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mawvax · 10 months
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A Short Comic ft Price & Simon
This idea spawned from the thought: What if Price knew Simon before Ghost? That's why he said "It's good to see you again Simon." during the whole mask scene. To me, Price is a guy that puts a lot on himself. So... this came out.
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sky-is-the-limit · 4 months
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"𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏."
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sleepyconfusedpotato · 6 months
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What we thought: Price is going to die because in the OG's he's the only one who survived.
What's happening: Price is going to be the only one left alive by the end again, but now the deaths are backwards, starting with Soap.
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local-crying-boy · 4 days
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ℂ 𝕆 𝔻 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕙 𝕖 𝕒 𝕕 𝕔 𝕒 𝕟 𝕟 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤
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What they do when their s/o passes out
Characters included: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, Captain John Price, Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra, Alejandro Vargas
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Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Lieutenant Quick On His Feet here
He’s quick to react when you start to wobble on your feet, or when you start to falter in the speed of your actions.
He stands by your side and either waits for you to pass out or for you to start to feel better.
^ He more so does this if you pass out frequently, if it’s not a common occurrence then he’ll hold onto your arm lightly as if he was support.
John ‘Soap’ MacTavish
He’s the type to not expect you to pass out (even if it is an often occurrence and he knows that it is)
The minute he realised you’ve passed out, you’re legs have given up and he’s already cursing out trying to catch you before you hit the ground
Now, don’t worry for he is a sergeant and his reflexes are pretty good (most of the time). You’ve never actually injured yourself because he might have been a little too delayed in catching you
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
Not as quick as Ghost in a way that Ghost is able to catch you before you hit the ground.
Gaz obviously isn’t about to let you hit your head, but it is a delayed reaction from him to the point where your knees have already given in and are about to hit the ground
He sits in the floor with you, your head on his lap if you’ve passed out once he gets to you.
He’d brush the hair from your face and quietly whisper that he’s there for you and that you’re okay, even if you can’t hear him and wait for your eyes to open again.
It’s a 50/50 chance you open your eyes to see a half-calm, half-panicked look on his face, or a opening your eyes to see him calm (but there’s something in his eyes that tells you his mf heart dropped).
Captain John Price
If you pass out when the two of you are at home, then he’s picking you up and setting you down on the sofa or bed (depending on where you passed out)
He’s mostly quick, like Ghost, because he rushes over when you give the slightest indication you’re about to pass out
You can thank the military for his wariness, but his wariness for you is a totally different thing
Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra
Quick just like the others (I know this sounds like a damn broken record with the amount of times I’ve wrote this), however, unlike the others the concern on his face is as clear as day. No point in hiding it, you know he cares enough about you
When you wake up again, he’s asking if you want anything, like if you have low iron he’s asking if he can get you anything to eat that might remedy that. It was because of the heat? Okay, he’s so fucking quick to ask if you need a drink.
Even if you don’t need a drink, or food, he’s grabbing it regardless. He cares so much about your well being, you wonder if he cares more about it than you do
Alejandro Vargas
Has a little mini heart attack. And (if you pass out regularly) even asks you if you’re trying to kill him with the amount of times you pass out
If it’s a less occurring thing, he’s less obligated to try and pick out little signs that you might pass out (because he wouldn’t really need to)
But if you pass out often, he is so quick to realise when you are feeling even slightly dizzy, or the first to realise when you’re stalling in your movements, sometime even before you realise!
This mf is like a mind reader too, it’s like he just knows. You don’t even have to say anything and he’s ushering for you to sit down before you pass out, hands on your sides as if you can’t walk without him
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gomzdrawfr · 5 months
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Laswell: who's your team? Price: some old comrade Laswell: Price: Laswell: ...and the Sergeant? Gaz: ✨ existing ✨ Price: ....he's ready
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based on this scene
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meowpupp · 4 months
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Just binged all of the owner!Price posts you have. OH. LORD.
please sir, may i have some more 🥺🤲
if i could please request some very soft nonsense, maybe just a fluffy drabble about their relationship together, how they met, daily life,
whatever you want really, i’ll take it shsjsksk
i wrote this very late at night while very being emotional HAHAHAHAH
the night is quiet, house dark and still. soft rain pellets the windows. the tv playing your favourite movie quietly.
