’re real good at that! I like your shoulders. Rudy, prepared to die for them: …gracias. Y/N: No problem! Now c’mon, the guys are waitin’ for us!

-- Y/N: You have good collarbones. Alejandro: What was that? Y/N: Sorry, I know that’s real specific, but I think your collarbones are pretty. It’s like…the rest of you is bulky and strong, rugged. Then you have these delicate bones. I’m probably being too poetic but it’s like a subtle nod to your gentler side, just, built into your body. Alejandro: …you have a lovely way with words, camarada. Y/N: Thank you! I appreciate that!!

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gothghostiie · 2 months

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decided to hop on the train of porn visuals for the cod men<3 I hope u enjoy

cw: all videos are with fem anatomy!, generally a lot of rough sex, fingering, threesome, slapping, hair pulling, spit, choking, anal, toys

!all links are reddit!

{ looks of the people in the vids have nothing to do with how I see the characters or readers }

Ghost

♡ loves fucking you while you just hold onto him, the way he can feel how much smaller you are than him is driving him insane :(

♡ he loves the taste of u, what can I say

Gaz

♡ gaz doesnt give up control too often but seeing you fuck yourself on his dick is just too tempting:(

♡ who doesn't love a good titjob?

Price

♡ eating like a man starving

Soap

♡ just catching you after your shower before you put clothes on :3

Alejandro

♡ Alejandro has strange ways to motivate you to get up..

♡ thigh riding?? THIGH RIDING??

Rudy

♡ cuddle fucking and just rutting against each other is his favourite thing in the world :(

♡ dont let his sweet personality fool you, if you let him have at you he has no problem with pounding you brutally :(

Graves

♡ graves taking you to his ranch and not being able to keep his hands off you sigh

♡ rewarding you is almost as good as punishing you :3

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sky-is-the-limit · 6 months

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cod men with breeding kink please🙏🙏

𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒚, 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏. (𝒀𝒆𝒔, 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏.) 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔.

𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 '𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂' 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕-𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅.

𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍�� 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒘𝒂��𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

“𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒃 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅. 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂?”

𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌-𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒎, 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆.

“𝑺𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒉𝒖𝒉?”

𝑯𝒆'𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚, 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌.

“𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒕. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑- 𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒕, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌.” 𝑯𝒆'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑, 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅, 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆.

𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓

“𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌- 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.” 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎. “𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.”

“𝒀𝒆𝒔-𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌- 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆,𝑺𝒊.” 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔, 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑, 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆-𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕.

#cod #call of duty #cod smut #cod x reader #cod x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost smut #simon riley smut #ghost x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves smut #phillip graves x reader #rodolfo parra #141 x reader #captain price smut

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writer-of-various · 8 months

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ɪ'ʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʀᴜᴅʏ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪ : ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ʟɪᴠᴇ

"We used all types of methods to break the subject. Waterboarding, dissociation, trauma, interrogation, you name it, we did it. [Redacted] found something, an American form of brainwashing that is similar to Russian sleeper agents. MK Ultra."

– Russell, A.

February 15, 2023

1245

"Fuck!" Rudy screams as another shock of electricity pierces through him, his arms twitching against the metal restraints holding him down. He breathes heavily, glaring weakly at the Shadows surrounding him, bracing himself when the object of his torture nears his right thigh when the metal door slams open and Graves walks in, his eyes narrowed before he nods at his men and they start packing up their "interrogation" equipment. Rudy lets himself relax against the metal bed, his body feeling like it is melting and he is so tired but he watches wearily as Graves walks over to him and crosses his arms over his chest.

"You gonna talk now, Rudy?" Graves questions, and Rudy feels disgusted at how the man says his name. 'Rudy' is only for his closest and most trusted friends to call him, Alejandro was the first and has been addressing him since. Graves did call him that when they worked together, when they spent nights together, but the man lost all his trust and love, he lost that privilege.

"Don't call me that, pendejo." He growls out, barely flinching when the slap comes, but the effects of it still struck him like all the other times he's been backhanded and punched.

"I've tried a lot of things in only what, over 5 days? You are loyal, I'll give you that, Rudy, but you're loyal to the wrong people, darling. So, I'm going to ask you one more time before I cross a line that we can never step back over. Are you going to talk?" Graves looks at Rudy, sky blue meeting mocha brown, and Rudy hopes he's hiding the fear that's crawling up his spine well.

"You can fucking do anything, Graves, but I won't talk. You passed the line of ethical and unethical when you touched me in the wrong places. You're a dead motherfucker when I get out." Rudy hisses, and Graves sighs, shaking his head and stepping away from Rudy, his eyes sad and...was that guilt? The fear grew into panic and Rudy watched with wide eyes as Graves made a gesture and two Shadows left for a brief moment before stepping back inside, wheeling in a cart full of strange instruments but one thing stuck out like a sore thumb: a syringe filled with some sort of tanish colored liquid. Graves slipped on a pair of medical gloves, grabbing the syringe and putting on a long and sharp needle that had Rudy reeling back.

"Wh-what the fuck is that? Graves? Graves! Phillip–" Rudy starts screaming as the needle pierces through his arm, barely noticing the Shadows setting up an IV bag and another Shadow bringing in a medical bag and AED. One particular Shadow stood by Graves' side, holding up a stack of papers paperclipped together, his eyes watching as Rudy failed around before his movements grew languid and weak, his pupils dilating and skin going pale.

"You sure this is going to work, boss?" The Shadow asks, and Graves nods, his stare turning hard.

"It worked on someone before." Was all he said before getting to work.

Rudy woke with a start, blinking rapidly as he looked around the room, trying to take in his surroundings. A loud explosion startles him, forcing him to quickly scramble to his feet, and that's when he notices the debris and bullet shells and everything around him that screams war.

"Rook, there you are!" A voice with a southern accent calls out and Rudy looks over, seeing a familiar man with light brown hair and bright blue eyes. "You alright, darling? Those fuckers didn't hurt you too bad, right?"

Rudy looks down at his body, seeing a black uniform on him, no visible injuries or any pain so he shakes his head, looking back up at the man. Phillip Graves, his mind supplies helpfully and he bites his bottom lip.

"Graves?" He whispers, wincing at how his voice cracked and the man smiles at him, something soft and soothing.

"I'm here, Rudy. I'm here. Come on, we have a job to do." With those words, white flashes against Rudy's vision and he screams at the intensity of it, his head pounding and he tries blocking his eyes but couldn't. It didn't last long though, the light faded and when he opened his eyes (were they closed this whole time?) he saw that he was in a dimly lit room, looking down and seeing he was shirtless and had bruises and cuts littering all over his fair skin. A large metal blue door opens and a tall man walks in, dark brown hair swept back and dark brown eyes narrowing on him, sending shivers down his spine.

"Rudy, why are you making me hurt you? Why can't you just tell me where those filthy gringos are?" Alejandro Vargas (what, how did he know this man's name?) growls out, and Rudy flinches when a hand lands on his shoulder, slowly sliding down his chest and the touch itself makes his stomach churn in disgust.

"You're a monster, Ale" Rudy whispers, and the dark gleam in Alejandro's eyes, the way his lips curled up in a sick smile, should have been warning signs for what is to come. He knew he had to have trusted Alejandro Vargas at one point, but now these memories flashed through his mind, these fragments he wanted gone now showing up in big pictures. Alejandro touched him, in ways that broke Rudy and his dignity.

But Phillip Graves returns, he slammed through that blue metal door and forced Alejandro off of him, the searing pain that came forcing a cry out of Rudy, who breathes heavily and is oblivious to the waterfall of tears trailing down his face. Graves, after knocking out the colonel cold, came to his rescue, cutting the restraints and lifting him up, throwing his jacket over him.

"I got you, Rook. I got you. We have a job to do." The flashing light came back, and Rudy let it wash over him this time, his eyelids squeezing shut, but this time he felt everything around him. The coldness affects his temperature, the hands on his body, and the exclaims over his head. He reopened his eyes, finding himself in what looked like a hospital room, his eyes darting everywhere before landing on the man standing beside his bed. Graves.

