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the-californicationist · 2 months

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They Help You Practice

Task Force 141 asks you to be the bait for a secret assignment. So, they make you audition for the role. You end up getting gangbanged by the whole team and loving it!

TW: gangbang, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, gay sex, degradation, explicitly consensual, spit? please check AO3 link at bottom for full tag list

You let yourself into his office, shutting the door behind you, and stood before him at a sharp parade rest, waiting to be informed about your fate.

“Sergeant, thank you for coming. There is no need for formalities. This is just a chat.”

You moved to a more relaxed rest and nodded.

Price continued,

“This is going to be quite the ask. Would you be willing to perform duties which are…outside of your current scope?”

“Yes, sir,” you responded just as you should have, as you were trained to, but Price was hoping you would understand exactly what you would be getting yourself into.

“I need you to go undercover to a Konni restaurant cover in Minsk…as bait. Am I making myself clear?”

A pause. But, to your credit, you didn’t flinch. You did raise an eyebrow and ask a clarifying query,

“What kind of bait, sir?”

“Our next target, Dimitri Sokolov, will be at the Black Pearl bar in Minsk tomorrow, and we won’t get a better chance to lure him away from his bodyguards. He almost never makes public appearances, so he must be making an exception. Sokolov has,” he paused for a moment, trying to find the words, making general, suggestive motions over his own chest, “particular tastes in his women. You just so happen to have the right profile for the job. Again, this is not an order, Sergeant. I need to know if you’re willing to accept.”

“Yes, sir,” you tried to appear fully in control. You knew your breasts were large, but you had never been asked to use them as a weapon. There was a first time for everything, you supposed. You would do anything to help the team.

The captain loved your composure. He knew you would be perfect for the job.

“Good. Let's brief the team.”

Price walked with you down to the meeting room at the end of the hall and found Soap, Ghost, and Gaz sitting in the desk chairs every way except the way they were designed, lounging over the furniture like big cats, melting into the various surfaces they encountered. They fixed themselves when the captain walked in.

“Gentlemen,” Price opened, “this is our bait. Her code name is Rabbit. Rabbit, this is Soap, Ghost, and Gaz.”

You nodded politely and resumed a semi-formal rest position.

The men had noticed you around the base but hadn’t been formally introduced. You were a desk rider, but still, you were hard to miss. The baggy military clothing had almost managed to conceal a bounty of soft curves, but your lush body persisted beneath it, and the outlines of your feminine form made heinous suggestions in the fabric. Unfortunately for them, you didn’t hang around the gym or the common area enough for them to have generated a fully accurate image of your enticing body, but they were certain it was delicious. They watched you like peckish wolves. Waiting hungrily, shifting in their seats in anticipation. For what, you weren’t sure.

“Rabbit is going undercover for us to take down Sokolov, Vladimir Makarov’s new shipping controller. He has a particular penchant for,” Price paused just long enough for anyone to understand his true meaning, “certain types of women. Rabbit fits the mold, so all she needs is the gear and the training.”

Price cut open three large cardboard boxes to reveal slinky dresses and a number of questionable garments.

“I’ll need to try them on,” you offered, “Do you want me to get changed, Captain?”

“Sounds good. Come back in when you’re all set,” he smiled, enjoying the view as you left the room.

Ghost crossed his arms, clearly with quite a mouthful to share and but refusing to. Gaz stared down at the knife he was playing with, bashful. But Soap would not be cowed, and as soon as you left, he said,

“Feeding her to the sharks like bait, Captain? I dinnae ken any of us was so expendable.”

“Soap,” Price warned, “the sergeant is more than capable of handling -”

“I wasnae askin’ about the lassie’s capabilities. Send her in to slit his throat with a knife in her hand, for all I care. But to send her in unguarded, unarmed? No. It’s not right,” Soap crossed his arms.

“He’s got a point, Captain. Why take the risk of losing an operative?” Ghost spoke coldly.

Price furrowed his brow at their short-sightedness,

“And do what, exactly? Have the Russians scurry back underground at the first hint of an assassination attempt? We’ve failed that mission three times, boys. I’ll not have this go south again.”

“I’m sure she is capable, Captain. But, is Rabbit committed to this plan?” Gaz asked.

“Sure,” Price tried to sound reassuring, “we spoke in my office. She agreed to come down here. Besides, she’ll have you three as backup. You won’t let anything happen to her.”

Gaz did not seem convinced. All three soldiers wore a scowl on their faces, and even though Ghost’s was obscured by his mask, his body language communicated his displeasure. Price carefully ashed his cigar to renew the glowing tip, taking a long drag while they waited for you to return.

You were back without too much of a delay, but when you walked in, your colleagues were visibly stunned. They didn’t recognize you at first. A short black dress had replaced your camouflage fatigues, showing off miles and miles of smooth, shining skin. Your thick thighs stretched the silky fabric, and your ass threatened to escape from the edge of the dress with every step you took. Your new heels clacked sharply against the cold concrete, making your legs flex and tense, showing off your well-formed musculature. You did not miss squat day very often, apparently.

But, the assets you were trying to use for this particular mission were the real stars of the show. Your heavy breasts battled against the low dip of the dress, providing a deep display of cleavage, hinting at pink perky nipples hidden just below the line of the black silk. Your tits jiggled as you struck the floor with each careful step, making the room full of men breathe a little heavier at the sight.

Soap’s big mouth betrayed them all,

“Christ in Heaven. There you are, bonnie.”

Ghost backhanded him hard on the shoulder. Price glowered.

You had put on a little more makeup than might be socially acceptable in an office setting, making the suggestive outfit complete. Finally, as you stood at the head of the meeting table, you took out your task force regulation braid and pulled your fingers through your hair, breaking up your long waves as they spilled down your neck and back.

You smiled,

“Well, do I look the part?”

Price coughed, inhaling too much smoke on accident. Gaz hadn’t moved since you walked in the room. He just stood there, dumbfounded, arms held at an odd angle as if frozen in time. Ghost cleared his throat to save them,

“Yes, Rabbit. You clean up very nicely, don’t you?”

“Well,” you sighed, “this is sort of the raunchiest outfit I found in the box. I was going to go with something a bit more casual, but I thought I’d better be noticeable if we’re going to nail this asshole.”

Gaz finally came out of his locked state, aghast,

“Noticeable? Sweetheart, this is more than noticeable. Goddamn.”

“You think it’s too much? I don’t really know what would get his attention,” you shrugged, looking shy as you confessed, “I don’t get asked out very often.”

“You could go out with me, lassie,” Soap edged his way closer to her, slinking around the table, “We’d have a hell of a time, so we would.”

“Don’t listen to Johnny,” Ghost stood in front of him a bit, snaking an arm around your cinched waist, “He thinks takin’ his birds to the dog races is a good date idea.”

“Well, isn’t it?” Soap protested.

Gaz grabbed your hand tenderly, examining your fingers like they were a precious work of art,

“Maybe you could come with me to Berlin next weekend, babes. There’s a killer music festival going on, and we could have a really good time. How does that sound?”

“Boys,” Price interrupted, “I’m sure she has plenty of work to finish here; can’t just be galavanting off with you muppets. In fact, why don’t you stop by my office after this mission, bunny rabbit, and we can work on your projected shipment dates together? You know, I used to be a logistics man, myself.”

Ghost rolled his eyes at the Captain,

“Please, logistics? You drove a truck back and forth on base delivering food to the canteen twenty years ago. I’ve read your file.”

The men all started talking over each other, forgetting your presence in favor of coming out on top of the dog pile. You smiled to yourself, eager to push more of their buttons.

Slipping one skinny strap down your shoulder, you spoke through the din,

“You know, this dress can be strapless. Do you think Sokolov wants it up…” you locked eyes with Captain Price, seeing his throat swallow hard as he watched you in the silence you had created, “or down?”

The other soldiers were stunned, unable to look away as you slipped both straps off of your shoulders and tucked them into your dress. One strap was still partially visible, and Ghost slowly moved one gloved finger up your arm, tracing your skin lightly, and finished tucking it in for you. He lingered, caressing the side of your breast as he removed it.

“You gonna be able to seduce this Russian bastard, Sergeant? Or, do you need some practice?” Price asked with a low, threatening tone.

The whole room held its breath waiting for your answer. The four men towered over your short frame, casting shadows over you like black spells, hoping you would relinquish your control over them. All of their eyes watched as you slowly, achingly lifted a hand and traced it up Gaz’s canvas pant leg, stopping when you discovered the heavy head of his cock, hardening down toward his knee. With the back of your hand, you pet it like a skittish animal, reveling in its smoothness and warmth. Your eyes found his as they fluttered, blood rushing through his body in a panic,

“I think I could use some practice, Captain.”

You felt Gaz’s rod leap at your answer. He bent down to kiss your mouth, slanting his lips fiercely against you.

Soap came up behind you, gripping your ass through the silk of your dress roughly,

“We’ll help you, lass. We’ll help you practice, won’t we, boys? Jesus, you smell so good,” he buried his face in your neck and sucked against your skin.

Ghost found your other hand and held it tightly, using it to steady you from Soap and Gaz’s assault. Price moved Gaz out of the way, earning himself a glare, and peeled the dress off of you in one fell swoop, revealing the expanse of uncovered skin underneath.

“Holy shite,” the captain breathed, whispering his lament, “Sergeant, where are your knickers?”

“I guess I forgot them, Captain,” you blushed, batting your eyes up at him, doing actual damage to his psyche.

He didn’t have much time to savor the moment though because Ghost was shoving him out of the way to pick you up by the thighs to lay you on the table. The giant knelt between your legs, pulling you by the knees until your ass was hanging off of the low wooden planks. He lifted his mask just enough for you to see him lick his lips over sharp, white teeth before feasting on your wet folds, letting the cloth of the balaclava hide most of his efforts.

Ghost created a soothing, yet electrically wet warmth in your core which made you keen loudly, only to be muffled by Price’s smoky kiss. You could taste the burned tobacco on his tongue and your skin was scraped by his thick mustache.

Gaz’s voice got your attention. He had freed his cock from his pants and started to stroke it, standing by your side and playing with your breasts with his free hand as Price savaged your mouth. He tugged on your nipple and told you,

“You know, Rabbit, you’re going to have to really put yourself out there tomorrow. Show him these gorgeous tits of yours. Make him think you’re hungry for his cock,” Gaz rubbed his head, hard and hungry for you, “Can you do that? Let us see how good you can be, princess. We need you to ace this mission”

You felt Ghost dip his hard cock between your pussy lips, distracting you from Price’s tongue in your mouth. You broke the kiss and looked up at Ghost, dazed, into his masked face,

“I promise, sir. I’ll be good,” you looked around at all four of the men, reaching out to grab Soap’s cock that he was stroking for you, “Will you show me how?”

You didn’t give Soap time to answer. The Scot gasped as you devoured him, sucking him down into your throat, making yourself gag as he fucked your throat in and out in long thrusts. He tangled his fingers in your hair. Ghost matched his rhythm below you, pounding his cock into your wet hole. You thought you could feel something on his dick. Was he pierced? You could see your slick gleam on his lips and chin where his mask was still askew.

“Yeah,” Ghost smiled haughtily, “you like those piercings, don’tcha baby?”

You didn’t have a chance to respond. Price pulled your head away from Soap’s dick, kissing your mouth lewdly again before giving you an order,

“Open your mouth wide for me, love.”