prices hands are warm, the skin slightly rough and calloused as he rubs your back. you lay plaint and soft ontop him, head resting on his stomach as he leans against the headboard.
the room is warm and quiet, the tv softly illuminating the space as you haze in and out of sleep.
price has barely taken his eyes off of you. you’re perfect. it’s like you were made from marble, every tiny detail carved with pure love and care. youre something worthy of worship.
it feels almost selfish to keep you to himself, to deny other people of you. but his whole life price has been selfless, allowing the world to consume him. but this? you?
you’re his.
he watches as you stir slightly, nuzzling further into his lap. he brings his spare hand to tangle in your hair, encouraging you to bury yourself in his warmth.
price never understood love. it was something he admired from afar, watched with envy. everyone around him had it, but he never allowed it for himself. but knowing what he knows now, feeling what he feels? he can’t believe he starved himself this long.
you’re everything to him. a little pup, something dependant and soft. price cherishes every smile you give him, every syllable you speak, every time your eyes meet his.
he is undeniably, completely, irrevocably in love with you.
his free hand moves to your face, cupping your cheek. tilting your face, he commits every detail to memory.
you stir, eyes blinking open, meeting his. the only thing you see is him. and the only thing he sees is you.
he gives you a soft smile, one reserved for only you. his fingers are soft, brushing against you as if you’re made of porcelain. he traces every curve and edge that makes you you. fingers following the slant of curve nose, the shape of your lips, the edge of your jaw.
“my girl,” he says softly, as if speaking louder will shatter you, “my perfect girl.”
your eyes remind him of smoke. colours blended and twisted together. something beautiful and free. uncontainable, untouchable, uncontrollable. only ever to be admired.
he sighs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “you’re everything…” he mumbles, beard brushing your skin as he speaks. it’s grounding, pulling you into the moment, into him.
his mind is clouded with all the things he wants to tell you. all the poetry and prayers he’s written in your image, the love letters he’s addressed to you.
a stronger man would tell you. a stronger man would whisper every hushed word of worship into your skin. but price will forever be weak for you. so for now, he holds you tighter.
he continues to caress your cheek, other hand rubbing your back again.
his whole life, he has fought. price is the monster in the fairytales recruits whisper to each other. he is depicted as ruthless and cruel. something that stalks you in the night and torments you till morning. you are an animal, he is a beast. but to you, he is tamed
he spent his whole life fearing nothing, and yet he lies awake now, holding you so lovingly, fearing that you may never know the true extent in which he adores you.
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evergreenfields · 2 months
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Yours Truly, A Hostage - Part 1
Part 2 here.
My first fic, inspired by the Picadilly mission cutscene. Captain Price pushing that guy over a railing is my love language.
Pairing: Captain Price x Fem!reader during the events of Piccadilly, MW1 (2019)
You’re a hostage that gets rescued by the Captain and you’re both absolute flirts.
Rating: Mature. MDNI.
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Bruised, bloodied, scared and hyper alert, you had only wanted to get a new sports bra and some white trainer socks. Instead you were in pain and strapped into an explosive vest.
You had managed to painfully wriggle your arms from behind you, the men had only bound your arms with tape. They had torn your shirt off and forgotten to click the lock shut of the strappy-homemade bomb vest, but you still struggled to get out of it.
You lie on the floor and turned your head side ways and digging your heels into the floor in an attempt to shimmy out from underneath it.
You hear heavy boots run into the room and you freeze, playing dead.
“All clear! We’re here to help!”
“Wait wait!” you shout “I’m down here!”
You jump when the gruff voice is suddenly closer to you, “stay still,” he commands, “you’re hard to miss looking like that,” comes out softer, you thought you heard a chuckle.
You feel movement on the vest.
“It’s stuck on 57 seconds, Captain.” A younger voice says, you feel movement on your vest.
“I- they didn’t lock the lock.” You say, overwhelmed, arms waving at the wrong party of the vest.
“Stop, keep your arms up.” The gruffer one says, it’s soothing like a whisper to get back into bed in the early morning.