"Hey Rook, you okay?" Graves asks softly, and Rudy nods, confusion written across his face. He looks out the window, the curtain pulled back to allow the daylight to shine through, before returning his gaze back to Graves, eyebrows pinched together.

"Where am I?" He questions, watching as Graves looked at him with some sort of intensity before smiling, standing up and moving over to release the leather cuffs holding Rudy down.

"Infirmary. You got hurt on a mission, doctors say it could have been a bad concussion that made you act up. You tried hurting yourself so we had to restrain you for safety, I didn't like it but I couldn't bear to see you hurt yourself." Graves answers, voice full of honesty and Rudy nods.

"I...I can't remember anything. Just you, I think." He says sheepishly and Graves' head snaps up quick, blue eyes searching his own before his lips turned down in a frown.

"You were hit on your temple with a heavy gun, then beaten by the enemy. Head injury, they said you might wake up with slight amnesia and to just watch you closely. Don't worry, darling, I'll help you get that smart brain working again." Graves says, helping Rudy sit up in the hospital bed. Rudy mumbles a quiet thanks, trying to stand but his legs felt so shaky he would have fell if not for Graves catching him in time.

"Am...am I not going to be able to work?" Rudy asks, feeling relieved when Graves shakes his head, a reassuring smile replacing that frown.

"You should be back on the field in less than a month, but for now it's bed rest and light paperwork. We are keeping low for a bit anyways, we barely escaped the last mission. We have a safehouse near the base, my trusted men are waiting there for us." Graves turns around and goes over to the table at the end of the end, grabbing a clear plastic bag and handing it to Rudy. "These are your clothes, I washed them for you. Get ready and we'll head out."

Rudy nods, letting the man help him to the bathroom before shutting the door, inspecting his reflection in the mirror. He tries to recall any memories but everything is blurry or seemingly nonexistent, and he knows he can trust Graves to help him regain those memories. As he removes the hospital gown and begins putting on his own clothes, he tries naming the basic stuff. His name?

...What is his name? Graves calls him Rudy, and in his dreams he also called him Rook. But his legal name? He can guess for some first names, but anything else is blacked out. Okay, birth date, or age? Still nothing. Family, friends? Nope.

Rudy growls out in frustration, slamming his hands down on the counter, trying to blink away the pressure building up behind his eyelids. With shaky hands, he opens the bathroom door and walks out, smiling at the sight of Graves waiting for him. He can assume he and Graves were a thing, with his dreams and how the man calls his darling. Unless nothing happened between them and he's overthinking, any memories he has had have been swiped away, taken away ruthlessly, leaving him a shell of who he used to be.

"Come on, let's go home." Graves wraps a strong arm around his waist and they walk out together.

The ride to the safehouse was quiet, something Rudy bathed in as he pondered over millions of unanswered questions going through his head, his fingers fidgeting with one another in a coping manner. Graves watched him from the corner of his eye, his lips twitching as he wanted to grin so badly at his accomplishment, but he kept his cool, he threw on the stoic expression and ran through the notes he embedded in his memory.

"Are you hungry? I can text of the guys and have them make you something." Graves finally speaks, breaking Rudy out of his inner turmoil. The younger man hesitantly nods, forcing his fingers to stop moving and rest on his thighs, a small smile making its way on his face.

"Yeah, that's fine. Graves?" He turns slightly in his seat, his face heating up when the man gives a small hum. "I...I know this is going to sound weird but...are we together? Like, are we a couple?"

Graves looks over at him and smiles, something charming and definitely made Rudy's blush darken. "We are. We've been together for four years now, I saved you from an asshole."

"Alejandro Vargas?" Rudy says it like a question, almost flinching when Graves stops the car and turns to look at him in his seat.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Graves gives him a look, something dark in his bright eyes, and Rudy takes a deep breath.

"I, I think I was having flashbacks when I was asleep. I dreamt of waking up in some sort of battlefield, you were there, saying something about me being okay and if the enemy got me. Then it changed, I was...I was restrained and Alejandro walked in this room, saying some weird things. He..." Rudy paused, hands starting to shake again as the memory plays in his mind, those rough hands gripping his hips, his cries falling on ignorant ears as the man thrusted inside of him, no prep or care– but Rudy doesn't want to call it what it is.

"Colonel Vargas is a bad man, Rudy. He doesn't give a shit about his unit or you. We worked with you when you were his second in command, we did some joint work due to a cartel problem. I noticed the way he strung you around like a puppet, you had no freedom and you looked so afraid. I recruited you to become my international SIC, he grew mad and it's when he found out he was working for the cartel that whole time. He locked you up somewhere and I refused to leave, I knew I had to help you escape. I'm happy I did, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me." Graves leans forward and kisses him, Rudy's eyes widening before he returns it shyly, his lips moving a bit inexperienced but Graves didn't mind. He just knew everything was going just how he wanted. Just how the notes said it would go.

"We should get home soon, I want you to eat a meal and get some more rest." Graves says at last, restarting the car and continuing to drive. Rudy stares out the window, getting lost in his thoughts. It's not long before Graves pulls up in a driveway, parking the car and getting out, looking over to Rudy and seeing he was in a trance. With a sigh, he walks to the passenger side and opens the door, gently shaking Rudy, smiling when the younger man looks at him and nods, getting out of the car.

"Welcome home, Rudy." Graves says, guiding him inside the house, and Rudy is amazed with what he sees. There were a handful of soldiers walking around, some talking loudly and others sitting on a couch and cleaning their weapons. Rudy follows Graves further inside the house, going up the stairs to the second floor and seeing a bunch of rooms. "Since I have to keep a close eye on you, we'll be sharing a room for now."

"Oh, okay" Rudy says softly, about to step into the room when a sudden headache hits him. It pounded against his head, his vision going blurry and nausea made his stomach churn uncomfortably and his mouth to water. "Graves..." He mumbles, stumbling forward and Graves catches him, eyes wide as he drags him to the king sized bed and lays him on it.

"Oz, Mila!" He shouts, listening to the incoherent mumbling of Rudy, his heart pounding hard as the smaller man begins to seize. Mila runs in, Oz right behind her carrying a bag and they storm over, the man opening the bag and grabbing a syringe.

"Jesus Christ. Sir, I don't think this is a good idea" Mila's voice is shaky as she watches with wide eyes as Oz hands the syringe over to Graves who injects the substance into Rudy. The seizing stopped and two medics ran in, checking his vitals and nodding at Graves when they deemed he was stable. Oz packs up the supplies and Graves turns to her, his features morphed into a sharp glare.

"You're a Shadow, Mila. This is for our, and his, own good." Is all he says before ushering them out, slamming his door shut and Mila's brow furrowed together. None of this was normal, and as she walks off to find Oz, an uneasy feeling sits in her gut. Who the hell is Rudy, and why did her commander seem so obsessed with the man?

4 hours later

"Good morning, sweetheart" Graves sings when Rudy regains consciousness, those beautiful mocha brown eyes meeting his, that same look of confusion written across his soft face.

"Graves? ¿Qué pasó?" Rudy slurs out and Graves curses mentally, looking around the room for his bag and moving to grab it. He unzips it and takes out a folder, flipping it open and glancing through the notes in there, finding the one he wanted and sighing in disappointment.

"Rook, look at me." He orders, voice turning hard and Rudy sits up, looking at him with some naivety it did something to Graves' body. "No more Spanish, you left that culture behind. You work for me, remember? English only."

Rudy nods, dazed but he understands what his commander is asking of him. "Yes. What happened?"

"You knocked out, I guess you still have a while to recover. It's fine, babe, you'll be up and running in time." Graves says with a fake grin, throwing the folder on his desk and walking over to Rudy. He caresses the drugged man's face, sliding his thumb into his mouth and feeling around the wet heat. He pushes Rudy back against the bed, removing that signature grey hoodie and the shirt underneath it, easily slapping away Rudy's hands that tried pushing him off. He moves fast, undressing both of them, leaning over to open the upper drawer of his nightstand and grabbing the small bottle of lube he has. He squirts some on his fingers, lathering it around before placing them in front of Rudy's entrance, sliding the first digit in. Rudy whines, something full of discomfort and pain, and Graves grunts.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight and wet and I barely fucking touched you." Graves taunts, sliding another finger in and scissoring the sergeant major, smiling when the other's body began to react to the pleasure. Rudy hums, small mewls leaving his plump lips and Graves leans down to capture them in a passionate kiss. He groans into the kiss, thrusting his fingers in and out, not caring that the pleasure Rudy felt began to turn into a dull pain, his lips parting as he starts whimpering in pain.