You obeyed. Then, he spit onto your tongue, warm and bubbling, before shoving your face down onto his own fat rod. It made your lips burn with its cruel girth, even though it felt relatively soft, and you thought fleetingly that there was no way your poor little cunt was going to be able to take him, Ghost was big enough to be filling, but the captain was carrying around a true weapon.

He pulled your head off of him roughly, watching as the strings of drool connected your tongue to his cockhead, growling in short, lustful breaths.

“Alright, boys. Make sure she’s good and ready for me. You know the drill,” Price barked, and then he was gone.

The drill? You looked for him, confused, and only found Gaz, who was now slapping his long dick on your cheek, knocking for entrance. He let you take his head into your mouth, having a much easier time than you did with your captain. You bobbed your head up and down dutifully, not realizing just how long his cock was until he tried to force it into your throat. He held you down for a moment, moaning shamelessly, before releasing you to let you breathe.

“You alright, babes?” He laughed.

You nodded, moaning. Ghost took himself out of your wetness and pulled you off of the table. Soap hopped up to lay where you were, and you moved to ride him, making sure to get right to the edge with him to let Ghost back in. You’d never taken two men at once, much less four, but there was a first time for anything, and you were a quick learner.

Spearing yourself onto Soap felt like someone had created a warm, custom, living dildo just for you. He was a perfect fit, and you both cried out in pleasure from the sensation. Ghost slapped your ass, hard, and you screamed, clenching around Soap’s cock. Soap moaned darkly.

“Keep suckin’ that big cock, baby. Need to teach you how to multitask,” Ghost threatened as he bent to eat your asshole, wiggling his tongue into the tight rim to gain entrance.

He started to fuck you with it, his long wet muscle moving in and out as Soap thrust himself up into you, hitting your g-spot every single time like magic. You took Gaz back into your mouth and tried your best to take him deeper into your throat. Every time you did, you would gag, and your muscles would involuntarily clench, and the whole room would moan. You started to come, feeling yourself flood around Soap, whose mouth had latched onto one of your nipples, suckling like he was trying to feed from you.

You could see Price out of the corner of your eye. He had lit another cigar and was smoking it, stroking himself, still not at his full capacity. You were scared of him. He looked like some sort of demon, breathing fire, as big around as your forearm. He wasn’t as long as Gaz, nor as delightfully curved as Soap, but he made your legs shake without even touching you. When he did touch you, rising from his chair when he wanted to fondle you, pinching a nipple, pulling your hair, forcing your head down on Gaz, it lit you up like you were kerosene and he was the match.

Suddenly, Ghost’s tongue was gone, only to be replaced by his heavy head. He was going to fuck your ass, and there was nothing you could say to stop him. You’d only done anal once or twice before, and you knew it might hurt. He went so slowly that you could feel each and every piercing as he popped them into you, one by one. Then, as he pulled back out, you felt them pop as each one went through you again, raking himself in and out gently, as careful with you as he could be. When you were more pliant, he began to throw his weight into each thrust, and Soap started to groan below you from the sensation.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Johnny boy,” Price threatened, his voice full of stern warning.

You weren’t sure what he was warning him about until Soap pulled his cock out of you and came all over your stomach, Ghost’s thrusts making the fluid smear between you two, rubbing your bodies together. Ghost pulled out next, and you felt his hot, thick ropes spray onto your ass cheeks, melting down your thighs.

Gaz abandoned your mouth and took over for Soap, feeding himself inch by inch until he found your end, leaving some of his cock out in the cold. He fucked you faster than the others, not caring to move out of the way as Soap rolled off of the table, whining like a whore the whole time.

Captain Price came around to your face, holding your chin in his hand, looking down at you without pity,

“Garrick’s got a long cock, don’t he, love? You’re being so good for my men, such a good girl. Sweet little slut, hm? You’re going to do so well on this mission. Those areholes won’t know what hit ‘em.”

He grabbed your hair fiercely, hurting your scalp, forcing you to turn and look back at Gaz. Price took a long puff from his cigar, blowing it past your face,

“Baby, he could fuck you for a hundred years. He’s not gonna come until you scream his name.”

You heard Gaz moan louder at Price’s suggestion, so you did. You screamed for him over and over, not caring who might have heard you, begging for him to come in you.

“He’s not allowed to come in you, love,” Price kissed your open panting mouth, “But, don’t worry. It’s about to be my turn, and you’ll be feeling my fuckin’ come drip out of your cunt all night long.”

Price’s voice made your blood run cold with fear. He wasn’t making threats. Those were clearly promises. Predictions of the future. His cock was tucked back into the band of his pants, but it lay in wait there like a serpent, eager to strike.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Gaz pulled his long shaft all the way out of you, his come shooting onto your lips and ass, feeling him use his hand to rub it into your skin, making you sticky. Your captain gave him a warning look, and you realized they had done this sort of thing before. Perhaps many times before. As you watched Soap and Ghost comfort each other, breathing close together, touching themselves, you wondered if they ever fucked each other as well. Picturing the four of them rutting into each other made you hungry, deep in your belly, starving to witness such an act.

Finally, it was your captain’s turn. The look in his eyes made you tremble. You knew he wouldn’t be cruel, not on purpose anyway. He wasn’t a heartless man, but he wasn’t one to hold himself back from what he wanted either. You knew that he would fuck you the way he wanted to, as hard as he wanted to, no matter how much complaining you might do about how his cock would stretch you out - even to the point of pain.

“On your back, love. Legs up. Spread that pussy open for me,” he commanded.

You did as he told you, opening yourself up shamelessly, letting your folds spread wide.

He walked around the table to gaze upon your form, staring at your pink flesh like it was a hot meal, and he was starving. He moaned, rubbing his hand across your sticky mons,

“Mm, that’s my pretty little Rabbit. Now…” he paused for effect, sinking three fingers into your hole roughly but ever so slowly, twisting his arm as he did, corkscrewing his knuckles into you, “...I want you to understand that there’s a reason I’m last in line, love.”

You cried out from the pressure of his huge hand. It felt like you were going to tear. Then, after a few hard thrusts, he released you. The emptiness you felt was heartbreaking. You looked for him, pleading with your eyes for him to return to you. He pulled his cock free from his waistband, unable to connect his finger to his thumb as he wrapped around it. You whined involuntarily, something animal in you recognizing its fate.

“Shh, baby, I know,” he drug out his voice, “I know…”

He positioned the heavy shaft on top of your body, measuring himself from base to tip, reaching your navel. As he slapped it against you, it made a loud thudding noise, slamming into your muscles like a fist. Price was so heavy. You’d never even imagined a man could feel like he was pure, warm, thick marble. Your pussy seemed to understand the panic you were feeling, flooding itself, preparing for the upcoming invasion.

“I’m so fuckin’ eager for you, love,” he slapped you again, quick taps right to your swollen clit.

Then, he put his head inside of you, squeezing himself in. He left it inside of you and started to pump himself with his hand. Between the vibration from his fist and the fact that it felt like you were sitting on the end of a steel bat, you couldn’t hold back your keening, loud and high-pitched.

Price began the steady, slow march forward, swelling harder and harder by the moment, making your walls feel like they might break. It seemed as if all the blood in your body was rushing down your belly and up your legs, hurrying to your core.

Your eye were wild, full of your fear, tears forming at the corners of your eyes,

“I can’t, please! I can’t. It’s too big, fuck…”

Price didn’t stop. He just kept feeding himself in and pulling himself back out, wetting his cock’s skin with your soaking hole.

“You can, and you will, love,” the captain growled, “Now, shut that pretty mouth and take it.”

Your cheeks were wet and your eyes burned, he was so deep within you that it felt like he was thrusting into your throat. You couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly, Soap grabbed your hand, kissing your palm, using his tongue to lick your skin,

“It’s alright, bonnie. I’m here, lass. Breathe with me, lass.”

He bent down to kiss you, but he didn’t quite connect, letting his lips graze yours featherlight. Soap breathed in and breathed out in steady, measured beats. You felt yourself begin to relax. It had such an immediate effect that you heard Price groan, able to slip himself a bit deeper than he had done.

It was like a chain reaction, the more relaxed you became, breathing with Soap, feeling him suck and lick your nipples softly, the more Price was able to squeeze himself in.

Finally, you felt his hair at the base of his cock, thick and curled, and as he sighed, he settled inside of you, impossibly pressing against your whole body, making a clear outline of himself in your lower belly. He rubbed it, almost fondly, and you felt every inch of him throb against your walls, his head bullying your womb.

You cried out again from the strain. Ghost and Gaz joined Soap. Gaz began to suckle from your breast on your left side, fondling himself as he did so, getting hard again. Ghost was at your head on the end of the table, and he bent to kiss you, upside down, his tongue running all the way down your throat, long and slippery against your own.

He pulled away, petting your cheek as Price began to grind himself into you,

“You alright, Rabbit? You enjoying your captain’s cock, hm?”

“Mm hm,” you whispered, whimpering through your tears.

Ghost smiled, and his straight, white teeth looked menacing as he did, sharp, wolf-like,

“I know you are, babe. You’re doing so well. Look at him. You can see him inside of your cunt.”

He lifted your head by your hair, showing you the grotesque shadow of Price’s heavy rod as it shoved itself into you. You reached your hands down to it, feeling it through your skin. It was so unique. His size wasn’t like anything you’d ever experienced, and your body was sending confused signals of passion, your orgasms coming in shattered, broken waves. Feeling incomplete. Too powerful, and yet drawn out like the last note of a symphony.

As you touched him from the outside, Price moaned aloud for the first time. It shocked you. You looked up at him, managing to meet his eyes.

“Fuck,” you moaned, “You feel so good inside of me, Captain.”

“Mm, yeah?” He replied, using his hands to press yours down onto his cock, making you gasp, “You like it, baby? I’m gonna make sure you never want anybody else.”

Price reached down and grabbed you by the throat, scaring away Soap and Gaz. He lifted you up, making his dick fit inside of you that much tighter with the change of angle. Then, he began the true performance. He thrust himself in with fast, punishing strokes, slamming himself into you. You were sure you would bruise, and you felt dizzy, almost like you’d pass out.

Soap was at your side again, holding your hair away from your face,

“Look at you, lassie. Such a good girl for your captain. Takin’ that cock so damn well. Can’t wait to be back inside you, girl.”

He kissed your cheek, palm massaging his dick which was back to full mast, eager again.

“Alright, Johnny,” Price grinned, “Since you asked so nicely.”

Without any strain whatsoever, Price lifted you up by your hips and held you in the air as he fucked you, bringing you around the table so that Soap could position himself at your asshole. Ghost’s earlier efforts had made it ready for him, and you could very acutely feel how much he was throbbing to be inside of you, pulsing as he fit against Price.

“Ungh, fuck, lass,” Soap groaned as he began to thrust into you, pistoning with the captain, “He’s got you so tight for me.”

“Yeah? It feels so good. Mmm…” you whimpered, feeling more full than you’d ever been.

Johnny was holding your breasts as Price lifted you up, brutalizing your pussy. Every thrust felt like an electric pulse, making you cock-drunk and mindlessly pliant.

They worked in tandem for what felt like eons, pistoning in and out with each other. Eventually, after he had felt you come, Soap addressed his captain directly,

“Sir, I’m…please, sir, can I?”

“Can you what, soldier?” Price grunted through gritted teeth, testing his sergeant.

“Can I come, sir? Please, Cap…”

“Yeah, Johnny. C’mon, mate. Let her feel it.”

“F-fuck! Fuck…” Soap groaned, pushing himself flush against your asshole, pumping his come into you.