“Sorry yes.” You breathe out, arms going slack.
“Gaz grab the vest, what’s your name love?”
“Y/n” you breath, voice muffled by being under the vest.
“Right, y/n, I’m going to hold you by your waist, keep your arms loose for me.” He smelled like oak and blown out matches.
You feel gloved hands on your waist on your skin. Your top is rucked up so you feel the hands on your skin are big and strong. And warm. Through the gloves. You tell yourself your face is red because of the exertion.
You feel hands tug the straps of the vest.
“I only wanted to buy a sports bra and some socks and next you know I’m strapped into a fucking bomb vest. I dropped my stuff too, you guys have no idea how hard it is to find a decent sports bra. Shittiest Tuesday ever.” You say filling the silence with a dose of self deprecating humour. You hear them chuckle, you try not to enjoy making your saviours laugh too much, it sounded like an unhealthy coping mechanism.
“Right, pull.” Light enters your eyes and the vest is gone. You immediately wipe the hair out of your face and instinctively pull your top down, not knowing how far it got dragged up. Looking up you see an older man on his haunches, dressed to the nines with webbing and tactical gear. He’s imposing but the smile on his face disarms you immediately. He’s painfully handsome under all the gear. Blood rushes to your face. You can see broad shoulders hugged by his holsters. You’re panting and can see your own chest rise and fall, accentuated by wearing a bra that’s a size too small. You feel like you’re spilling over.
He holds his hand out and you take it a little too fast, he doesn’t stand you up, he only gets you up right, checking you over for injuries.
“You alright?” He says, searching your face, I am now. His eyes are blue and intense, you see a beauty spot on his nose. You feel warm under his gaze. Your don’t know if it’s the adrenaline and the intensity but you feel like you’re under a spotlight, at a crossroads. You didn’t feel brave all afternoon, you felt scared and helpless. Now you were saved and that had to mean something, especially when it was him. The gravity of the event would not dawn on you until you got home and watched the news at night in your flat, but at this moment, you felt like you were part of something so much bigger than yourself with people who were, too.
“Yes, thank you, thank you both,” your hand is on your chest, your heart is hammering, you turn to face the younger man with the soft brown eyes.
“Don’t mention it ma’am.” The younger man says, his eyes flicker from you to the older man, who you assumed was his boss. You see a flash of acknowledgment and he walks away after a beat. The air was electric and expectant, like a rubber band being pulled - but not released. Only getting tauter and tighter. You hope you weren’t the only one feeling it.
You were alone with him now.
“Are you in charge? Like Captain? Or commander?”
“Captain. Call me John.” He gets up, his massive gun hanging near his thigh. He puts his hand out again to get you standing.
“Now the exquisite facial hair makes sense. Least shittiest Tuesday ever.” You declare with a nod. You feel eager. You feel like you’d be letting something go if you didn’t say something.
“You’re too kind.” He chuckles and you enjoy his laughter lines. You almost feel bad for maintaining eye contact, you swore you could see pink in his cheeks. You enjoy how effortlessly he pulls you up. You wonder what he looks like under the top.
“Sorry about your socks, love.” He says softly in his gruff voice, you feel rebuffed and embarrassed. You smile and shrug, hoping he hasn’t noticed your attempts at flirting. Let the man do his job and go home. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve read signals wrong.
“No biggie,” You quickly say to dismiss the conversation entirely, brushing yourself down so you don’t have to look at him anymore, especially now you could see his narrow waist and thick muscular thighs.
“And about your lingerie.” You don’t see the band get tighter, you’re too busy trying to hide your face by bending over to dust off your jeans.
“Sports bra actually.” You say with a sigh, still dusting yourself off.
“Sorry I was thinking lingerie.” The band is pulled further. Translucent with the stretch. Your brain isn’t firing all its cylinders, limbless with the opportunity.
You immediately bounce up, unfolding yourself, “You don’t make mistakes,” you say with a smile erupting onto your face, you were never particularly subtle or mysterious.
“I don’t.” He smiles, eyes twinkling.
You don’t miss a beat.
“27 Evergreen Street, Eastfields.” You say.