"G-graves...it hurts" He mumbles, but the commander ignores him, sliding his fingers out and replacing it with his hard dick. He slams in, no mercy or care, simply taking Rudy for his own pleasure. The screams Rudy let out were twisted in his mind, he believed it was all pleasure and lust but Rudy's drugged and destroyed mind began to feel confused and scared. "Graves, stop!"

The slap that came startles him into submission, tears falling from his eyes and Graves halts his movements and glares down at him.

"I know you are confused, Rudy, but you are mine. I will fuck you whenever I want to, I will touch you whenever I want to, you are my sweet lover and you will obey me!" Graves growls and Rudy nods rapidly, too scared to ask a question. Graves seems content with this and continues, Rudy laying there and taking it. He bites his bottom lip so his pained noises don't escape, afraid the older man wouldn't want him to talk. Graves let it slide for now, coming and sliding out of Rudy, heading off to his bathroom to shower.

Rudy continues to lay there, quietly sobbing as his body aches and feels so weird. But no anger was appointed to Graves. He was angry at himself for not being a good boyfriend, for being so broken.

How could Graves still love him when he forgot who he is?

#rook is rudy's alias #phillip graves x rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra #phillip graves #call of duty #writer of various' works #cod modern warfare #all warnings are on ao3 #violence/psychological torture/noncon

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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The Professor Graves thing has been put in the tag list form as “Teacher’s Pet” and the tag is now “Teacher’s Pet COD Fic”

Here is the link to the taglist form

#teacher's pet cod fic #call of duty #rodolfo parra #phillip graves x rodolfo parra #phillip graves

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lxvvie · 7 months

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Heyyyy, I'd just had this cool idea, where reader pranks the COD members by getting all glam and dressed up and ask them if they forgot date night and reader pretends to upset with them for forgetting.

*clears throat dramatically.*

Capt. John Price - Clears his throat and talks you down as only Price can and promises he'll make it up to you. Meanwhile, he's trying to figure out the last time y'all even made plans for a date night.

Gaz - Pretends not to know what you're talking about; may or may not be shitting bricks internally. Hits you with the "Er... sorry?"

Alex Keller - Is actually shitting bricks internally. Transforms into Smooth Operator Keller™ to mitigate the damage. "Lookin' good, boss."

Soap - Panics in Golden Retriever. Promises to make it up to you. Is also turned on because you look fuckin' amazing. Wanna have make-up sex or something?

Ghost - Calls your bluff; oh, the bastard would've remembered an upcoming date night. He thinks. You look amazing, though. Real amazing from the way he's eyeing you up and down. Yeah, like hell he's gonna let someone else lay eyes on you. You're all fuckin' his.

Alejandro - The one who reminds you that date night is actually tomorrow night.

Rudy - Jokes on you because tonight was actually supposed to be date night and it seems like you both forgot. Whoops.

König - König.exe short circuits and he. is. DEVASTATED. You're actually the one who has to reassure him that it was only a prank. Oh. Good. He actually does take you out afterward, though.

Horangi - An awkward silence persists before he tells you to sit on his face lmao.

Graves - Is nonplussed by your being upset but not by your obvious good looks. "Wanna go out then, darlin'? Show 'em what they're missing when they see you all dolled up for me?"

Valeria - Calls your bluff and then calls YOU out for missing date nights as well. Oh, shit—

Roach - Wait, what date night?

Keegan - Uh... makes up some bullshit excuse to make himself scarce until you calm down.

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bucketyd · 6 months

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⚠️ minor MW3 spoiler

Alejandro and Rudy comfy in Las Almas seeing Graves on TV be like

#Graves needs to be PUNISHED #Thoroughly #alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra #alerudy #alejandro x rodolfo #rodolfo parra #call of duty #cod mw3 #cod mw2 #phillip graves

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Hugging HCs

TF141, los Vaqueros, Valeria, Graves, Alex, Farah, Laswell and Nikolai and what I imagine they hug like. It's just pure fluff, I'm not sure it needs and TWs. If it does, please just tell me, though, I'm more than happy to add them.

Price: People have said it before, but he gives dad hugs. They’re not overly long usually, unless you’re feeling down. Has a habit of rubbing and/or patting your back. While they may be somewhat tight, he does loosen up a bit when he hears the air leaving your lungs. If you’re particularly close, like his significant other, he might sway a bit. He’s fairly warm too. Not straight up a human furnace, but definitely warm enough to warm you up a bit. When he lets go, he usually holds you by your shoulders or arms for another second or two, giving you a smile, before ultimately letting you go.

Gaz: When it comes to hugs he’s a bit more on the gentle side. He could knock the air out of your lungs too, if he wanted to, but he usually doesn’t. It’s not too uncommon to receive one from him, especially if you’re good friends, there’s no shame in it to him, sometimes all you need is some comfort. If it’s a hug just so, there’s a chance he’s gonna talk a bit, asking you if you’re alright at first before joking around a bit. He’ll try to bury his face in your shoulder, even if he has to lean down a bit for it. Gaz might not be the warmest person to hug but he’ll give you one whenever you ask. Sometimes you don’t even need to ask for it, his intuition is pretty good, so he can usually tell when you need one.

Ghost: His hugs are special in that they are very rare. If you really want one from him you’ll have to be very close. However, due to his stature, it’s likely that he is taller than you are. Either way, he won’t really lean down, but he will put a hand on the back of your head. Duration wise, they’re usually a bit on the longer side, if he gives them out on his own. Ghost will only really do so once you’re down in the dumps and he knows physical affection helps with comforting you. Doesn’t really talk, he hopes that he can, if nothing else, make you feel safe and calm you down. He is warm, almost like a furnace.

Soap: If you’re hugging for celebratory reasons or as a greeting, he will try to squeeze you as much as he can. It is on purpose, he wants to show you how strong he is. However, Soap will be more gentle if you ask him to, he doesn’t want to break your ribs. If you’re in need of a comforting hug, he will tone it down greatly. He is more inclined towards side hugs, but won’t shy away from a proper one either. Like Gaz’, his intuition is pretty good, so you usually won’t need to ask for a hug, he’ll just give it to you. Also a talker, unless he’s tired, in which case he’ll talk fairly little. Runs the hottest out of the TF141, making him a wonderful substitute for a heater during winter.

Alejandro: Open to hugs, but maybe more so in private than in public, unless tragedy has struck and he’s just glad you’re alive. If you’re shorter than him he will put a hand to the back of your head and pull you towards his shoulder, if you’re taller than him he will rest his head against yours, maybe burying his face in the crook of your neck. He usually goes quiet when hugging you, simply wanting to feel your warmth. He hugs a bit longer than usual, he does enjoy the physical closeness with his loved ones. Somewhat warm, somewhat tight hugs, latter does sort of depend on how tired he is. When more tired, his hugs will be a bit more loose.

Rodolfo: Loves hugs, is afraid to ask for them, however. Him and Alejandro do hug occasionally, but it isn’t always enough to satisfy his need for them. He’s usually rather gentle when it comes to hugs, regardless of whether or not you’re taller and stronger than him. He doesn’t need to prove anything, he just wants to make you feel better. Does talk, but just a bit. Whenever you hug him he’ll be concerned as hugs, to him, are usually something you ask for when you need comfort, and ask you if you’re alright and what he can do for you. He rarely initiates hugs, regardless of how much he needs one. Warmer than Alejandro, but his hugs aren’t as long.