He caught his breath while he was still in you, kissing the nape of your neck, and then he pulled away slowly. He helped Gaz replace him, holding your ass wide apart so his comrade could position himself inside. And just when you thought your poor pussy would have room to breathe, Gaz’s incredibly long shaft was piercing your hole again.

You felt him sigh, his breath against your neck. He took over holding you up, and Price praised him,

“That’s it, Garrick. She’s all yours. Take it.”

Gaz reacted to his words in a way that made you rethink their entire dynamic. Then, you remembered how he had come when you said his name. He seemed to get harder and harder the more Price praised him, and you wanted to give him that same validation.

“Gaz,” you whispered, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder, “It’s so big, baby. It’s like I can feel you in my throat. Oh, Gaz. Gaz!”

“Mm,” Price put his mouth to your neck, groaning, “That’s it, love. Tell him how much you like that long cock.”

“So much, Gaz. It’s so good,” you added.

Then, Price took his left hand and wrapped it around the back of Gaz’s neck in a moment of surprising intimacy. As Price kissed the front of your throat, Gaz kissed your shoulder and nape. You felt like a peeled fruit being shared between them, a ripped rind, your juicy flesh being split in two; two halves of a ripe orange.

Gaz lasted longer than Soap had when he fucked your ass, but Price’s attention seemed to spur him on. His movements were slippery, and you could feel the remnants of Soap’s come frothing around your entrance, easing his efforts.

“Captain,” Gaz whined, desperate for more of that approval.

“C’mon, Kyle. She’s ready for you. Good lad.”

The use of his first name made Gaz thrust up into you with a feverish pace. He cried out as he came, hard, into you. Feeling him fall back out of you made you imagine the tendrils of a giant kraken, seeming to travel forever just to remove himself from your body, slithering out of you with a terrible squelching noise.

Gaz let Price hold you again, and you turned, expecting Ghost. Price laughed at you, chuckling softly,

“Missing your masked man already?”

You looked at Price, feeling raw and used, waiting for an explanation,

“He’s a little…preoccupied.”

Price laid you back on the table, letting you turn your head to see Ghost, buried in Soap’s asshole up to the hilt, furiously jacking him off, slamming into him a little too roughly for your liking. It was violent, but Soap seemed to be enjoying himself beyond measure.

Your pussy, though, disagreed with your assessment, clenching around Price’s cock while you watched Simon abuse his friend’s hole.

“Mm,” the captain moaned, feeling your muscles react, “You like that, love? You wanna be fucked rough like that?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer. Price wrapped your legs beneath his chest in a full mating press and wrecked you, pounding into your body like a giant fist. You felt your bones shudder beneath his behemoth form. Just when you thought you might puke from how overstimulated you were, you felt him pause. Then, your pussy felt like it was leaking, and it was. Price’s come just kept milking its way out of you, his cock pulsing inside, making your walls throb.

When he finished, he kissed you on the mouth, almost lovingly, reverently. He started to slide out of you, being extremely careful, and you’d never felt so empty in your entire life. It was as if you’d never be full again. You found yourself whining, whimpering for Price to return.

“That’s right, pretty girl,” Price smiled, “Never gonna want anybody else, are ya?”

You smiled, shocked and in considerable discomfort. Gaz scooped you up off of the table, cradling you, sitting down with you in his lap in a large chair. He reached down for some water and handed it to you, helping you recover.

Price was standing with his hands on his hips, panting from his exertion. Ghost and Soap were connected like two hounds, locked together, the Scot cock warming his tall lover, groaning on every exhale.

“Well, what do you think, lads? Do we have a winner?” Price asked.

“Yeah, we fucking do, Cap,” Gaz pet your head, moving your sweaty hair out of your eyes.

“Fuck yeah, mate,” Ghost growled, pawing at Johnny again, rabid for him.

“Hear that, bonnie?” Soap managed to ask, still moaning in little breaths as he was being speared by Ghost, “Got yourself a new permanent assignment.”

Price walked over to you, grabbing you by the face and kissing you once more,

“You belong to us now, love. Perfect little slut.”

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"what's so funny?" | task force 141

this blurb has been on my mind so much ever since it first appeared in my inbox and i'm so happy to have finally written it, my dumb little gen z brain couldn't resist. thank you for requesting, and as always, i hope you enjoy <3

pairing: youngest!reader x (platonic) task force 141

warnings: none

summary: the team gets curious when you seem to having just a little too much fun while scrolling through your phone. (based on this request)

The team doesn't seem to notice your small huffs of laughter at first, and if they do, they don't seem to give it a second thought. Why would they? You laughing at random videos on your phone had practically become second nature to them by this point. So, they remain quiet, each of them doing their own separate thing in the common area. Gaz reading some random article about sharks on his phone, Ghost and Soap watching some low-budget action film on the television, and Price busying himself with some random crossword from a book of puzzles he'd picked up for himself not too long ago. They don't bother to interrupt your screen time as you sit propped up in the corner with your phone in your hands. They've come to learn you're often far too enthralled with the minute long videos you religiously scroll through to give them more than a quick smile of acknowledgement. They don't mind, however, it seems to make you happy.

Even so, they can't help but each feel a little curious as your faint smiles of amusement turn into small fits of giggles that you can barely contain with a painful bite to your lip. By the time Gaz finishes up reading his article, you're practically bursting at the seams as you try to contain your laughter. He watches you from across the room with great interest as you give your phone screen another swipe with a swift movement of your thumb. He keeps his eyes concentrated on your smiling face, eagerly waiting to see your reaction to the video you're currently watching. He's glad he did, because he's first to witness the way your resolve practically shatters as you fall into a loud fit of laughter. Each of the men give each other a shared look before Ghost stands up from the uncomfortable couch and makes his way over to you.

He stops just a few steps shy of you, "What's so funny?"

You give yourself a moment to calm down and take in a deep breath before handing him your phone with a large grin. He watches the video, his brows knitting themselves together in a state of confusion before he looks back down at you once the short video is finished playing.

"You're kidding me."

You grab your phone from his hands and haphazardly place it back onto the small table before standing up and grabbing his wrist.

"We need to do that, now."

He lets out a grunt, "We're not fuckin'–"

He's cut off by you reaching forward and grabbing onto his wrist with a soft touch.

"Please? I really wanna do it."

His eyes flicker back over to the video that's looping itself on your phone before settling his gaze back onto you who's staring up at him with a dopey grin and hopeful eyes. He's found he has a hard time saying no to you nowadays.

He sighs, "Fine."

Your face glistens with delight at his words and you're quick to pull him away from the room with the rest of the team still being able to hear you say something like, "this is gonna be so funny!"

Price, convinced you've whisked Ghost away to take part in something diabolical, quickly gets up from his chair and makes his way over to your abandoned phone. He picks it up with a careful grip and watches the video that's still looping.

Soap is the first to speak up after a few moments have passed, "What was it?"

Price's face is one of pure confusion as he turns the phone to face the men awaiting his response, "It's just a slice of bread falling over."

Gaz's face lights up as he gets up from his seat, "I wanna see some bread fall over," He cheers before rushing off in the direction of where you had taken Ghost.

The remaining two men watch him scurry off before turning to each other, the eldest of the two looking exceptionally confused as he speaks out, "Is this meant to be funny?"

Soap shrugs, "I prefer the one where the bread is having flashbacks, but the original one is fine too."

Price gapes at the Scotsman, "Flashbacks?!"

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thegnomelord · 3 months

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Shark

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(Brainrot time! Blame dougielovelove for their new work. Had a bit of a bad day and i usually dont write spicy things

This one can be set in monster au. Readers a captain of a whole different task force meant for oceanic endevours. Im talkin the readers a shark hybird (biased) their lieutenant a whale hybird, sergent an orca or a pufferfish, their newest recurits a fuckin salmon, the works.

They're close knit, heck even poly if you want. Price and the Reader meet through connections with Laswell. They find out they hav the same target, price is stubborn and wont drop the mission, despite how most of his team is not suited for water.

Reader respects it and they work really well together. A bit too well, even to the point theyre considering merging the teams.

Completely honest, Price is starting to fall for their fellow captain. I mean how can you not, they've swooped in and saved them countless times, preventing the oceans waters from completely swallowing them in the dark abyss.

Not to mention his sergents and lieutenant are just the cutest, so eager to do well and work together with his own. Just protective instincts, hit him to the point hes pickin everyone up and scentin them. They're his hoard now.

Reader and Price are settleing paper work in his office. Readers busy writing down important information and signing off reports, but price cant help but stare. How swift his hands move as each words is made and written, how tight his claws grip the pen with every small minisucle flick of the pen.

He hiccups a small flame when their fellow captain decided to extravagantly spin his pen when he trys to recall the missing info. How smooth it moves between his blackened fingers, swirling and turning flipping all between nimble and flexible rough- and hes hard.

Reader realizes Price is distracted, before he can call out their name, he glances down just to see whats got him so wrapped up in his mind.

Now all i can think about is Reader forcing Price to focus and finish his paperwork while hes got both his assets shoved up his ass. Price is just a mess, making his paperwork a completely unusable. Yet, the reader still wants him to finish, becuase if he dosent Price definitely wont.

Or they decide to have some fun, release the pent up desire the poor dragons been keeping buried. A soilder be it 141 or be from the readers own team, walks in. Can't help but love how the stoic draconic captain looks so small and pathetic under his co-leader. Joining in on the fun just to see how wrecked this great leader can get.)

Okay, this is cool and my horny is up but I made a few changes as I like characters to be more mythological and just animal hybrids, though those are cool too

CW:NSFW, quick and rough, subbot Price, Gaz, Oc sergeant, domtop reader

Price loves you. But you are one cruel bastard.

Those big rough hands of yours trace his taught belly, webbed fingers making a shiver crawl up his spine and stealing what little thoughts are left in his head as one of your hands trails down the smooth scales of his tail. "Come on dear captain, just a few more pages to go." You purr, chest rumbling against his back like the thrum of an engine, your lips tickling his pointy earlobe.

Price swears he's going to die; pants around his ankles and legs spread, stretched so wide on both of your shafts he can feel your heartbeat by the way your cocks twitch against his walls, each labored breath making his hole clench down desperately, his own hard cocks left hard and unattended.

It would be one thing if you claimed him like he wants you to, pushed him flat on the desk and fucked into him like he's nothing but a bitch to pump full of your cum.

But you don't. You just sitting inside him, hard and throbbing and still despite how much he tries to tempt you by clenching down. Price finds himself cursing the amount of patience you have.

"Sweetheart," He groans, voice too light and whiny for his own ears, head thrown back to give you a heatless glare. "C'mon, don't tease me." Price tries to grind his hips down but you hold him firm.

"Not until you finish those reports." You grunt, authoritative, and Price is stuck between wanting to bite you in revenge and trying to stifle a pathetic whine. "Go on, you only have a few pages left."

Those damn reports. Price can barely read his own handwriting, a light tremor in his fingers from the way your cocks press against his prostate. "Cruel bastard." He growls, sucking in a breath and clenching around you.

His chest flares with pride the second your claws dig into his body, not even your mind able to hold back the animalistic need to buck into the tight willing heat surrounding you. But it's a double edged sword — a hiccup of flame sparks from his mouth, your cockheads bumping his prostate and making a bead of precum spurt from his cocks.

"As if you're any better." You growl in his ear, your hair tickling his skin as you roughly nip at his though hide, pleasure and pain loosing their borders in his mind.