You’re level now, looking him in the eye, but he towers over you.
“27 Evergreen Street, Eastfields.” He repeats, his eyebrows knitted in patient bemusement.
“You can show me what you were thinking.”
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You’re out on the cold wet streets blasted by lights from dozens of emergency vehicles. You’re being waved down by a paramedic, she’s leading you into the seat at the back of the ambulance. She’s checking your vitals but you can only think about John with his gloved hands tucked into the neck of his vest, his gaze unwavering, shifting weight from one leg to the other. His phone on the new contact screen, handing it over to you saying “does tomorrow work for you, love?”
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Part 2 - Tea for Two
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homicidal-slvt · 2 months
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Who would you trust to hold your drink at a party?
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mslowlife · 1 year
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Distracted
18+ ONLY NSFW
Pairings: Captain John Price x Fem!Reader Warnings: SMUTTTTT Summary: After an interesting night with Price, you find yourself daydreaming about him during a particularly important meeting. Word Count: 741
C/S = Callsign
A/N: Lowkey had no clue what to write ;-; been very busy last few days so apologies if this isn't very long or interesting.
“Quiet, no one can hear us” he hushed into your ear. His voice was coarse and deep, yet so seducing. you enjoyed being so exposed, where anyone could catch you two in a seconds notice.
You weighed yourself into him more, your body twitched like a bubble about to pop, the foreplay, the teasing, the fact this was happening drove you insane. You still remember the nights you fantasized this. Your hand would be in your pants, imagining your own captain treating you like you were his. pleasuring you, teasing you so well, owning you. How you would moan his name so quietly, hoping no one would hear, especially him. The bear thought of Price left you in your own little world, imagining things so dirty.
His fingers went lower and lower, until they struck gold. you choked out moans, as his finger rubbed your clit. Price quickly placed his hand over your mouth, trying to silence your lewd noises. His fingers circled your-
“Y/N! Are you listening?” Laswell shouted from across the room, death staring at you as you swung your feet from the chair.
“Uh-huh, yes ma’am” You stuttered, your cheeks turning red. Clearly not listening. How could you focus to be fair? Last night was a completely unexpected, you never thought you'd fuck the captain.
“Everyone has notes, go through them, familiarize yourself. Meet back here in an hour” She ordered, Laswell kept her eyes on you for a moment, before spinning around and pinning her notes to the board behind her.
As Laswell said that, the other men stood up, holding their files and exiting the room. You followed along, picking up your paperwork and trailing behind.
Still in your own little world, you dawdled to the cafeteria, trying to collect yourself after your dirty reminders of last night. Spreading the notes out on the metal table, you sat down, skimming over the notes, before noticing a figure approach you.
“Uh- captain, morning” As you spoke, your eyes gazed over his body, specifically paying attention to his neck. Closer to his collar, where dark red marks showed, you silently cheered to yourself, admiring your handiwork.
“Morning, C/S” He said, sitting beside and peering at the paperwork.
“You seemed… distracted… at Laswell's conference.” He noticed, watching as your hands flicked the pages.
“Yeah, jus’ a little” You answered, adjusting your shirt slightly. Why did you have to feel so nervous and awkward around him?
“Why?” He asked again, shifting his body just a tad closer to you.
“Just stuff” You replied, awkwardly flicking through the pages, even though you’ve already read them.
“Was it me?” He whispered, before discreetly moving his hand onto your thigh, then moving closer to your inner thighs. You gasped, before swiftly covering your mouth with the back of your hand, attempting to play off the sudden noise as a yawn.
“Were you thinking of me, Y/N?” He reinforced, asking again. You quickly scanned the cafeteria, noticing the room was empty to your luck.
“Mhm” You gulped, feeling his hands edge closer.
“During a meeting? Not very professional C/S.” His warm breath tickled your ears as he spoke.
Even though Price was egging you on, thinking of your Captain like that was quite inappropriate. But how could you not?
“Isn’t this appropriate?” You sarcastically remarked back, referring to his hand buried in between your thighs.
“Maybe. But, you enjoy it. Don’t you?” He marvelled.