Valeria: Good luck receiving one. Rarely gives them out, doesn’t feel too much sentiment for them either. Absolutely none in public, it’s a maybe in private. If she’s a bit tired she’s more inclined to say yes, but if she’s too tired she might be a bit hypervigilant. It takes her a great amount of trust to let anyone closer to her than she needs to. If you ask for one and you’re very close, she will mock you a bit, but will wrap her arms around you regardless of how you reply, whether you quip back or look like a kicked puppy. Running a cartel is rather tiring, so she might close her eyes for a bit, making the hug last just a bit longer. She needs some rest, but she doesn’t want to admit it. Her hugs are not very tight because she usually hugs you when tired, but don’t be fooled, she could absolutely crush you. About average warmth.

Graves: Very physically affectionate, actually. When you’re close enough he has no qualms whatsoever about pulling you into a hug. Greeting, celebratory, comfort, anything goes. If you’re not sad he’ll give you a smug grin. Some hugs will be tighter than others, he needs to show you just how strong he is, how well he could protect you if it came down to it. He’s a commander, so naturally he does so. Gives you lots and lots of praise when he does hold you. Whenever he needs a hug he’ll play it off as you seeming like you needed one, won’t even admit to himself that sometimes it’s just nice to be held. Even if you are taller than him, he will always try to be the bigger person and make you a bit smaller. He’s just prideful like that. A little bit colder than average, but not by much.

Alex: If he really likes you then he’s more than happy to give you a hug, but he also really like receiving them. Will lean down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, even if you’re quite a bit shorter than him. Not above outright asking you for one either. If he knows he has no danger to fear he will close his eyes every single time. While hugs do make him the slightest bit giddy, he tries to hide it. If he actually tried just the tiniest bit harder he could succeed, but he doesn’t really want to either. It’s sort of cute how happy they make him. If you’re on the shorter side he will be more gentle than if you were taller, but it’s all subconscious. Either way he’s far from crushing you. Hugs often and for as long as he can. Only a bit warmer than average, but his gentle enthusiasm makes up for it.

Farah: Does want hugs from time to time, but pushes that wish down. She’s a commander, she doesn’t have time for that. Is willing to give hugs to the people closest to her, though. Not very often, but she’ll do it. Comforting you that way makes her feel strong, especially when she can tuck your head under her chin. If you’re scared, she’ll hum a small melody to you, even if she doesn’t remember where she knows it from. The duration is entirely dependent on how much time she has, whether or not you’re interrupted, but she, without fail, will give you comforting words. Will cradle your face in her hands afterwards if she can. While there’s a chance she might obstruct your attempts at giving her a hug, she might accept if she’s feeling especially down. Yes, she’s used to working under extreme pressure, but she needs it too. Please reassure her that she, too, deserves a hug, it means a lot to her. Her hugs are fairly tight, she is afraid of losing you. Pretty warm, too.

Laswell: Doesn’t give them out very often, but she doesn’t mind either. Again, you need to be close to her. Anyone is an open book to her, she can read people just that well because of her occupation. If you need a hug, she’ll know immediately. She doesn’t hug for too long, but she makes sure you’re feeling better by the end of it. Solution oriented, she’ll ask you what’s wrong and already try to come up with everything she can do to help. If it’s just consolation you need, I can assure you that she’s one of the best people you can go to, she’s very good with words. Stern, yes, but she means well. She may be neutral to hugs, but she will respect if you do like them and give you some from time to time. Does love the feeling of you relaxing against her. Her hugs aren’t too tight, and she isn’t too warm, about average, but the timing is impeccable.

Nikolai: Down for any kind of hug, in all honesty. Ask and ye shall receive. Is very open to them, kind of likes them as well. It’s a nice change of pace for once, something gentle and warm, it’s different from what you can usually expect in Russia. The duration is variable, it’s really up to you. Hell, if there’s nowhere he needs to be you can hug it out for hours as well. Long hugs like that are reserved for private only, but shorter ones are a-okay for public. He’s confident enough that he can protect you. Besides, who would take it up with the leader of Chimera anyway? Like Price, he’ll rub your back, holding you fairly tight. Nikolai is also rather warm, not on the same level as Soap, but it gets fairly close. Fairly talkative, he’s willing to have a full conversation while you’re in each other’s arms

#cod #cod x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #valeria garza x reader #phillip graves x reader #alex keller x reader #farah karim x reader #kate laswell x reader #nikolai x reader #cod nikolai x reader

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buckysmith · 1 year

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You’re clumsy

Mw2/CoD Headcanons

Warnings: mention of injuries and in accidentally hurting yourself , a bit fluffy

Includes

Ghost, soap, price, Rudy, Alejandro, Valeria, König, laswell Gus and Makarov

Ghost:

- it's certainly not the first time you've fallen flat on your face in front of him, and he's sure it won't be the last either

- you two were walking holding hands and there was a pleasant silence between you

- he let go of your hand for a moment to answer his cell phone which was vibrating, excused himself and walked a little away from you

- you wanted to take advantage of the time and get you both an ice cream, because first of all it was warm and secondly, who had anything against ice cream on a hot day?

- the moment he hung up he looked at you and saw you walking towards him with two ice cream corns in your hands and his only thought was . >>hopefully you won't fall now<<

- and it was as if he had sensed it you tripped over your own feet and the ice came flying towards him

- it was the moment where he stared at the ice that was now on the ground before he walked over to you and knelt down to you

- he couldn't help but grin a little though

- but that changed when he saw that you had scraped your knees.

- only a sigh escaped him when he looked into your eyes and saw that your knees hurt

- your way home was quite fast and when you arrived home he first cleaned your wound and then bandaged it before he made himself comfortable with you on the sofa to firstly make sure that you wouldn't hurt yourself again and secondly to make sure that you wouldn't break him or your apartment by your clumsiness

- do not worry, you still came to your ice cream

Soap:

- he himself is not necessarily a man who is pursued by luck, at least not in private.

- he rides motorcross with his brothers and friends? It's actually a hundred percent certain that he'll hit the only tree in a hundred miles.

- he thought he was clumsy, but after he met you he was sure he was harmless unlike you

- there wasn't a day you didn't hurt yourself unintentionally

- you missed a step and fell down the stairs, once again

- you had cut your own finger while cutting vegetables

- or you touched something from the hot oven.

- Soap wasn't sure from then on whether you were just clumsy or cursed

- because of you he never had any bandages at home because they were always needed by you

- he really loved you, but he was sure you were the reason he would have a heart attack someday

Price :

- he had already made his house baby safe, hoping you would hurt yourself less, but somehow you still managed to do it

- he found you on a ladder trying to change a light bulb and the moment he saw you and you saw him it was like someone kicked you off the ladder

- out of the blue the ladder collapsed and Price tried to catch you

- he succeeded but now he was sure he needed a new back and discs

- the problem was your clumsiness hurt not only you but him as well

- once a hot frying pan slipped out of your hand and fell on his foot

- you twisted your ankle on a hiking trail and pushed him to keep your balance, so he fell six feet and landed in mud.

- the list went on

- he also had half a pharmacy at home because of you

- he really loved you, but he was getting really scared that you were trying to kill him

Alejandro

- he just looked at you, no emotion was in his face and inside he wondered how unlucky he had been

- it was Rudy who pulled him out of his stupor and offered him a towel, while you just looked at him shocked as if it wasn't your fault that he was now standing completely wet in front of his base

- he took the towel from Rudy's hand without breaking eye contact before his eyebrow twitched and you started running away from him

- he didn't even have to run after you extremely fast because only after a few seconds you tripped over your feet and you fell down

- it was the moment he saw your wounds that he threw his revenge plan in the garbage to take care of you

- he tried to calm you down in spanish, while he took care of your wounds

- but he didn't miss the chance to swear in spanish as well

- after all he was completely soaked and already left a puddle under himself

- he could not be angry with you, but he was sure that the next time you try to water flowers he will be far away from you

- and that from now on he would take change clothes with him...