He doesn't notice the nicking on the door, but Price is ready for hell to swallow up when he finally registers the door open, his blue eyes rising to meet Sullivan — your hippocampus sergeant — who looks just as mortified to walk in on you like that as Price.

Sullivan's dark horse ears flicker back, the iridescent scales along his cheeks turning from ocean green to a vibrant embarrassed pink, "I- is this, this a- I can leave if, if, if- this looks like a-" The poor man stumbles over his words, eyes bouncing between Price's debauched form and your amused face.

It gets worse when Gaz pokes his head in behind Sullivan, "Hey captains are you-" His jaw falls, pupils dilating like he's a crow that just saw a shinny penny. "-oh."

You just chuckle, rough voice putting Sullivan at ease. "At ease boys," You snort, don't even attempt to hide anything, one hand sliding down to stroke his cock, so slick with his precum that his shaft slides through your hand just from you squeezing it. "Need something boys?"

Even from here Price can see the way Sullivan's eyes darken as well at the deep moan that tumbles out of Price's throat and Price has to bite his lip to keep the noises in check.

"I-" Sullivan sucks in a breath, scales slowly turning to the shade of an overcooked lobster. "I. . . I forgot."

"Can we join?" Gaz asks, chuckling at Sullivan's wide-eyed look. "What? As you weren't thinking it." He shrugs and places a kiss on his cheek when Sully nods meekly.

"I don't know." You hum, letting go of Price's cock to tilt his head to you, meeting his eyes. "Do you want your boys to help you keep focused?"

Price swallows, knows that all that awaits him should he accept would be pleasurable torture, but his bones burn with the need to have his hoard close to him, taking care of him for a change. "Yeah," He growls, less whiny and more demanding.

You hum and roll the chair back to create space for the two men beneath the table, "On your knees." You don't miss the way the authority in your voice makes both men shiver.

"You heard him," Gaz grins and pulls Sullivan towards you two by the hand, reminding you more of a puppy than any harpy as he happily gets on his knees.

Your gaze skirts to Sullivan as he tentatively settles on Gaz's right, pitch black eyes hidden behind that fringe you keep telling him to cut. "You alright with this Sully?" You ask, knowing the man's sexual experience is limited to one girlfriend and your team, and even then he's shy about many acts. "You don't need to do something you're unsure about. No one is going to be mad."

"I, yes. I want this." He swallows, looking back at you. "I, uh. . . I got some pointers." He says shily.

Gaz just snickers and throws his arm over Sullivan's shoulder. "I helped," He says proudly, wing spreading out to wrap around Sully's back.

"Rubbing off on my sergeant already huh?" You snort, your attention turning to Price when he growls, capturing his lips in a kiss to placate his demanding draconic side while your hand lets go of his cocks — an open offering to the two sergeants.

"Only in a good way." Gaz grins and leans in, opening his mouth and pink little tongue lolling out to lick at one leaking cock like he knows Price likes, lips wrapping around the tapered head and sucking on it, amusement bubbling in his chest when you hold Price's hips firm so he can't buck up.

Sullivan follows suit, less confident but still willing, holding the other cock in his smooth scalled hand and tentatively giving the crown a kiss, dark eyes watching both of your reactions as he slowly trails kisses around the cumhole, growing bolder with every small whimper until he's gently suckling on the tip like Gaz had done.

"You're doing good Sully," You praise, even your voice is hoarse from the way Price squeezes down on you now that the two sergeants are servicing his cocks. "You too Gaz." You reach down to gently pet his hair so Kyle doesn't feel left out, "Both of you, so good for me and Price."

Price, for his sake, may as well be a mindless animal from the way his brain is steadily melting out of his cocks like a lit candle, moaning low in his throat, his eyes closed to just feel the pleasure that's assaulting him on both ends. He can tell the difference between Gaz's and Sullivan's mouths, the duality of firm swipes of the tongue across his shaft and the kitten licks on his most sensitive parts making his head swim, hips trying uselessly to fuck into the hot mouths and your own cocks.

He whines when you grip his hips firmly. "No," You snort, both arms keeping his hips still so he can do nothing but endure. "You're not getting off until the job's finished."

Price shivers, "Bastard." He growls weakly, his eyesight blurry as he tries to focus on the document.

"Pot, kettle." You grin against his skin, helping guide his arm towards the documents where he left off. "C'mon, it's just a few pages, then your sergeants will be able to reward you fully."

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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Being the youngest member of 141 (platonic)

Codename: Shark/Sharky

Age: 20

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Inspired by the many works of this concept! But most specifically @meatonfork and their grim stories!

Being the youngest member of a task force of grown men who’ve stared death in the face around every day of their lives is an accomplishment in itself

Getting close with them though is an entirely different goal that you’ve somehow accomplished in your time at 141

Your kinda not sure how it happened

Like you were brought on as additional support on a mission of theirs. Unlike the others though you’d stood out

Partially due to your smaller stature cause of your young age compared to literally everyone else (even Gaz)

He’s the most hesitant of the bunch to get closer to you. Afraid that his presence will be like a curse that leads to your life being cut short.

But your stubborn though, like a shark refusing to give up on chasing its prey.

It starts with small improvements you could make in simple stuff like your stances. He sees it during some training and he takes the time to show you what to do.

He tries to leave it at that but you come to him asking for more help in other areas you thought you could do better in. A small smirk on your face as he agrees with a bit of a sigh.

You talk to him during these times. Never shutting up about something funny you saw on tiktok or some weird story.

He appreciates how you don’t ever really expect him to respond, just to silently listen to your ramblings. Knowing he preferred to listen rather than talk.

It’s nice. He begins to look forwards to your training sessions and also starts indulging in joking with you.

His sense of humour doesn’t scare you off, in fact you seem to make more fucked up jokes than he does.

“Damn that hits harder than my parents expectations” the moment after you say this an awkward silence fills the training room. Ghost staring down at you with an unreadable expression on his face, dark eyes peering down from behind his edgy mask. “Kid are you ok?” The moment he asks this your instant response is “no”

Is reallly fucking worried for your mental health. Like he’s constantly checking on you after missions and is the first to volunteer to be at your side if your experiencing something wrong

He’s seen allot of people older than you be permanently scarred by what they’ve seen and end up on dark paths. He’s attached now and refuses to let that happen to you

He hasn’t been on the internet in years so he has no fucking clue what a “vine” is or whatever the fuck is going on your “tick-tack” or whatever the hell that app was named.

But he bears it for your smile and giggles as you show him a video of a puppy

He won’t mention it but at some point he gets a tattoo of a small nurse shark circling his forearm.

A symbol of your impact on his life

If you steal a mask of his you’ll find one tailored to properly fit you a few days later slipped under your door with a small note

Calls you “kid, brat, and (when he’s feeling soft) Sharky or ankle biter”

On missions with you he tends to try and have you in eyesight unless it’s completely necessary not to

A subtle way of keeping his protective side in reign but also let you do what you do best

Be prepared if you get injured though cause he’s ripping and tearing whoever’s in his path to get to you.

Price on the other hand is also worried but isn’t afraid to get close. In fact, he goes out of his way to welcome you as best he can.

Every morning he greets you with a polite “hello” and “how’s your morning” before offering a cup of tea

Not coffee though. He says it’s bad for your health and your too young to start drinking that shit

You can’t fight him on this either, he goes full dad mode on your ass and places the coffee container somewhere you can’t reach

He often stays up late doing paperwork so if your restless you end up curled up in his office on one of the couches.

He talks about some old stories, snuffing out his cigar so you don’t breath in the smoke.

His voice is perfect to listen too and has an almost instant knock out affect on your sleepy mind

You’ll wake up in your room the next morning, one of his hats snug on your head.

He’s the only one who knows any background information of your upbringing and guards that unless you don’t really care. Even then he’s still very hush hush about your past.

He likes to give a lot of verbal affection.

Just telling you that “you did a good job!” or a “great work out there kiddo”.

Plus a pat on the back and ruffling of your hair to add onto the affection. Will also give hugs if your comfortable with them

Buy him a hat or mug with “ 1# dad/captain” and you’ll see him tear up slightly

“Surprise!!” You place down the small mug that had “worlds best dad captain” written on it, onto his desk. He goes silent, carefully taking it into his hands with a certain gentleness only reserved for moments such as this. “Thought you needed a new one” he still remains silent, staring down in Aw at the mug “thought it would also go good with the “women fear me, fish fear me, men turn their eyes away from me-“. You stop seeing as his eyes begin to gloss over slightly.

“Thanks kid” “no problem old man”

He’s always wanted kids but due to the profession he’s never had the chance to settle down. So getting something like that helps with his lingering feeling of longing and bitterness of knowing he’ll likely never fulfil that dream

But he’s has you now, along with the family he built with the others and that’s good enough for him.

As the youngest you abuse your youngest child privileges on him a shit ton with Gaz.

He just can’t stay mad lol

Unlike Ghost he’s a bit more adept to modern tech though social media has him a bit lost.

Show him all you want but he still won’t be able to comprehend why a dude screaming about something is funny

On missions he already knows Ghost is watching over you so he kinda lets him take the lead in being protective. Though if ghost isn’t there he definitely has either himself or whoever else is on the mission nearby

He also almost always makes sure for missions your paired up with at least one other person.

Soap is immediately becoming your buddy whether you like it or not

After that first interaction he kinda just mentally said to himself “aight this lil shit is sticking with me now” and went from there

Jokes. Holy shit does he have an arsenal of jokes that he tries out with you.

Once he finds your somewhat dark and weird sense of humour he sticks to it, learning what would make you laugh the hardest and feeling super accomplished in succeeding his task

Definitely makes aquatic jokes and tries to buy you sea themed souvenirs

Eventually you gift him a seahorse keychain and it now hangs from his belt. He buys you a shark one in return that you hang from your com.

He has some social media accounts but their relatively bare. He just doesn’t have the time to update them or when he’s not busy he forgets to post anything

You quickly change that and he ends up basically becoming a meme account to piss off ghost as you, him and Gaz team up in talking in slang that makes Ghost and Price so fucking confused.

You and Soap sit side by side with shit grinning faces as Ghost sits as still as a statue with the aura of annoyance. You whisper to Soap something which makes the Scottish man giggle and glance back at ghost. Personally it’s getting on ghost’s nerves but he knows if he asks his ears are gonna be assaulted by some ungodly array of words he was 100% sure wasn’t in the dictionary.

During leave he’s definitely inviting you over to stay with him back in his flat. It’s somewhat small but it’s cozy, definitely a nice stay as he takes you to a football game and gets somewhat rowdy while watching it.

He kinda has the suspicion that you might’ve not had the best home life considering your age in which you voluntarily enlisted. But he doesn’t ask incase of it being a sensitive topic.

Maybe he’s right, maybe he’s wrong but it’s an offer you occasionally take since it makes him more happy than you know

100% teaches you Scottish slang for fun

Is probably the one who calls you “Sharky” the most out of the group and is the one who insists that everyone calls you that

Price has banned him from teaching you on how to make bombs no matter how much either of you plead

That doesn’t stop him from showing you how to set them up though

And that unfortunately (for him and everyone else) also leads you to setting up better pranks due to the knowledge he taught you.

He gets the side eye from ghost every time he wakes up to find a new elaborate glitter tripwire you set up

Gaz needs a moment to warm up to you but once he does he’s joining in on the shenanigans

For the longest time he was the youngest so now he has a chance to be a role model/mentor to someone!