“Uh- yes, but shouldn’t we be careful? What if someone sees?” You nervously asked, gesturing to the wide open doorway, where anyone could walk by at any given moment
“Mmm, but you’d like them to see, wouldn’t you love? You didn’t seem to mind last night” He purred, massaging the flesh on your legs.
“Mhm” You hummed, “I do, but-”
“Then shush” He commanded, using his other hand to grab your hips and slide you closer. You squirmed under his touch, facing towards him, as he softly kissed you once, before pulling away. You choked on your breath as he pulled away, whining quietly as a stood up, towering over you.
“Captain- what? Where are you going?” You cried out, looking up at him.
Reaching down to your face, Price cupped your chin, giving your cheeks a small squish because speaking
“To my office. Be there in an hour”
“Yes sir” You agreed, disappointed after the loss of contact as he walked away.
Fuck. What had you gotten yourself into.
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thegreyjoyed · 3 months
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My Official Masterlist!
My Ao3 link - LINK
Girl dad ghost headcanons
Pure fluff, headcanons and general cuteness
Girl dad and Husband ghost
Fluff, cuteness, girl dad ghost!! What’s not to love
Alex Keller thanksgiving headcanons
More fluff !
Cuddling with soap as your husband
Fluff, soap being silly
Ghost being a mean bf and making you work for kisses
I know it doesn’t say it’s ghost but it’s ghost💔 he’s a meanie butt trust‼️
Valeria fluff 50 word fic challenge by deadbranch
50 words ! Not much to say there lol
Gun kink smut with Solstice(Oc)
READ THE WARNINGS!!! It’s great but there are a lot of warnings just to be safe
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phantomslag · 8 months
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my paintings of the four militarymen of the codpocalypse
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sky-is-the-limit · 8 months
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Kyle Gaz Garrick fell off a damn helicopter, hang onto a fucking rope, shooting enemies upside down while the helicopter was moving like the coolest fucking character that he is and mfs still decide not to include him in 141 content. I'm convinced that none of them played the games cause I genuinely cannot understand if you played both MW1/MW2 and still decide not include Gaz. And before you cry that people don't have to include him if they don't want to, I know? That doesn't mean I can't express my thoughts on it.
"I don't know him that well" what?! You play BOTH games with Gaz, he's literally the character you know the MOST along with Price. But you know König who's part of the KorTac faction? And include him in 141 TF content but leave out THE 141 member?
The reason why I keep talking about this is because it's kinda concerning on a different level/weird undertones that go further than fiction/game when it comes to Gaz.
P.s: fucking hell, he's so fine it hurts my soul. Till the walls turn white and all oxygen leaves my brain.
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ms-rampage · 8 months
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141 + Laswell and Alex going to a Metallica concert.
Note: I went to see Metallica last night for the first time! Along with Pantera and Mammoth WVH.
Captain Price 🔖
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• Might end up getting a cigar from James (if he were along the railing)
• Doesn't take many photos and videos. He just enjoys the moment of being there.
• Will probably catch a guitar pick or drum stick and give it to either Gaz, or Soap.
• Doesn't care for Metallica's newer stuff, but still appreciates it
• Glad he's surrounded by old people, so there won't be any crowd surfers (because there weren't any, and 80% of the people there were at least 40+)
• "PLAY SOMETHING FROM ST. ANGER!." he jokes.
Soap 🧼
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• Takes photos and videos until he runs out of storage space on his phone
• He and Alex initiate the mosh pit. Soap gets knocked down by someone bigger.
• Might get drunk, or at least a new level of shit-faced.
• Sings along even thou he has a shit singing voice. Will be bruised up by the end of the show.
• Gets pissy about not catching a guitar pick, drum stick or a set list, but is happy soap boy when Price gives him one that he caught.
• "FUCK YEAH BEACH BALLS!." he yells drunk "TALLICA DROPPED BALLS ON US!."
Gaz 🧢
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• Just like Soap takes photos and videos until he runs out of storage space on his phone.
• I feel like he would live stream it too.
• Will definitely catch a drum stick (It hit him on the head)
• Like Soap will sing along even though his singing voice is shit. He, Alex, and Soap are drunk and will be bruised and tired at the end of the show.