Rudy:

- You tried to help your husband

- and he knew the danger how clumsy you are and still he allowed you to help him sort the files

- you were almost done, when you somehow got caught with your sleeve on one of the thousand folders and threw them all on the floor, which with your luck also opened and all the sheets spread across the room

- and as if that wasn't bad enough you also cut yourself on one of the sheets

- and then again

- and again

- and in the end you had more little wounds than you could count

- and he was out of band-aids

- well the whole headquarters was out of band-aids

Graves:

- he thinks it's absolutely cute how clumsy you are, it makes him feel so strong right away because he can help you then

- he might have some problems yk

- but he only thinks it's cute when you trip and hold on to him and blush in shame

- but as soon as you hurt yourself he thinks about taking you to a safe place where you can't hurt yourself

- while he's bandaging you he says how brave you are and how proud he is of you

- for him it is nothing new, but still he never gets used to your clumsiness

König

- König himself was not necessarily the most skillful person living on earth

- he was military and also in an elite unit but in private nothing was safe from him

- as often as he ran by his size against a door frame or unintentionally knocked something over because it was not in his vision

- but together with you it was a disaster at your home

- you could actually go to Walmart, Target or Ikea every week to replace something in your apartment because it was broken

- you both had new bruises, wounds or other injuries all the time

- so it was nothing new for him that you hurt yourself cutting potatoes and he took care of your finger like a pro

- you joked so often about how he had to take care of you that maybe he shouldn't become a medic.

Valeria

- if she could she would wrap you up in cotton and let you live in a rubber cell where you can't hurt yourself

- she's so tired of your clumsiness that sometimes it hurts her even to see you in pain

- besides, you often manage to hurt not only yourself but also the people around you

- you trip on the stairs and take Valeria down with you?

- happened more than once

- you twist your ankle and accidentally hit Diego?

- also happened already

- a flowerpot falls out of your hand while you were standing on the balcony and hit one of Valeria's people?

- also already happened

- she is now used to you coming into her office and showing her a new wound so she just sighs and prays to god you don't kill yourself unintentionally

- or someone else

Laswell

- she can hear a knock on your door and already knows you've hurt yourself again

- her office at your home is now half a hospital ward as often as she has to fix you up

- she's incredibly glad you're not in the military, because even though she loves you to death, she knows you wouldn't last even five minutes in combat...

- or you'd accidentally kill someone of ur own in the first five minutes....

- When you first met Captain Price and his boys, Soap took you to the firing range while Kate talked to Price.

- by the end of the nice little talk they had your gun had slipped out of your hand while u shot and you had managed to broke Soap's nose while breaking your own index finger.

- That was the deciding factor for Kate to keep you away from weapons of any kind.

- She prefers you alive.

- and she doesn't want 141 to die cause of you ...

Gus

- he is sure that an evil spirit or something like that must be haunting you with how unlucky and how clumsy you are

- he loves you but he is permanently worried about you, especially when he is not at home and can keep an eye on himself

- of course you are never alone because his whole family lives where you live but it's just not the same

- they can't protect you like he can and he knows that too

- because of you he even has a little first aid kit in every room, cause you already hurt yourself in the most unbelievable ways

- it was especially funny when you fell down the stairs and with him

- he was the one who broke his arm while you landed softly on top of him

- so for him it's nothing new, but he's still afraid that you'll die one day because of your clumsiness.

Makarov:

- he is so done with you

- he is one of the most dangerous men

- one who has survived thanks to his intelligence and skill

- and then there was you in his life

- you were by far the only person he cared about and then you of all people had to be so clumsy and hurt yourself all the time

- he had even moved his guns out of your reach because of you so you wouldn't accidentally shoot his ass again

- he had asked you to bring him a gun while he was standing at the table and going through the plans of the next attack

- the gun fell out of your hand and you released the trigger, and shot him in the ass

- he was so pissed and it took him a lot not to scream at you

- he liked how you cared for him afterwards tho…. He might consider to give u a gun again just so he can have all your attention to himself

- and because he loves your guilty filled eyes

- he’s an bastard

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ohworm-writes · 5 months

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「✰」 ━━ CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE CHARACTER FAMILY OUTLINES

RATING PG-13 - Parents strongly cautioned [ Content warnings : references to sex, references to breeding kinks, heavy fluff, children, both pregnancy and adoption scenarios, toxic family relationship dynamics, minimal cursing, brief mention of Ghost and Farah's traumas, brief mention of transphobia and homophobia ]

SYNOPSIS In my opinion, what having a family with an assortment of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare characters would look like, be it how many kids they would have, their reasonings for having kids, their relationships with their kids, et cetera.

WORD COUNT 6.8k

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

Three sons and one daughter - ages ten, seven, five, and one

I'm certain we're all more than aware of this man's painfully obvious and present breeding kink, so it's no surprise to anyone that he would want to have a lot of children to call his own. He won't just be satisfied with one or two children - he's always wanted to have a full, bustling home, and he'll be damned if he doesn't try to make that a reality.

Every child of his is planned, both in pregnancy and adoption scenarios. He meticulously calculates and works to space each child out a certain range and number of years apart from one another in an effort to give himself extended experience with each developmental stage - or so he claims.

He wanted kids of his own, he decided, the second he met you, and he just hopes and prays that you'll be open to the concept of having quite a number of them. And, in his favor, you do and indulge him in his little fantasies.

And, in the ingenious words of @ghostlywhiskey , "i said that man has SWIMMERS AND THOSE MFS ARE PRICE BOYS". So, there's a very obvious patten that begins to form as more and more members are added to his little family. But, of course, there's one token daughter added into the mix, who he loves all the same as he does his boys.

In my eyes, the ideal father figure. He's extremely open and honest with his children, listens and talks with them whenever they have an issue or question, is very understanding and accepting overall, and, more than anything, works tirelessly to be a present, positive figure in their lives.

Because of all of the experience that he has with his own children, this results in the members of Task Force 141 and associated parties going to him for help or to have him answer questions they may have around their own children.

He tries to be as present of a father as he can be, given the challenges and distance that comes with his line of work, but always makes an effort, at the very least, call his kids whenever he can to ask about how they're doing, what they're up to, et cetera.

Refuses to talk about his job or entertain his children in the very idea of joining the military - the horrors he's seen is not in the slightest something he wants his children to witness for themselves. He knows the job best, and he will not allow any of his children to join.

Raises his sons right - they're respectful, mind their manners, don't start fights (but finish them, should the need arise) and instills all the necessary core morals and values they'll need to be good people when they grow up. All the same, he teaches his daughter not to take shit from anyone.

LIEUTENANT SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

Three daughters and one child (non-binary) - ages ten, six, three, and nine

Originally, he had never even spent a moment in time thinking about or entertaining the possibility of him having children, much less actively putting effort into reaching that goal. Especially when considering his own history, he can't even begin to see himself as a father, fearing he'll end up like his own.

So, when you get pregnant for the first time on complete accident/enthusiastically bring up the idea to him of adopting a child seemingly out of nowhere to him, he's completely shell-shocked. This is something he's ever put considerable thought into, and now it's being dropped into his lap without a moment to process it or breathe.

So, when he lays eyes on his first little girl for the first time, he's terrified. He's a dad now, whether he wants to or is ready for it or not. And no, it's not like he didn't tell you to get an abortion/refuse to sign the papers, but he isn't fully ready for such a heavy responsibility yet. But when he has her in his arms for the first time, he's done for.

After the first, he's so open and willing - and, quite frankly, pushing for - trying for/adopting another child. Yes, he was scared for his life to become a dad at first, but now that he's one now, he can't help but want another - and best you believe that his children are his absolute world.

Curse of the military. That's it, that's the tweet. He had all girls, plus, of course, his one gender non-conforming, non-binary kid, and all of them have equal ownership over his heart.

He's the perfect girl-dad, letting them do whatever they want with him - their own personal dress-up doll, if you will. Painting his nails, putting make-up on him, styling his hair, making him attend tea-parties and playing make-pretend. Whatever they want him to do, he does it.

When his second-oldest comes out to him (they came to him first before they did you), his heart absolutely melts. To know that his kid trusts him so wholeheartedly and isn't scared to share such a private thing with him lets him know just how good of a dad he is.

He's quick to use the right pronouns, allocates a separate room for them, helps them go shopping for clothes and items they may want, tests out new names for them should they want to, et cetera.

He's not at all a strict parent, as much as one might believe. He's stoic, cold, and cruel, sure - but that's to everyone but his family. For them? He's the biggest pushover in the world. If his children want anything, best believe he's doing everything in his power to fulfill their wishes.