Gaz knows what it’s like to be the metaphorical baby of the team (he still kinda is) so he understands if your feeling overwhelmed by the other’s protective streaks

Will 100% be the only one to understand half the shit you say and be given the title of “shark translator”

“Gaz for the love of Christ please translate that”

“It basically means “I’d rather gouge my eye out with a rusty shit covered spoon than eat any more of the broccoli” honestly same”

“What the fuck”

That just gives him the excuse to make them think that what you said is a whole lot worse tho

He occasionally takes his hat and places it on your head to see it be way to big and obscure your eyesight

Don’t offer instant ramen to him cause he has ptsd from eating a shit ton of it when he was in high school

He has an Xbox 360 and a sega Saturn locked away in his room. He only lets people he trusts know of it’s existence let alone be able to play on it

Your one of the few

He does not judge if you talk to him for an hour about the most obscure piece of media, he’ll probably find it really interesting and end up down the rabbit hole of watching it.

Both of you send the creepy stories chain email to random people on base just to see what’ll happen

Like everyone he kinda assumes you probably came from a shit background. He doesn’t ask about it unless you bring it up, but he always reminds you that him and the team are there for you if you need a place to crash at or talk to

Gets pretty nervous about you on the battlefield cause of the fact your going up against men that are usually 2 times your size. But he doesn’t try to admit it since he remembers when the others felt the same about him.

Is probably the only one who doesn’t get worried about any self-deprivations humour but does kinda get worried about suicide jokes

As a joke y’all call everyone old and make jokes about getting Price a cane next Christmas (which results in about 20 sets if push ups)

He sends random low quality memes you sent to him at 3 am to Price to see if he’ll ask the next morning what “me and the boys at 3 am looking for beans” fucking means.

Like soap he encourages your shenanigans but if he thinks you might get hurt he’s stopping that shit

He carry’s around kids bandaids with characters on them for you as an inside joke

Overall their protective but they don’t overstep the comfort line.

You’ve grown on them like a parasite and now they refuse to cut you off, luckily for them you just seem to latch on even harder.

#platonic #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #captain price x reader #modern warfare x reader #call of duty x reader #Sharky y/n

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merakimaiden · 1 year

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Simon x BPD!reader Headcanons

A/N : I’m suffering by myself so enjoy. More a/n at the end.

As friends

It was strange at first, when you told him that he’s your favourite person.

He couldn’t accept the fact that you picked him, out of everyone in Task Force 141 to be your comfort person.

The both of you started out as teammates, eventually turning into friends.

Later on, you started getting attached to him. You looked forward to meeting him during meetings, standing beside him, or just sitting in comfortable silence while the both of you were doing your own thing.

He didn’t mind you being attached to him like he was a shark, and you were a remora fish. He actually found it… pleasant. He felt wanted.

He noticed you feeling jealous when he cracked jokes to other people.

When you guys started dating, you started showing your true colours.

In a relationship

He didn’t know you were diagnosed with BPD until one day you had a fight with him over something minor.

You were yelling at him at the top of your lungs with so much anger- (you kinda scared your boyfriend) and the next moment you were crying while apologising, begging him to not leave you.

The both of you sat down and ended up having a chat about your anger. That’s when you finally told him.

Simon read about it online to understand how to make you feel better.

It all made sense- the jealousy, the constant validation, mood swings, dissociation, and low self esteem.

He has a few ways to make you feel better.

He gives you gifts and notes to make you feel loved and to let you know you’re always on his mind.

Whenever he’s out without you, he gives you a simple text to let you know he’s busy and will be back into your arms soon.

Constantly reminds you that you’re the only one he loves. He tells you that you do not have to worry about him abandoning you because he never will.

Whenever he catches you dissociating, he sits beside you and holds your hand, or he hugs you close to his chest and kisses your forehead while mumbling sweet nothings.

If you ever apologise to him because you feel like a burden he will have the angriest face on. A literal death stare. He will also go on and give you a lecture about it. Beware.

He loves you so, so much and who is he if he doesn’t take care of the love of his life?

A/N : I am diagnosed, and I am not at all saying that everyone goes through this the same way as I am. This fic is based purely by my perspective and I apologise in advance if I offended anyone.

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated :)

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #boderline personality disorder #ghost headcanons #simon riley fluff

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iblameashley · 5 months

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In The Dark: Two Soldiers First Deployment

Military | Male | Gay

2,470 words Content: Fluff mostly, Virginity, Flirting, Gay Stuff, Pinning, Bad Pick-up Lines, Happy Ending.

Captain John Price | Male Reader

!!!SFW!!!

In the heart of the 141 base, Captain Price and a younger soldier navigate a different kind of mission. Some failed attempts at flirting and some awkward conversation lead two men into uncharted territory, where new feelings emerge.

PINNING

You watched as Price strode through the corridors of the 141 base; confident and with purpose. Even from this distance, you could smell the cologne and cigars from him, and it made your heart skip a beat.

You couldn't help but feel an attraction to the man; the brown eyes, the beard that only he could pull off, and that stupid fucking hat. God you loved his stupid hat.

But despite Prices confidence and purpose and his intelligence, he was still very much unaware of how his charm had caught your attention.

It had been months already, and you first believed that it was simply admiration for the older man – well, he wasn't that much older, five years at most – but he quickly stirred something in your heart, among other places.

You blushed at the thought. You'd barely dated in your whole life, but now to have those thoughts about your commanding officer? Fuck, you'd never even been intimate with anyone else.

You let out a resigned sigh and went about your task; which just happened to be in the direction Price was going.

At least your got a nice view of his posterior while you walked.

And thankful that he hadn't noticed the quiet glances you gave him whenever he appeared for you.

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THE BRIEFING INCIDENT

The florescent lights of the briefing room hummed almost as loudly as the hushed conversations of the 141 team as they settled into their seats. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, unaccustomed to being a involved in mission briefs.

Price stood at the front of the room, ready to get underway. His presence as commanding as ever.

As the room quieted down, Ghost leaned over to Gaz, his voice low and guttural. “Gaz, mate. Did you see last nights episode of 'Shadow Ops'?”

It was a new TV show that had most of the men on base buzzing. An over the top, not-at-all-realistic military show that jumped the shark by the third episode.

Partly ridiculed; partly guilty pleasure, it was a topic of discussion every Thursday.

Gaz turned to Ghost and raised a brow, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, mate. Watch every episode, its hilarious.” He chuckled.

Your ears burned and you perked up a bit, hoping you could join in and bond with Ghost and Gaz, and maybe find common ground with Price.

“Maybe we should start using the series as a training guide for future field ops!” You chimed in. “We'd be bloody unstoppable! What do you think, Captain?” You asked, flashing Price a smile.

Price had only been partially listening to the conversation and glanced down at you with a bemused expression. “Son, I'd prefer to trust my instincts.”

Whoosh. It went over his head.

Ghost let out one of his rare chuckles and shook his head. “Come on captain, its not all bad. The romantic subplots could give us stronger armour than my tactical vest.”

Price grunted in reply, not really interested in the topic.

“Too busy saving the world for some romance, Cap?” You teased.

Price sighed, realizing the conversation was spiralling. Where was Soap?

“Lets focus on real threats, real training and real results.” Price replied curtly. Price shot you a stern look that made you sink in your seat. “Personal matters are best left outside these walls.”

Shot down.

Fuck... he just flat out shot you.

COMBAT COMPLIMENTS CRASH AND BURN

The base was gearing up for a mission and soldiers were moving through the corridors quickly and meaningfully. You spotted Price once again and quickened your pace, determined to have a casual conversation with the man.

As you navigated and weaved between the soldiers in the busy corridor, you accidentally bumped Price, brushing shoulders and stumbling a bit.

“Apologies, Cap.” You muttered, your cheeks turning red.

A great start, tripping and nearly taking down your commanding officer.

Price kept his stride and simply nodded, rather unfazed. “Watch your step, soldier. We can't have you being clumsy out in the field.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat – and your embarrassment – and continued, undeterred.

“Understood, sir. Didn't mean to have two left feet...” You spluttered. “I just wanted to say I was impressed with your combat skills during the last mission. Its an honour to be a part of the 141, and serve under someone as skilled as you.”

Price nodded and acknowledgement again.

You missed the mark again.

“When you're out there, its like watching an artist work. Precision, strategy, its all there. I hope to be that skilled someday.”

Price grunted in response, more interested in the report he was reading than your compliments on his combat abilities. It was a common occurrence, though. Eager young men coming up to him all puppy-eyed and tails wagging.

You felt the frustration building. You sucked at flirting with men, and Price had a hard armour to crack.

“And Captain, if I may -” You began.

Price looked up from his documents and gave you a piercing gaze. “Son, we're all here to do a job and do it well. Keep focused on your training and you'll excel here. Flattery won't raise you through the ranks. Besides, we have a mission coming up and need focus.”

Ouch. The man had a way with just eviscerating you.

You body and mind felt deflated, but you decided to try one last time to inject a touch of humour. “Well, they do say, 'A well-executed mission is like a perfect date – flawless execution and minimal casualties.;” You laughed, hoping this would get through to him.

Price raised an eyebrow and genuinely looked confused. “I don't recall that being in any military manual.” He replied flatly.

You chuckled awkwardly and ran your hand over the back of your neck. Price couldn't see it, but your heart sank. You were a shitty conversationalist with shittier pick-up lines.

What you couldn't see, was Price's amusement as he picked up his pace and let you behind.

MESSY GIFTS

The mess hall was filled with soldiers, the clattering of food trays, and the hum of conversation. The core of the 141 team was seated at a table off to one side, and as luck would have it; there was a seat open.

You were more determined than ever to show Price you had interest in him, even though you would have an audience for it.

You walked over to the table with a tray in one hand and balancing on a gift box in the other. You paused at the table until Soap looked up and nodded.

“Have a seat, lad.” He said, inviting you to join them

You sat down and placed the box to one side, and then the try on the table. Looking over to Price, you cleared your throat.

“Cap... sir....” You smiled, “I got you something for your birthday.” You advised him as you slid the small, wrapped box over to him.

“What's this now, son?” Price questioned as he looked the box over. He picked it up and examined it. “I'll have you know that I stopped celebrating my birthdays years ago.” He informed you in a flat, almost bored tone.

“Oh, uh... I just thought it would be a nice thing to do. To show my appreciation for your leadership all these months.” You were begging yourself to salvage this situation.

Gaz was seated across the table and couldn't help but chime in. “Trying to buy favours with the captain?” He teased you.

“N-no, not at all! I-I would never!” You stammered. “It's just a birthday gift!”

Soap, never the one to back away from sticking his nose where it didn't belong, joined in. “C'mon Cap, what's in the box? The lad got you a gift and wrapped it all nice and pretty!”

Your face went flush and you gripped the fabric of your pants until your knuckles turned white. You were so embarrassed, even more so when you remembered what you had made him.

Price let out a gruff, grunting sound. He started to tear at the wrapping paper, tossing it aside and opening the box.

Inside the box was a personalized calendar. Three-hundred-and-sixty-five days of military themed jokes, puns and pick-up lines.

You winced. Fuck.

“I..uh...” You mumbled, cautiously picking your words. “I thought you might enjoy a bit of humour to lighten the mood each day.” You finally managed to explain. You couldn't look at Price – or anyone at the table – and you felt your heart swell in your chest. This was the worst time to have given him his gift.

And now everyone at the table at painted a target of ridicule on your head.

Price pick up the calendar and looked over a few pages, reading the puns and pick-up lines.

“Humour has its place,” Price remarked, rather detached from his own words. He thumbed at the pages a bit more, “But I think we need to consider professionalism in the workplace.” He added.