• Will try to stay along the railing with Price, Laswell, and Ghost to get decent photos and videos.
• Will definitely lose his hat in the crowd. Blames it on Alex because he was wrestling with a giant beach ball during Seek and Destroy.
Ghost 💀
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• Either stays along with railing with Price or stands in the back near the exit.
• Doesn't take any videos or pictures. Takes mental images.
• Might have to save Soap, Alex, and/or Gaz's asses if they get into trouble in the pit.
• Will definitely headbang, but it'll be subtle. You won't be able to tell. His mask and balaclava make it difficult to tell if he's singing along or not, but he definitely has a good singing voice.
• Will drink a bit, but won't get shit faced like Gaz, Alex or Soap.
• He definitely likes Metallica's slower songs.
Laswell
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• The literal mom of the group. Makes sure they don't get into trouble *cough* Soap, Alex, Gaz *cough* hence why she's the mom of the group.
• She also has a great singing voice. Sings along with every song. She hasn't been to a concert in decades.
• "Pantera is still around?!?! I thought they broke up?!?".
• Stays with Price and Ghost on the railing. She's not sure how she was able to get a front space. She never had that type of luck in her younger days.
• "I didn't know they made a new album. They made an album in 2016 too?? Where have I been?!?!."
• She's been busy with work that Alex, Soap, and Gaz begged her to go, and then dragged her to the show, then Price and Ghost came along to be extra supervisors.
Alex Keller
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• He, Gaz, and Soap were planning on going together, but then found out Laswell is a fan of Metallica and begged her to come.
• Definitely caught a drum stick AND a guitar pick
• Fuel is definitely his song 🔥. Sings along very loudly and horribly
• Him, Gaz, and Soap are the three musketeers... of being drunk idiots.
• "wHaT dO yOu mEaN I cAn'T cRowD sUrF?!?!." he says drunk.
• During Seek and Destroy, he tries to deflate the giant beach balls but ends up wrestling with it to get it to pop.
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local-crying-boy · 2 months
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ℂ 𝕆 𝔻 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕙 𝕖 𝕒 𝕕 𝕔 𝕒 𝕟 𝕟 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤
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How they are like in a relationship
Characters included: Captain John Price, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra
A/N: got a little lazy towards the end, I apologise. I was running out of ideas for Alejandro and Rudy :(
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Captain John Price
More husband vibe than boyfriend vibe
Since he's older, he's much more respectful and kinder than the other men.
Of course the others are also hella respectful, but there's something to Price that just gives off the vibe that he'd immediately put your needs in front of his without a second thought.
He's a Captain, as we all know, so he's often busy and being with him means you sign up for a boyfriend/husband that has a busy lifestyle and not much free time
He'd make up for the time he couldn't spend with you, obviously. Never doubt this man
Sometimes he'd shower you in gifts, anything you want. Jewellery? You got it. Expensive clothing? He's rushing to find it. Flowers? Name which ones, he'd get you every single one that he can get his hands on
Sometimes he'd take out someplace nice, anywhere you want, anytime you want. Fancy restaurant? Pizza? Sushi? If you can name it, he can find a place.
Sometimes he'd simply cover you in kisses, hugging you and taking you someplace where you can just embrace each other for however long you are able to.
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Total sweetheart, let’s be honest
He's super sweet and gentle with his touches and his kisses
He always takes time with showing affection with you, arms around you tightly as he hides in face in your neck while you hug
And cuddling with him in bed means, without saying, that you two are just going to be tangled together in a loving embrace unless it is too hot for the both of you.
Comes home to you and immediately wraps his arms around you, whispering how much he missed you while he was away
Sit down meal with this one.
Cuddles and kisses and affection and everything!
He missed you so much, he just wants some quality time with his partner after being away for so long
We all know that our favourites are going to away for long periods of time, and we all know that our boy Gaz is going to feel really guilty if he's got a partner waiting up at home
Well, not all the time, since the Task Force 141 is always dealing with life or death situations. He's not ALWAYS going to be worrying about you when he's stuck in heavy gunfire
But he would always try and call you when he is free, that is a given
Sometimes they'd be quick calls, just a simple checking in on you so he knew that you were safe and happy while he was away.