SERGEANT JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

One son and one daughter - ages four and five

He's always wanted children, that mindset and dream having been set long before he ever even joined the military in the first place. He used to take care of and watch his nieces, nephews, and younger cousins a lot when he was younger, so it eventually evolved into him wanting little rascals of his own as time went on - to be able to nurture, care for, and have fun with.

So, when the opportunity arises to actually start a family of his own, something that he's always dreamed of, he's so giddy. In complete honesty, he's practically beaming and bouncing on the balls of his feet, so willing and ready to make this into a reality. He has his own fears and anxieties, yes, but his excitement far outweighs it.

Both of his children are planned, of course, wanting them to be close in age as he can get them, and he's ecstatic that he gets to have both a boy and a girl. He gets the best of both worlds that way! And, when he finally gets to hold each in his arms for the first time, his heart shatters, melts, and crumbles in the best ways possible.

He isn't just a solider, a boyfriend, or a husband anymore - he's a dad now.

He's such a fun dad in general, always joking around with his kids, letting them - safely - do things that they aren't supposed to do, messing with them, taking them out for desert and sweets, et cetera.

But, as much as he's the "fun dad", that doesn't mean that he's any less strict. If his kids mess up or do something bad, he's often the one responsible for determining punishment, telling them off, and teaching them not to make the same mistake again.

His work is demanding, yes, and that often takes him away from you, his partner, and his kids for long periods of time, but he always comes back, ready to be a dad again and put "Soap" on the backburner.

The perfect role model for his kids, in all honesty - the best combination between a best friend and a parental figure. His kids tell him everything and they aren't scared of him to keep secrets from him, always telling him the truth without shame or hesitation.

SERGEANT KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

One son and one daughter - ages seven

Both of children are twins

Having children wasn't something he had ever planned for, in his mind. Not to say that he never entertained the idea of having children of his own, nor is it to say something that he's against, either. He simply hadn't ever thought about making it a reality before.

But, when the opportunity to have/adopt children comes up into his life, it's welcomed, allowing himself to go with the flow of things and let them play out as is. He thinks about it a lot more now, daydreaming about what his child's personality will be like, what they'll look like, who they'll like more...

And then boom! Twins!

He's starstruck when he first gets the news that he'll be having/adopting twins. It's like a two-for-one deal, or so he says, genuinely shocked and excited at the same time. The way he sees it, his kids will always have a best friend (or, a partner-in-crime) and he's all for it.

Twins are a lot, he knows, but that doesn't mean he isn't up for the challenge. If anything, it only spurs him on to push to be the best dad he could ever possibly be.

For better or for worse, his kids adopt his sarcastic nature as their own and increase it by tenfold. It's his fault, given that whenever his kids are around, he's talking to them as if they'd understand his points and smart comments. They don't, most of the time, but they know their dad's tone, and they're quick to match it.

Takes the most time off out of anyone else in Task Force 141 to spend with his family if and when he can allocate it. He wants to be as present of a dad as possible, and if that means taking work home when he could easily finish it on base and then come home, maybe a day or two later, he's doing it.

Very adamant on having days out with his kids, be it for the purpose of a mental health day or just for fun. Takes them out to get breakfast and lunch, plus going to do another activity. Maybe the park, the playground, watch a movie at the cinema, go to the zoo/aquarium, et cetera.

He's not a super strict parent but that doesn't mean he isn't going to disciple his children if they misbehave or do something wrong. His punishments are lax, focused more towards talking out the issue that giving harsh lessons.

STATION CHIEF KATE LASWELL

One son - aged sixteen

She and her wife decided that they really wanted to have a kid of their own a few years into their marriage and, especially given that neither of them aren't getting any younger and didn't necessarily have the energy, time, or willingness to take on the challenge of pregnancy for themselves, they choose the more sensible option available and adopt.

It's a long, deliberate process that they have to go through in order to be so much as be approved for being able to adopt, but, once that hurdle is overcome, the two of them waste no time and immediately begin their search for the newest member of their own little family, allocating time to meticulously decide who they'll, inevitably, choose.

Their hearts end up settling on a little boy whose four years old, somehow resembling the both of them in different ways - be it personality wise or by appearance.

The two of them decide that they want to be able to escape and skip the issues that come packaged with newborns and toddlers, but also have a hand in the development process of their son, thus explaining the age they chose to adopt him at. This accomplishes both of these "goals" they have in mind, and it works out beautifully in their favor.

No matter their son's ethnic background, the two of them make a conscious effort to try and introduce practices, traditions, holidays, ideals, et cetera from their son's culture into their own as a means to keep him connected with his own past and history.

Although her job is connected with the military and does, to an extent, seperate her from her families for periods of time, that doesn't diminish the relationship she has with her son. He's fascinated with his mom's career, allowing for lengthy, in-depth discussion about what her job actually entails with him.

She and her wife are such good moms in general - always supporting him in everything he wants to do and encouraging him a thousand times over. There isn't a second in his life where he isn't being supported or loved, but it by his moms or the numerous different adult figures in his life.

Laswell gets in a fair bit of trouble with her wife for not disciplining her son in any way, shape, or form. She may have no issue with doing so with the military individuals she works with - she can be scary and intimidating when she wants to be - but with her son? She's absolutely a pushover.

Quits smoking the second she and her wife make plans towards actually adopting. It's a harsh line she draws, and one she abides by without hesitation or question.

VALERIA GARZA

None

Now, this isn't because I want to exclude her from this concept for any reasoning whatsoever, but rather because I can't really see her having or wanting any children in the first place. She's "El Sin Nombre", after all. And, in her defense, the cartel isn't necessarily the best enviroment for a child to grow up or develop in - surprising nobody.

She knows this fact better than anyone, and, having sworn her life to her role in Las Almas and the cartel, she chooses to not have any children. Additionally, she isn't going to be irresponsible and make herself vulnerable like that where, to have someone to love and care fore, only for the possibility of them being used as leverage against her later on hanging over her head, putting them in danger.

And, in any case, she has a breeding kink to make up for it, eh?

But, in all seriousness, as wonderful as I think she could possibly be with children in general, I doubt she plans on having or adopting children of her own unless she actually makes the move to leave the business of the cartel altogether - which, lets face it, with who she is and the role that she plays, is highly unlikely.

To make up for this, let's talk about her relationship with kids in general - be it the children of Las Almas and nieces and nephews that she has and interacts with.

She fits the "cool aunt" persona to a tee, always bringing gifts and/or cash to her younger family members, getting them whichever they desire, playing games with them, talking shit about people and listening to them vent, et cetera.

If the children have a problem with someone and, if aren't family, she has no issue doing something about it, be it using a scare tactic on them or completely removing the other person from the equation in more serious scenarios.

All the kids love her, no matter if they're family or if they know her or not. If she isn't busy and one of her men have a child of their own that they need to tend to while they're on the clock, she'll let the kid stay around in her office, so long as they don't disturb the peace.

VLADIMIR MAKAROV

One son and one daughter - ages eleven and five

Now, as cold, cruel, stoic, and heartless of a character that Makarov is, I personally believe that there would be select factors that would influence him to actually want children. Technical, albeit, and not for the sake of having someone to nurture and care for - at least, in the beginning - but I do believe that, for his own reasons, he would still want children as he progresses on later in his career and plans.

The only reason I could ever see for him to so much as bring up the concept of having children, in a way that makes sense when considering his character, would be due to the result of a close encounter that has him just barely scraping out of whatever altercation with his life to spare and hold onto.

He decides then and there that he wants to have a child - a son, specifically - who will be able to take his place and lead the groups that he controls and reigns over when he, inevitably, passes because, like he stated: "even I'm replaceable". It's a morbid phrase, yes, but it makes sense for him to have this be his reasoning.

He wants his replacement to be his own, too, and not for one of men to simply be promoted after he passes. After all, their ideologies, morals, and values could change over time and alter from his own, and he can't have that. However, if he were to have a child, he could foster and tailor their beliefs to match his own.