Price placed the gift back in the box and looked over at you.

“Thank you.” Is all he said before returning to the meal in front of him.

You could swear you saw a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, just behind his beard.

Still, the looks you were getting from Gaz and the shit-eating grin on Soaps face told you everything you needed to know right now.

They knew. And they were enjoying your clusterfuck attempts at flirting.

WEIGHTED WORDS

You were walking through the base one quiet night when you spotted Price in the dimly lit gym. He was working out alone; his body dripping and shining with sweat as he let out loud grunts with every rep.

Seizing the the opportunity, you walked over to Price.

“Mind if I spot you?” You asked, trying to make the request sound casual.

Price grunted and nodded from the bench. Without missing a beat – and maybe a bit too eagerly – you rounded the bench and positioned yourself above Price.

Your heart raced, and it took some effort to steady your hands as you ghosted the bar and followed Prices rhythm.

As the weights strained Prices muscles, your mind strained to strike up a conversation.

“You now, Cap.” You murmured, barely loud enough for Price to even hear you, “Life is short enough as it is without adding in the career of a soldier.”

Price looked up at you quizzically, but continued his set in silence.

“I mean, we should make the most of it, right?” The nervousness in your in your voice was palpable.

Price paused mid-lift and then moved to set the weights down.

He remained on the bench, staring up at you. “What are you getting at?” He finally questioned.

“Well sir, its just that I've never been in a relationship, never been with a man and I keep thinking about...”

Your eyes widened. You didn't. You did.

You gripped at the bar and squeezed, too afraid to move, and too afraid to look Price in the eyes.

“That so?” Price finally said, amusement dripping from his mouth.

Price finally sat up and hunched over for a moment, catching his breath and thinking. He swung his leg over the bench and turned so you were at his side.

“Son, you're not the first soldier to have feelings for a fellow officer. I'm grateful and honoured that you're looking to me for guidance in this matter, but I've been bound to duty for years. I haven't sought out a relationship due to the dangers and reality of this job.” Price explained, taking on a fatherly tone. He turned to look at you, putting on his best, supportive face.

You stood there, shocked into silence. Price couldn't possibly be this stupid.

“Its a complex situation...” Price continued with at a very slow pace, like the words were glue in his mouth.

“Oh.” he remarked. He looked like a deer in headlights.

He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.

Where was your flight instinct when you needed it?

“Never?” Price prodded. “Like... ever?” He questioned you.

Oh, if a bolt of lightning could strike you down right now you'd be forever grateful.

“Never.” You managed to murmur as your face went bright red. There was a knot in your stomach that twisted hard. Or maybe it was a searing knife. Whatever it was, it was deep inside you and making you ill.

“Why me?” Price asked. His fingers nervously playing with his knees. “I mean... I did suspect. But I brushed it off as just another soldier admiring a superior.”

“Because you're... you, Price.” You confessed. “I do admire you, but its more than that. You're intelligent, hard working and handsome.”

Your legs finally made a choice for you and marched you around the weights and planted you firmly beside Price. You hated that you could smell him. The sweat and cigars and cologne. The feelings that stirred in you.

“I'm your superior officer.” Price reminded you. Or maybe he was reminding himself. “Its inappropriate.” He added, nodding in agreement with himself.

Prices hands gripped his knees.

“You're worth the risk.” Your words echoed through the empty gym, and deep into Prices mind.

He hadn't been in a serious relationship in years, and truth be told, he didn't know why it never worked out with women.

But now he looked at you, and something stirred in him.

It was a mistake. It was wrong, and it was likely going to cost two men their careers.

“Well, son... er, Soldier.” Price corrected with a smile. “I'm not a virgin... exactly. But I've never been with a man. If we decide to take the next step, this will be a learning curve for us both.”

“Well, you're an experienced man and an excellent leader, I'm sure you'll take good care of me.” Your words came out soft and sweet.

Prices heart had to be racing as out of control as yours, but he still reached out timidly with his pinkie finger, grazing your hand.

You reached back, shifting you hand closer to his.

“Two gay virgins, huh?” You jested. “This should be interesting. Where do we even start?”

“I think a good and proper date. I think... I should take you out for dinner and drinks.” Price smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked at you softer now, a spark warming his chest. He was excited to be desired by you.

“That sounds lovely.”

Your hand moved under Prices, and he slowly entwined his fingers with yours.

“Yeah, it does, doesn't it?” He agreed.

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azereus · 3 months

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Masterlist

Call of Duty

Task Force 141

Drabbles

Lazy Mornings

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Hcs

Cat Hybrid! Ghost , Ghost with Civilian! Reader , Ghost at home , Wedding Headcanons

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Hcs

Plus-Sized Reader , Pigeon Hybrid! Gaz Pigeon Hybrid! Gaz Rewrite , Military Reader Angst , Epaulette Shark Hybrid! Gaz , Gaz sees you dating someone new , Wedding Headcanons

Drabbles

Sunflowers

John "Soap" Mactavish

Hcs

Going horse back riding with him

König

Hcs

Poly Relationship w/ Horangi

Horangi

Hcs

Poly Relationship w/ König

Nikto

Hcs

Short Headcanons (+ Krueger)

Krueger

Hcs

Short Headcanons (+ Nikto)

#masterlist #Yippee new masterlist because I'm deranged!!#call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #call of duty x y/n #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #könig x reader #horangi x reader

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sopiao · 8 months

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hii! hopefully you’re not swamped with requests or studies 😓

but can i request a hyper fem reader (uses she/her) that also wears a mask just as much as ghost? always wearing pink, gets her nails super long and glittery, pink gun, pink knives with stickers. like she is only ever seen in a mask. only way she can express herself is through make up and the 141 always notices little details or changes. even after killing and enemy and there’s blood across their face and mask but still mange to look so cute and bubbly.

could you use the callsign you use? i feel like shark would totally fit this!

have a good day!! ^^

-🧸

OMG???? LIKE?? YESS???????

I FUCKING LOVE RHIS IDEA SM!!

(dw bbg- studies r getting better :))

141 with a hyperfem masked female reader

When your first recruited and joined the task force everyone just stops and stares when you walk into the room.

They’re confused when your face is covered, only eyes being visible, makes them even more intrigued with you.

They’d 100% unconsciously move to the side to make a path for you when you walk by.

I feel Soap would be very interested and excited whenever you get new nails, always super sparkly, pink, pastel, and covered in charms and pearls.

Soap is always the first one to see and the one to pick out your next colors. His favorite combo being pink and green.

Shark would call everyone baby girl when they’re all grown men with balls (hopefully y’all saw that tweet).

“Is you LGB? cuz your gun pink” -Gaz

Constantly leaves glitter everywhere you walk.

Definitely gave everyone ‘1 whore 1” pins with a hello kitty with a pink AK behind her for Christmas. Which they all wore on their vest.

You would give out stickers as a form of praise and reward like teachers would to kindergartners.

Price would keep all the stickers you give or just leave behind in your path.

—

“Soap!” You walk into the rec room, not even bothering to look for him, just calling out his name (not the obnoxious loud kind of yell). He immediately would drop whatever he’s doing, a conversation, a game, a task. Knowing by your tone and excitement in your voice that you already have a new set.

“Oohh! Even better than the last” He says, smiling when you lay your hands out for him, he smiles even more when he sees that you picked charms that he recommended.

“I liked last weeks better, had more glitter” Ghost sudden appearance made you both jump. Almost bumping into him since he was leaning over your shoulder behind you.

Sometimes during briefing, you’d rest your head on one hand and the other would be around Soap’s shoulders, ever so often scratching his head and ruffling his hair like a dog. Some recruits would mistake you two as a couple, they’d comment how they can tell you’re the more dominant one.

—

Ghost would always be next to you, sometimes by coincidence, but mostly by preference. Whenever you two walk into the room together you always call him your twin or your mini-me.

“Can’t tell the difference, huh?” You asks the latest recruits, elbow resting against Ghost, pointing between the two of you. Even though there’s a very obvious height difference, your dramatic lashes and pink eyeshadow boomed through your balaclava, you had pink guns and knives in your holster, pink and yellow glow sticks on your belt, and Ghost was a 6’4 built like a Greek God british man.

But the rookies are too intimidated by both of you that they’re too scared to even disagree. Just nodding vigorously as you skip away with Ghost following behind.

—

“Take cover!” You yell, tossing a grenade across the barrier, signaling you’re teammates about the blow. Within seconds the ground shakes and you can hear bodies being thrown due to the impact. Unexpectedly to them a cloud of pink and glitter exploded along with the grenade.

“What the fuck?” Gaz looks up after a light layer of glitter dusts on top of him. The rest of them looking up and seeing the pink in the sky.

“Rest in pink” You bow your head to pay your respect.

—

“Shark..” Price speaks up beside you, the rumbling of the truck going on rocky terrain constantly rocks your body against his. You immediately snap to look at him, almost making jump from your crazed but happy eyes.

“Why don’t you wipe all that off, sweetheart?” He asks, holding out his handkerchief for you, motioning to the blood that’s splattered across your mask and whatever it could touch on your uncovered part of your face.

“No”

“Why not?” Gaz asks, from your other side.

“I don’t wanna smudge my makeup :(“

—

“Shark, did you do something different with your makeup?” Gaz asks once you walk into the meeting room to meet the rest of them. Yes, you did do something, there are little white and magenta accents in your eye lashes. Gives your eyes and lashes a highlight of color.

“Why yes I did. Thank you for noticing, sweetie” You pinch his cheek and sit on the empty seat next to him.

“You changed your highlighter too” Ghost speaks up from next to you, he can tell with your eye shadow and slight nose contour that you switched to a more finer and brighter highlighter.

“Did you change how you do your eyeliner? Looks bolder” Soap asks, inspecting your eyes closer.

“I think you look nice overall, hun” Price chuckles at how they inspect and comment on every little change of your appearance. Your just proud that you’ve taught your boys well, being able to know the names of every makeup technique and step.

—

“You got a little bit of Shark on you” Price interrupts Ghost mid sentence to point out the small patch of glitter on his shoulder.

A couple days later Ghost stops him for the same thing.

“Cap, you got a lil Shark on you” He taps him on the back and shows a small strawberry sticker that was stuck on his vest.

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sosadz · 5 months

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Should’nt have.

Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader

warning : mc death, fluff to angst

1774 words

Ghost was never an open man, he made some little here and there exception in the past for… let’s say, one particular Scottish man. But after he got K.I.A Ghost has changed. Other than Price and Gaz. No one in the Task Force 141 knows nothing about him and he knows nothing about anyone. He doesn’t care to know a thing about other recruits if he doesn’t have to.

He vowed to himself that from that day he won’t let it effects him. He likes to believe that he doesn’t want anyone to get closer to him because it will effect his mission but deep down he knows. Inside the walls he created to protect his own heart, there was a scream. A very scared one.

Something inside him was scratching him from behind those walls. If he let it out it will scratch him from inside out and will eat him alive until there’s not a single blood left in his body. He’s afraid of losing someone he cares so deeply for and someone who makes his life a little more brighter. He couldn’t afford that to happen again.

He was fully capable of doing so until you joined the TF 141. At first you were annoying in his eyes. Way too annoying. Always has something to say, always so caring and gentle. It itches his mind so much. Even after he snapped once and ended up yelling at you because you refused to leave him and go to the RP alone. Yet here you are, trying to make a silly light-hearted conversation with him in the middle of the mess hall. “you know sharks don’t have bone, Lt?”