However, sometimes he'd have enough time to have a call with you that would last a couple hours
John ‘Soap’ MacTavish
Affectionate mf
You can see it from a damn mile away
Before leaving for his deployment, he's always peppering your face with kisses and hugging you tightly with his head resting on top of yours. He would stay like that for hours if duty didn't call.
Clingy asf when he comes home.
Not apposed to some sex too. I mean, the man has been away from you for far too long and he misses his love
He's the type to kiss all over your face when you get home. BIG bear hug as he picks you up and spins you around before settling on the sofa for a cuddle (you anything else your up to).
Although he's busy, he'd always find a way to message you throughout the day. Whenever he can safely get his phone out, anyway.
It's during the late evening when he tends to call you while he is away.
Especially after a tough day, all he wants to do is hear you voice, listen to you rant on about your day.
Even when you are miles away from each other, even when he can't even see your face, you are always able to calm him down.
Granted there are other ways to calm him down.
He's not above a little special time while calling you (ifykyk)
And if you're on different time zones, or you can't call. Then expect a message from him for you to send him a picture.
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
Unlike the others, our favourite Lieutenant is a little bit less touchy, especially if you two are in the early stages of your relationship.
Once he starts to warm up and he realises that he loves you and that it's going to be you and him taking care of one another, than that is when he gets more affectionate, more open with his feelings.
He tends to be more reserved in public, you'd be lucky if you get a proper hug from him while in the park or in a shop. The best you'd get is hand holding while out and about.
However, at home, he's much less reserved.
Arms around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder or the top of your head (depending on your height)
This man is less likely to talk about his feelings, so be ready for that.
If he comes home from deployment clearly distressed or unhappy, give him time to talk to you about it. He wouldn't want the love of his life exposed to the horrors of war.
Though, he would come and give you a hug if you two have been together for a considerable amount of time.
When he's like this, best to just let him be. Give him the hugs he wants people!
Like the others, he will try his best to talk to you while he's deployed.
Though, expect his messages to be short 'are you okay?' texts rather than longer conversations like the others may have
Of course, however, in the later hours, he will try and have a decent conversation with you instead of quick check up messages that can barely be considered a conversation.
He'll text you for a few hours, two maybe three if he can. He'll try and hear all about your day, but he may not remember it all. He works hard after all, and the only time you two can talk is when he is exhausted and ready to sleep.
Alejandro Vargas
Alejandro <3
He's a big softie, lets be honest.
Kisses on the back of your hand and on your cheek, but long kisses planted gently on your lips when he really wants to show you how much he loves you
He'll definitely call you names in Spanish and WILL NOT tell you what they mean. This mf will only laugh it off and kiss the top of your head
For all you know, he could be calling you insults and you wouldn't know
If you end up learning Spanish and he returns from deployment to you speaking decent Spanish to you, he's super happy (kind of bummed that he can't tease you without you knowing now)
This guy will accidently almost break your bones with how hard he hugs you before leaving after being called for deployment
You have to tell him that you're going to break with a breathy laugh
He'd let go and apologise, but will cup your face and give you a small (clique) speech about how he much he loves you and how much he will miss you
Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra
Just like Alejandro, big ol' softie when it comes to his girlfriend/boyfriend
He's more partial to forehead kisses and innocent kisses on your neck (especially when the two of you are hugging/cuddling)
And, of course just like Alejandro, he will call you pet names in Spanish.
Unlike Alejandro, he'll be happy to tell you what they mean, because it means that you are curious to learn Spanish, even if it is a little bit.
Before he leaves for deployment, big old kiss on the lips and a hug with his arms wrapped around your ribs
He'd murmur soft 'I love you's and 'I'll miss you's
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gomzdrawfr · 2 months
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Lemme put this here before I say anything:
please don't tag the artist...thanks
Anyways, today I decided to study @/valiants arts, specifically their Price :] mainly learning the way they draw eyes and body (hUGE I LOVE)
also mixing in my own style too, here's the results:
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Link of the second ref used
Doodles without the ref and stuff
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ashilyseven · 3 months
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really like these guys😭😭
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