And besides, there's a certain charm that comes with saying his son is going to be the next in line. So, to his favor, he gets a first-born son, just as he had wished. His daughter, however, is completely accidental and unplanned/an abrupt decision when she is born/adopted. (In the context of pregnancy, though, its entirely his fault that she's conceived out of nowhere - wear protection, folks.)

For the longest time, his relationship with his son is, for lack of better wording, toxic - but this does change! If only with your intervention. All he wants in the beginning is for his son to be able to take over for him in the future - that being his sole purpose. And, unfortunately, he makes that a known fact.

Brings his son in with him to work on base often, working to teach and show to him the empire that he'll be taking over once his dad is gone. He gets a front-row view to the horrors his father is behind and in control of, be it the planning process for strategized and organized attacks, his cruel methods for dealing with traitors, and otherwise.

As much as he might, at heart, want to be a boy-dad, his relationship with his son is so strained and, frankly, falling apart, even if he refuses to acknowledge it, and so toxic in nature that it's only natural he becomes a girl-dad when his daughter is finally born. It's unfair, yes, but it's the truth of the matter.

He keeps his daughter far away from his work, shielding her completely from the badness of the world - the badness that he himself helps to create. She's his his pride and joy, and she's such a daddy's girl, leaving his son to fall to you, his other parental figure, for comfort and support - that of which his dad fails to provide.

COLONEL KÖNIG

Four daughters - ages two, three, seven, and fourteen

Interestingly enough, he's actually always quietly desired and yearned for a family of his own, though, he's never had any open discussions about it until it came to you. It's almost funny, the way that he's so awkward and tends to shy away from others any chance he's allowed to, and yet, he wants nothing more than a sizeable family for himself.

To have someone to fight for, to come back home to... it's all a soldier ever wants - himself included. And, for him, that includes a family that doesn't just consist of him and you (as content and happy as he is with it for now). The mere prospect of coming home to children of his own who can greet him and adore him is all he could ever ask for.

Though, even given this, he's especially nervous to actually become a father. He overthinks it a lot, wondering if his kids will even like him, going over the multitude of different ways that he could mess up even when he has no reason to. Because after his first, that fear melts away into enthusiasm.

Four children, especially when they're all girls, is a lot, yes, but he handles it with ease. He doesn't let the stress of it get to him, simply taking everything in stride and dealing with it rationally. He wants to preserve the positive relationship he has with his daughters, and approaching things from a logical standpoint is just the way to do it.

The true curse of the military - all girls, and so many of them, too. His younger children are all girly to an extent, too, so he's no stranger at a tea party and getting his make-up and nails done messily by his daughters. His oldest, although she may not be as girly, still has her moments, be it certain musicians maybe that she's forced her dad to listen to the entire discography of.

His girls love use him as a prop and character in their bouts of playing "make pretend". He's played a tree, standing still for them to climb all over, a dragon, protecting them from all of the bugs and critters that threatens to offend the, and even a race car, holding onto one or two of them as tight as he can and breaking into a sprint. It's strange and exhausting, sure, but he loves it.

Teaches his daughters to stick up for themselves - it's one of the first lessons he ever teaches them. Whether it be in terms of don't let people see you as a pushover, don't let anyone tell you what you can or cannot do, or stick up for yourself by any means necessary, he instills those ideals into his kids. Teaches his eldest how to fight, too - per her request - as another measure and precaution.

Although being apart of KorTac and being a colonel in general keep him busy and occupied and away from his family, that doesn't stop him from trying his hardest to be with them. He sends each and every one of his daughters, with the inclusion of yourself, gifts he picks up while he's away that reminds him of you all, just as a means to remind you all that he's here and he loves you.

COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES

Two daughters and two children (transgender) - ages seventeen, six, and thirteen

Both of his trans children, female-to-male, are twins

In his daydreams, he's always imagined himself with a family of his own. A nuclear family, the American ideal - married with two and a half kids, a dog, a big house with a white-picket fence, a stable job. The whole lot. That's all he's ever had in mind for himself and he yearns to make it a reality.

So, when the topic of children come up after the married, dog, house, and job things are already figured out, he's eager to speak his mind and give his input on the matter. He's got the biggest, most lopsided grin spread out across his face when he lays eyes on his eldest daughter for the first time, and that only solidifies his dreams.

Though, ironically enough, he always had in his mind that he'd have more boys than girls. He loves his daughters wholeheartedly and without shame, mind you, but... still, the sentiment remains. He always imagined himself with one, maybe two or three boys - someone he could play catch or watch sports with.

He doesn't get that, until he does, and his twins come out to him (albeit, at separate ages) as trans ftm. Of course, the whole "trans" thing is new to him, and while he may be a little clueless, seeing how happy it makes the two of his kids is more than enough to convince him him to put in effort and be the most supportive dad he can be.

I don't want anyone coming to me saying "oh, he's transphobic" because no he's not. He may fit that all-American persona of his to a tee, but I refuse to say that he would go as far to be transphobic or homophobic, especially with his own children. (Also, I'm petty, so you get two of them).

He fights and works hard to be present in his children's lives. He may be the Commander and CEO of Shadow Company, but that doesn't mean his men can't function without him from time to time. His family means everything to him, all of his time off being spent towards treating them.

Not the parent who pushes for his children to each be involved in a million after-school activities, but encourages them to take up something. His oldest plays volleyball, his second-oldest plays baseball, his second-youngest plays the drums, and his youngest dances. Takes them all to practice and helps them however he can.

Genuinely just copy and paste Jeff Sadecki from Yellowjackets and that's him as a parent. Except... with less of the drama. He's dedicated to being involved in his children's lives, making memories and having fun with them, telling horrible dad jokes from time to time, and whatever else.

SERGEANT MAJOR RODOLFO "RUDY" PARRA

One child (agender) - aged sixteen

He never actually planned on or anticipated becoming a father in the first place, more focused on dedicating his efforts towards his career and not spending more than a passing thought on creating a family. Not to say that he doesn't want one, it's just a concept he hasn't spent too much time thinking about or worrying over.

So, this means that you have to be the one to bring it up to him. And, granted, it somewhat catches him off guard - you want to try for a baby/consider adoption with him? Since when? It throws him off, to be honest, and he genuinely has to take some time to reflect and decide if this is actually something that he wants.

And, in your favor, it is.

He's somewhat nonchalant about the whole thing, not really realizing how big of an event it is until you're close to the due date/you're approved for adoption. And then it hits him full force that, yeah - sooner than later, he's actually going to become a dad and deal with the responsibilities of one and have a child of his own.

It's humbling, funnily enough, and he revaluates his priorities when it comes to his career, you, and child-to-be.

Even though he never anticipated or saw himself as someone who could accurately fill the role of a father, he's a good one. More akin to a close friend at times whereas others he can more accurately be described as a mentor, but it's important for fathers to share both of those factors, in a way. Which he absolutely does.

His child comes out to him before they reach double-digits, and its another moment that he has to pause for. Of course he's going to love them unconditionally, no matter if they identify as something else or go by different pronouns or want to use a different name, it's simply something he hadn't expected.

Doesn't really at all punish his child if they do something wrong. He'll have a conversation with them, sure, but it never truly extends to anything beyond that. Simply a "hey, don't do that again, okay?" and moving on with life. All that matters is that they understand and acknowledge their faults, in his eyes.

Involves himself in whatever his child is interested in and tries to understand it as best he can. They have a sport they're really into? He's buying them merch and watching matches or games with them. They're really into a certain video game? Start up a new save file, he'd love to play. Genuinely super supportive.

Does not at all plan on having another child. He's content with the one and, quite frankly, even one can be a lot at times. He can't count how many times he's had to go to those parent support groups just to ensure he's being as good of a dad as he can be.

COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS

Four sons and one daughter - ages twelve, eleven, nine, and eight

His oldest sons are twins

The absolute definition of a family man. He, somewhat akin to Price, always imagined himself with a family of his own later down the line in his life - a large, lively one, too. He grew up in a larger household himself with a number of brothers and sisters, both younger and older, and he always imagined the same for his future family.

He's so enthusiastic about it, too. He isn't scared or worried at all, confident in his own abilities to take care of children, given his own extended experience, so he has little to no fear in what he'll be like as a parent or his own capabilities. He knows what he'll need to do, how to do it, what to buy, what to say, et cetera, so he's confident.