“No” He simply said it. He never speak to you more than he has to. Usually you would keep going, ramblings about it with or without his reply. But today after a simple denied from him you went quiet. Perhaps he pities you, perhaps he wants to know more about sharks, you would never know. But the truth is, he just likes hearing your voice.

“Tell me more about it, sergeant” A soft smile creeping up on your face then you proceeded to tell him why Sharks don’t have bone. He didn’t look at you directly but a man like Simon will always know it. A tiny little smile formed at the corner of his lips but it was concealed by his balaclava. You have no idea how many times he unintentionally smiled while he was listening to you.

It was always like this. You and him sitting together, he barely says anything and you never fail to keep the conversation going.

one month,

three months,

five months had passed.

You found yourself laying on his laps talking about your day while he was caressing your hair carefully as if every inches of you are so fragile he might break it with one wrong move.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said, looking up to meet his beautiful hazel gaze. His eyes meet yours back and gave you a silent nodded. “Do you like it when I call you Simon or Lieutenant more?” A soft chuckled you couldn’t see appeared behind his balaclava. “Simon” He replied, tucking a part of your hair back behind your ear. “But it’s better if you call me Lieutenant in front of everyone” He added. You nodded with full understanding. No one really knows about you two yet. They might have figured out you both have some sort of relationship going on but that’s about it. They didn’t know how much night has been spent with you and him in his bunk bed cuddling, hugging and thousands of words coming out from both mouths saying how much each other’s mean to them in their own way of expressing it. They didn’t know you both were this close.

One day the TF 141 was sitting together in the briefing room with Price standing in front of them, telling the task force about how he planned this mission. Turned out that you, Gaz and a couple of new recruits have to help rescue a hostage from Makarov men.

Of course as this whole secret relationship has developed more and more as each days have passed causing Ghost to protest. When everyone including you left the briefing room he immediately walked toward Price and asked if he could come with Y/n. He gave Price all of the reasons he could ever think of. It is a very dangerous mission and he was very worried for you. And as cliché as it was, Price denied.

He left the room frustrated, but he kept his cool. “bloody hell…” He murmured to himself then a sight of you walking passed him caught his eyes, he grabbed your hand and dragged you away to his bunk. You didn’t have a chance to protest. Not that you will anyway. So you let him. “what’s going on, Simon?” You asked as soon as his bunk’s door closed, your brows furrowed in confuse in his suddenness. “Be careful in your next mission, don’t try to be a hero and save every soldiers in sight. Save yourself first, got it?” He said in a demanding tone. He was serious. He knows how dangerous Makarov men can be, especially for a recruit like you who only joined task force 141 for only a year. He trusted your skill with his whole heart but obviously you didn’t have enough experiences for this mission in his perspective. “I will, I promise to look after myself first” You tiptoed to his height and gave him a quick kiss. It didn’t do much, he will be worried regardless any method you use to reassure him at this point but at least you promise to look after yourself first to him. “we will end up here, sitting next to each other, like we always do” You grabbed his hands then traced the back of his fingers softly. Sincerity in your tone made him more calm. He didn’t say anything more but trying to clear his mind and tell himself everything is going to be alright.

But it didn’t.

All he had to do was to go against Price command and went with you. But that’s not him. But he should have. So that you would still be sitting next to him right now just like you said. He blamed Price, he even blamed god, he blamed that one recruit who made a mistake while they were on a mission and causing you to be the one who’s laying beyond the ground right now. But no matter how much he blames someone else, he blamed himself even more. He is the one that couldn’t protect you. He should’ve known it was too dangerous for you and you wouldn’t make it out alive. He wasn’t even there for you when you got shot. Hell, he was busy helping someone else who he knows is capable of completing the mission alone.

His hands gripped your dog tag so tight that if his hands isn’t so thick it might have bleed already. A tear slipped through his eye it fell on his balaclava causing a tiny wet spot under his eyes area. A scent of you were all around him. You spent your time so much in his bunk to the point where all of his belongings smelled like your perfume. The one he told you it smelled too sweet for him but now he wished to smell it from the crook of your neck more than ever. He couldn’t escape you. Not that he wants to. His closet still had some of your clothes, at the top of his bunk bed there was a small dried flower you picked up for him in the forest when you were on a mission back in the past. You told him to get rid of it and that you will find a new one for him since the one he had didn’t look good anymore. Thankfully he never did.

His gaze caught a similar face, it was your picture under his pillow. It must’ve slipped out when he destroyed the bunk after he heard the news.

‘Lieutenant, I think our mess hall has the nastiest food, how did you stand it’ You, after your three months in TF 141. Oh, to hear that voice of yours again.

‘Lieutenant, what if when we called an air strike on them while they’re shitting? wouldn’t that be the worst way to die?’ To be able to hit your head slightly for making a dumb joke again.

‘Lieutenant, can you help me train? I feel like I couldn’t catch up with the rest of the team’ To be able to touch you and making memories with you again.

‘I love you, Simon’ You, the first time you said you love him. He didn’t say it back, he never did. ‘I know’ You always added it after saying how you love him. He is a man of action and you know that.

You know he loved you.

His heart ached. All he could do was buried his face on the black shirt you left in his closet, grabbed it tight like it will disappear as soon as he let it go. You weren’t here anymore. You were gone. How could he accepts that? He once lost a dearest friend of his now he lost the love of his life. Why him? Why everyone he loves?

Your voice still ringing in his head over and over like a reminder that you were here. Your little giggling, your gentle touch on his shoulder when he was stressed. Your tiny face snuggling into his embrace at night.

No more of that.

Everything about you were gone now he was left with only your scent lingering around his bunk, memories he made with you in his mind and a picture of you.

A thought hit his mind causing him to shake, his breath became more heavier. What if one day he forget your voice, forget the way your touch felt on his skin, forget the look on your face. What if one day your scent fades away from his bunk, from his closet, from your clothes.

The thought of everything about you fade away from him entirely made his knees weak, his body was trembling on his bed.

“Please”

All he could do at the moment was begging and begging to someone. But there was no one.

He was left alone with his own thought, on the bed with the scent of you.

Which he knew wouldn’t be there forever.

#ghost #simon ghost riley #cod #ghost cod #cod x reader #ghost x reader #cod x y/n #ghost x y/n

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islandtarochips · 1 month

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

Talofa everyone! I am IslandTaroChips or you can just call me Taro or Chips! I'm just scrolling around Tumblr for any inspirations for me to make any kind of Fanfic story that I'm very interested in (Which it's mostly COD). Let me tell you more about myself before you went on ahead of looking at the rest of my blog here!

Introduction: General:

· I am 23-years-old who loves any fandoms that I'm interested in · Creating OCs in writing is what I do (I can't draw but I'm learning to) · Writing fanfic or a short story about my OCs or any other people's OCs (For I know we all wanted to have comfort characters in our life or we wanted to comfort them) ·I am currently working at the moment and trying to help my family. So please don't expect me to get things done from here. ·I'm Samoan who was born from America and lived the rest of my life down in the Island (Doesn't know ALL of the Samoan language T-T) ·I really do love making OCs on any fandoms that is base with the Polynesian sides (Mostly the Samoan ones) and would love to share my culture with you guys here ·can write Y/n x Canon characters ·I'm a sucker for angst, fluff and romance

Fandom/Interests that I'm into:

·Call of Duty (Only the Modern Warfare that I know about but didn't play :D) ·Genshin Impact ·Honkai Star Rail

Some things I’m not Interested in:

·Not into writing NSFW ·Not into writing MLM or FLF ·Not into writing Spice either ·Not into writing a threesome or more kind of relationship

DISCLAIMER:

·You can interact with me if you would like but please be nice and kind before doing so ·If you are not and you decided to say something negative towards me. I will have to respectfully to ask you not to interact with me but if you don't respect that than I have no choice but to block you. ·If you would like to request of me writing a short story with your OCs x Canon or a Y/n x Canon. I would GLADLY accept it! But there will be boundaries for me not to do it. ·Letting you guys know that there will be some swearing words in the story ·JUST because I said that I'm not into writing MLM or FLF DOESN'T mean I'm disrespecting of who they are. For I am a Christian but I don't push my religion on here. For I only wanted to do some fun writing in here and expressing of what I'm passionate of.

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 OCs: (No Drawings I'm Afraid :,( I'm sorry...)

Tiala "Shark" Toa 🦈📄 Captain Kanoa Toa 🇦🇸📄 Nigel "Squirrel" Harrison 🐿️📄 Agnes "Blast" Falagi 💥📄

What is the Warrior Task Force?

Here are the story that I did so far if you're interested of reading it:

Farm AU (141 x Reader):

Farmer!Price x Farmer!Female!Reader 🚬📝

My OCs Stories:

The Blame (Kanoa's Angst Story)

Another thing, I would only create ONE story every month. For once I published ONE story, it’ll drained me out so much when I’m done publishing it. So I want to take a WHOLE month break before getting back on track. But I will still post small skits or some infos about my OCs and other random stuff.

I will still continue on making the story before the next month. I just need a break before charging myself again to find some inspiration to make another story. Ok! That’s about it! Thank you for reading this far! Love ya!😘❤️

#introductory post #intro post #my ocs #welcome to my blog #about me #pinned post #my work

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sam-burger · 1 year

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my silly little task force 141 headcanons :p

A/N: there are probably several spelling mistakes, sorry! this is also my first time posting something this long, and im posting from my phone so i can’t add a ‘keep reading’ SORRY! lastly,, this is heavily inspired by and definitely piggy backing off of a lot of this post, so a lot of credit goes to that writer!

soap

he sleeps with a night light whenever he can meaning he literally carries a night light with him whenever he travels somewhere (just in case)

some of his fingers are crooked because he broke his hand punching a wall just to prove to 141 that he could break it😭..

he has a red iphone, his case is matte black, and he keeps his cards in the back of the case. yes this is a red flag.

he owns a fluffy black kitten and treats her like a literal princess whenever he’s able to be at his house.

i think he also owns like a fuck ton of plants and he has to pay his neighbor(s) to water them for him while he’s away. its such a pain in his ass but he will NOT get rid of them because he thinks they brighten up his ‘humble abode’

was a lil chubby as a kid, even up to around 14. he is still self conscious about it and gets so embarrassed when anybody brings up an old picture of him

CORNY. literally looks up ‘funny jokes 2022’ on google

price

he definitely collects SOMETHING

something he’ll absolutely never admit is that he genuinely enjoys hallmark movies. it’s a guilty pleasure

he organizes secret santas and fun events for the task force a lot because they all deserve a break sometimes. he treats them like family!

whenever he doesnt have to wear his uniform he’s always in sweatpants and/or fluffy socks. heavy on the sweatpants, he gives off major comfortable dude vibes ya know. also has those stupid shark slippers,, or slides whatever u wanna call them

He’s a dog person. there is NO WAY he isn’t. he probably has a bumper sticker that says “adopt don’t shop” and i love that tbh

ghost played richest killers for him as a joke one time in a bar and he actually thinks its peak music

ghost

paints his nails black but only when he’s like drop dead bored.

he can eat so much food in one sitting its crazy like hes a human vacuum. the task force is used to seeing him eat a shit ton by now but whenever someone new is around they’re always so shocked like WHATTTT

obsessed with tiktok. it’s unhealthy

listens to uk drill and bruno mars EXCLUSIVELY

for the soapghosters: ghost slaps the shit out of soap’s ass anytime he gets the chance

in private ofc! he hates pda so much for some reason.

secretly really good at art, whatever type of art that may be. He journals whenever he can which is pretty rarely. super duper secretive about this though!