He doesn't really have a plan for what their ages will be, more so allowing everything to flow naturally, but he can't deny the fact that he has his own picture in mind for what he wants his family to look like. Ironically, he always imagined himself with more girls than boys, but it seems like life had... a different plan for him.

He loves it, though. He's extremely good with newborns and toddlers especially, and when he laid eyes on his twins for the first time, holding both of them to him, it was over. Plain and simple. With the first step taken, he can now fully immerse himself in being a father and cultivating the lives of his children, and that's all he could ask for.

His boys are rowdy. Especially his oldest twins and his youngest son, his eleven-year-old acting much tamer and calmer in comparison, but still has his moments. They roughhouse with one another, mess with each other, talk shit - the whole lot. Typical sibling behavior, yes, but they had so much energy.

Takes a lot of time off to be with his family when he can spare it. If he isn't physically out for an operation and instead is at the Los Vaqueros base, he sometimes will bring one or two of his children to stay in his office while he works. That is, if he doesn't up and leave to go home the second the opportunity arises.

Defiantly the one responsible for disciplining his children and dishing out punishment. It's not to say that he's cruel or mean in any sense, but he can be strict. If they do something wrong, he's quick to decide on a punishment that appropriate and relevant, dedicated to correcting that behavior as swiftly as possible.

He's an absolute pushover with his daughter, though. Not to say that he doesn't love his boys, because he does, but he'd do anything for her. Tea parties? Dress up? Make believe? You name it, no matter how embarrassing or emasculating it may be, and he's doing it if his little girl asks.

Messes around with his boys a lot. He has a positive relationship with all of them, one that's open and honest, which leaves room for him to be able to roughhouse and taunt and poke fun at them from time to time. They might have to be smart with their own words and responses, but he's making smartass, cheeky remarks whenever he can with a grin.

OPERATION OFFICER ALEX KEELER

One daughter - aged eleven

He's thought about having children before, yes, but never in a realistic context. For him, in the past, it's always been more of a "let me imagine a scenario of how myself and a future family would look" but never actively taking strides or realistically think about how he would achieve that.

So, when you bring the topic up to him, he kind of stills and... actually thinks about it. There's a difference between putting yourself in a scenario and imagining it, and actually taking steps to make it into a reality. He sort of panics, too, because... would he actually make a good dad?

He's the most apprehensive and anxious person out of anyone when it comes to considering the path of parenthood. Of course, he agrees, more than willing to try for a baby/go through the adoption process with you, but he's endlessly terrified of messing things up.

Even when he actually gets to meet and hold his daughter for the first time - he's a man who has no shame in crying, because he absolutely does when he sees her - that paranoia remains. But even so, it solidifies his goal to become the best father he can be for his little girl.

So clueless at first at how to even approach fatherhood, purchasing so many parents books and listening to an abundance of podcasts and going to classes and everything of the like. He's confident in most aspects, sure, but parenthood is something he's never dealt with in the past - it's no surprise he wants to do everything in his power to be the best dad he can be.

As anxious as he is, though, he, in my opinion, is probably the best father he could possibly ever dream to be. He's attentive to his daughter's wants and needs, can gauge her emotions correctly and acts accordingly, is responsible in terms of taking precautions to keep her safe, and he's present as much as he can be.

Number one cheerleader in everything she does. Whether it be getting a passing grade or an outstanding one on a test, he's hyping her up. If she joins and becomes a part of a particular activity of interest, he's taking her out to a celebratory dinner. All words of encouragement and praise from him.

Is a very active an present parent, too. Takes her out on little father-daughter days whenever he can to wherever she wants to go. The mall to look at the one obscure candle store? Sure, he's down. The zoo to go make up conversations between the animals. Absolutely. He loves hanging out with her, and seeing the way she lights up whenever he offers to take her out is all he could ever dream of.

COMMANDER FARAH AHMED KARIM

Two sons and one daughter - ages seven, four, and eight months

In the beginning, actually, she was very opposed to the concept of having/adopting children. Given her involvement with the ULF and that the current climate in Urzikstan was far from safe to raise any child in, she had no reason to even entertain the thought. Especially considering her own past, she was against it.

For a while, most conversations of having or starting a family were shut down by her - she yearned for it in the back of her mind, sure, but it wasn't a realistic goal. That was until she and Samara had a conversation about the topic, Samara telling her that while, yes, there were dangers to it, there's nothing more fulfilling than family.

So, after long deliberations, she began to consider it more heavily, leading to discussions where she finally agreed. She has her own reservations, fears, and anxieties about it, yes, but considering all the work she's done, she's allowed to have this. To have a child or children, to make her own family that loves her unconditionally.

She keeps her family completely separate and distanced from her work. As much as she's passionate about what she does, there's that lingering fear in the back of her mind that, one day, her family could get hurt or even possibly used against her as leverage if they're discovered. So, there's a clean separation between the two.

But it's all worth it when she meets her first born son for the first time. She's playing such important roles in her life - the Commander of the ULF, a resistance fighter, someone associated with Task Force 141, and one of the few key figures tasked with liberating her country in its entirety. But, now, she's more than that. She's a mom.

Even though she's never had children of her own before, she handles motherhood like a seasoned professional. Even before her other two children, she never got too overwhelmed with the work and responsibilities that come with being a parent, handling everything with a level head and a calm voice, turning out in her favor.

Though, she's somewhat a bit stricter with her children - not in the sense of being overbearing and not trusting them, or even that she has high expectations and standards for them. Rather, she wants to ensure the safety of her children and that their childhoods never turn out like her own, so she takes extra precautions.

She doesn't actually send her children to school, rather taking time to teach them herself - with your aid, of course. It's partially for those same reasons of fear and wanting to protect her children, but she's actually really good at it. She's taught her children how to write, how to read, how to speak two different languages... it's a way that shows how invested she is in her family.

As serious as she can be with her work, she's much more laid back and relaxed when it comes to her family - just another perk and upside, she supposes. With all the stresses she deals with, being able to come home to her sons and daughter, being overwhelmed with love - it's rewarding in a way she's never experienced before.

NIKOLAI

Two daughters - ages eight and three

He's always imagined himself with children, in complete honesty, even when he was younger - to have maybe one to three of his own. To your luck, he's open about it too, so he's actually the one to bring up the idea to you in the beginning, having no shame whatsoever in his willingness to try for/adopt a child... or two or three.

He isn't scared to become a parent, per se, nor does he have many anxieties or worries about becoming one, but there is still that subtle worry in the back of his mind that he won't be the most fit parent.

Everyone jokes about how he can be reckless and unethical, and he enjoys the banter, but it does make him self-conscious and second guess his own ability to be an adequate father.

He doesn't really consider or worry about what ages his children are, simply allowing things to fall into place naturally, as they should. He may have imagined himself with children in his own daydreams, sure, but there was never any clear specifics for age or gender he had in mind.

But once he actually gets to meet his daughters for the first time, those worries fade away partially - they still linger, yes, but for the most part he lets them simmer on the backburner, not allowing them to interfere with him as he directs his focus away from worrying and more towards becoming the father his girls deserve.

His daughters are just as much of a menace as he is. Maybe not in the "I deal with sketchy people on a daily basis and have done some questionable things" kind of way, but they have their own mischievous streaks like their father. Be it orchestrating pranks or smaller acts of the like, sometimes they even outshine the father.

He's playful by nature, yes, and he is with his girls, but you'll also never meet a more protective parent than him. He may be sly and smug and appear all cool and collected outwardly, but when it comes to his daughters, he's doing everything in his power to protect them from anything, be it people... or ants.

Likes to be his daughters' own personal jungle gym, letting the two of them hold onto him and climb all over him without a care in the world. Additionally, that means he makes for the perfect mode of transport for them, too - having them cling onto him as he walks around, moving them from one place to the other.

He can act like a child in his own right, but he's still a good father nonetheless. In line with that protective nature, he does everything he can to both foster a positive relationship and set rules and boundaries. Bed times, chores, punishments, et cetera - he's in charge of those things, and, while he isn't strict, he's responsible.

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