DRY TEXTER.

gaz

he has two cats at home and his family takes care of them for him when he’s away

speaking of family (idgaf abt canon. haven’t read it and will never read it) he has an older sister and a sister thats around maybe 8/9 and he loves them both to DEATH.

he rlly loves starbucks seasonal drinks. he always calls starbucks “starbies” and it annoys the fuck out of Ghost

absolutely uses :/ and :p when texting/messaging and is so informal (just like me..)

his phone case is yellow and he is obsessed with sunflowers

mocks soap’s accent for the fun of it

#mw2 #mw2 imagine #modern warfare #cod #call of duty #simon riley #johnny soap mactavish #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #john price #kyle gaz garrick #cod imagine #mine #cod headcanons #modern warfare 2

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HI IM BACK idk u can call me jane doe or jane if u want i’ll probably be back a TON. hope ur doing well today!!! lighting sage and thinking of u hoping ur day is full of blessings also i Also have a ghost self insert and a cod self insert..:.. might anon send u stuff of them sometimes i Don’t have a blog atm….

ANYWAY.

more shark headcanons omo please?

SajhfdfjAJSADSJ omggg you can def use my mailbox as a home (I'll even set out some pillows and blankets for ya!) AND YAAA OMG PLS TELL ME ABT THEM, LOEV TO HEAR ABOUT YALLS CHARACTERS/SI'S

And fhgfdghdf 🥺💕😎😎

-So Shark is technically a Kortac member but was given the task of doing some infiltration work within the 141. bc/ who would expect the medic to be the rat (and also so I can have Shark sandwiched between any character heheeh) so, Shark was trying to think about how he could wriggle a bit closer to the 141 and make it seem less weird how they suddenly got a new medic despite already having some and what better way to break the ice than to melt it? Anyways, mans is having casual drinks with the lads and you know how dudes will just go out back and take a leak? Well, Shark was going to do that- until he realized he forgot his dick back in his room but, he's tipsy enough where he still thinks he can make the clear of his zipper- needless to say he fucking pisses himself (but hey, it got a few laughs and now it's a tale told the next day so, it's a win in Shark's mind)

-In general he doesn't mind popping a squat if he's forgotten his dick but, it will have to be a "If I don't pee now I will piss myself" type of scenario bc/ of how it's a bit more of a vaundurable postion to be in

-Has totally pissed himself during a mission, but he will gaslight others that he didn't piss himself, it's just someone else's bodily functions on him (this only works when you know, there is someone who got injured during the mission or if Shark was in the vicinity of other's fluids lmao)

-One to want to completely finish his work before he allows himself to pee. So sometimes someone could walk in on him, doubled over, legs crossed and bouncing in place bc/ he wants to finish the write up report (he believed that saying of "When you need to pee you work better" xD)

#m #omorashi #omocute

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jaymiestuff · 1 month

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i have been on the internet since sonic comic dubs were a thing only to be using this website now,,,,

anyways haaaiiiii >_< my name is jamie!! or jay/june you can call me whichever but everyone calls me jamie

here are some basic things to know about me!!:

- prns: she/he (she/her is slightly preferred BUT i really donmt mind at all!!)

- i am an unfortunately very whitewashed cuban + mexican guys please i promise you im trying to get that gringo out of me TRUST

- i am OMNIMAN. (omnisexual)

- i am a hellenic pagan! which means im basically just a pagan that worships gods in the greek pantheon

some stuff i’m interested in!!!:

- LEGO. MONKIE KID.

- undertale/deltarune

- spiderverse

- tmnt/rottmnt (all of the version are cool as fuck INCLUDING the old movies)

- resident evil

- call of duty (only cus theres hot men in it 😍😍😍😍 i do NOT fuck with the military but i would definitely fuck someone in the military put me in task 141 or kortac my legs are SPREAD just thought id explain that a little)

- MARINE BIOLOGY!!!!! SHARKS!!!!! WHALES!!!!! NUDIBRANCHS!!!!!!! SEA HORSES!!!!! SEA ANGELS!!!!!! YOU NAME IT!!!!!!!

uhhhh no dni list cus thats stupid i’ll just block you if i think youre weird

OK BAIIIIII :3

#intro #what the fuck #someone help me #how do i use this #YEEEEOWCHHHH!!!!!!!!

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heightkeener · 4 years

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Your Personal Guide to Hawaii and Things to Do

HAWAII VACATION IN JANUARY

The Hula Bowl maybe your faculty Allstar football match. This can be the opportunity to observe the greatest players play with their final playoff match. The NFL Pro Bowl brings with all of the top-rated expert football gamers to get head to head contests. Held in the well-known Banzai Pipeline around Ehukai Beach Park, body-board surfers from across the globe have come to flaunt their own talents. It is interesting to its loving followers and anybody who loves good external contest.

Annually close to, January 2-1 you may delight in this yearlong party of early Aztec sports contests. It has traditional music, games, hula dance, arts & crafts, and crafts.

If you're planning a trip to Hawaii in January, listed below are a couple annual regional events for you to think about contributing to your own itinerary.

For More than Five Decades, Honolulu has repeatedly held that the Narcissus Festival. From mid-January, its own aim is always to conserve and encourage culture and customs. Honolulu's China Town jumps with parties like conventional lion dances dance at the roads. There's that the Narcissus Queen Pageant, Coronation Ball, China Town Open-house, Folks dances plus a Style Show.

Late January is the beginning of Honolulu's Cherry Blossom Festival, among the longest-running cultural parties Within the Country of Hawaii. Lasting via March there is certainly far to watch. Some high lights would be japan tea service, Heritage honest in the Western Center of Hawaiiblossom arranging demonstrations.

BEST THINGS FOR FAMILIES TO DO IN HAWAII

On every one of those islands, you'll find lots of pursuits and experiences for you and your family members to have.

Kauai is just among the better islands to see in the event that you're planning a trip into Hawaii together with kiddies. However, the island of Kauai, kiddies are recognized and welcomed since the culture and tradition of Kauai facilities round ohana or loved ones.

Some matters you and your Family Members can perform collectively around the island of Kauai are:

Crafts and ethnic tasks usually sold in the hotels of Kauai.

FISH-ing

Beach Front matches

Naturel walks

Browsing Classes

Sand sculpture competitions

Coco-Nut frond weaving

Tide-pool researching

Excursions

The island of Kauai additionally includes two amazing museums for kiddies. Even the Kauai Children's Discovery Museum at Kapaa includes lots of interactive displays which individuals may relish as well as also the Starlight Planetarium that informs the way Egyptian voyagers utilized the celebrities, winds, and sea to browse their own canoes across the Pacific. This system occurs on Saturdays.

Oahu additionally includes a few amazing family experiences out there.

Submarine rides that take one by underwater boats, airliners and reef constructions.

House to Hawaiian Waters Adventure Park

sea-life Park at which you are able to match swimmers, sea turtles, stingrays, sharks, and moray eels.

The island of Molokai has a special picture to provide family members. Molokai is ideal for your household who likes to learn more about the spacious jungle, explore tide pools and cruising across fauna shores. You may also rope cows in the actual island ranch which makes the own home on Molokai.

Molokai can also be ideal for budding astrologers because its cloudless evenings make it possible for one to observe the constellations absolutely!

Lanai could be your least crowded of each of the Hawaiian islands helping to make it popular with families such as basic safety. There continue to be a lot of matters for households to perform the island of Lanai.

Investigate the whole 141-square shuttle in the world by 4X4.

View the dolphins and humpback whales which play with

Create a lei

Discover how to hula dancing.

Though Maui has turned into really the hottest island for honeymooners you'll find lots of matters for family members to accomplish.

Research a bamboo woods and search for infrequent tropical

Hiking

Volcano researching

Glass-bottom vessel rides

The Maui Ocean Center features a 750,000-gallon open-ocean tank along with walkthrough glass tubing

The hotels of Maui additionally offer you lots of tasks to his or her younger company.

That really is actually the biggest of Hawaii's islands also it has got the most significant spouse and children. Family adopts family members and you can find a number of intriguing matters for people to perform with all the Big Island of Hawaii.

Research the Kona shore which boasts jungle such as lava plains

House towards the rainiest town in the USA -- hi-lo

Investigate the planet's greatest mountain, Mauna Kea that will be 13,796 ft. above sea level.

See the volcano

View black lava stone

The huge island now offers camping for many families who appreciate the outside so that they wish to maneuver too!

No matter your loved one loves undertaking, you are going to have the ability to detect it using 1, or even some, of those Hawaiian Islands.

HAWAII GUIDE

Honolulu is currently among the absolute most well-known locations in Hawaii and it is just a big town, is found in the front end of Waikiki. The most important tourist destination popular places in Honolulu would be the Caribbean area - that the Pacific location's chief economic and company center, also Waikiki, one's core of Honolulu. Waikiki is popularly famous because of the narrow coastal shore region, that has turned into one among earth's most prominent shores, lined with lots of exceptional stores, lodging, and restaurants.

Dominated by the imposing Diamond Head volcano, and it's currently extinct, Honolulu is popularly famous because of the tropical scenery, palm-trees, refuge, neighboring islands and also the Mamala Bay, by which a selection of watersports will be available in the offer you.

Honolulu journey:

Having huge people and most dispersing metropolitan locations, site visitors in Honolulu could come to be busy, especially because of this bunch of oneway roads. Additionally, there really are a lot of vehicle parts and also on-street parking spots within fundamental Honolulu, and automobile leasing is extensively offered. Leasing a vehicle in Honolulu is still perhaps one of the handiest tactics to learn more about the island of Oahu, but some other favorite techniques of transportation comprise buses, coaches, taxis and possibly even bikes.

Honolulu International Airport (HNL) stands approximately 4 kilometers / 6 kilometers in the middle of this metropolis and has been a significant transport hub. Most travelers arrive every day in Honolulu airport terminal from southern America, London along with different neighboring Islands. Together with 3 terminals and also a wide selection of amenities, the airport is no more than a brief excursion from fundamental Honolulu, using numerous hotels near.

Hotel premiums at Honolulu in many cases are substantial, even though an assortment of price range options usually exists, specifically bed and breakfast lodging, and that is typically well offered. The Youth Hostel at Honolulu presents exceptionally cheap rooms also has been consistently popular with funding travelers going to the town.

On the other end of this climb, Honolulu houses a wealth of luxurious motels, frequently using only magnificent coastal perspectives along with suitable destinations. A number of Honolulu's initial motels are one of the very best on earth.

Honolulu Tourism:

attractions in Honolulu are all excellent and besides your countless stretches of golden sands, you will find lots of what to visit, which makes Honolulu that the perfect getaway location. Facilities comprise monuments and landmarks, historic monuments, modern galleries, cinema sights, and also a wide assortment of leisure pursuits.

Honolulu eateries:

there's an unbelievable array of pubs and eateries through the duration of Honolulu, representing the cultural communities along with sailors. Start looking for your restaurants at which individuals in Honolulu opt to try to eat, like those throughout the college of Hawaii in Manoa, in which you may locate various cheap food and cafes retailers. In addition, the food court at the Ala Moana Center is specially properly stocked.

Honolulu weather conditions:

the current weather Honolulu may differ just marginally throughout the calendar year, together with continual temperatures hitting 70s and 80s. Honolulu includes two chief seasons - April into November, and it is marginally warmer compared to the span December to March. The neighboring ocean stays warm over summer and winter and can be just one of Honolulu's primary points of interest.

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