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mistydeyes · 7 months

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hiiiii I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!!!!!! Can you please do 141 with a model reader who does Chanel,Versace etc and she gets an invite to do Victoria’s Secret runway and they see her down the runway how would they react

she’s not any model shes and icon,sex symbol,brains,she is the moment

big inspo for me ( I want to become a model)

AHHH I LOVE THIS! anon i feel you tho, every time i look on pinterest i just want to be a model! thank you for requesting <3

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summary: The 141 has always had an odd connection of friends, allies, and connections. However, they can't deny that they don't enjoy your luxurious life as a model and the perks that come along with attending one of your shows.

pairing: Taskforce 141 x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

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A series of events in Milan allowed the 141 to cross paths with you. Staying in a lavish French penthouse was far from what they had expected on a mission dictated by Laswell but her connections with your retired INTERPOL mother had brought them the extravagance of your home and lifestyle. Laswell had to threaten to have their court marshaled if they delayed their arrival home any longer. You thought of that brief moment in summer fondly as you left Gaz a voicemail. "I have a runway in New York coming up, let me know if you'll be on leave," you spoke on the phone, examining your manicured nails, "accommodations and champagne are on me."

"This is nice," Price said, dropping his duffle onto the marbled tile of their hotel room. "Are you kidding, Cap?" Gaz said as he opened every door into the massive suite, "This is fucking amazing." When they got off the plane at JFK, they had not expected a private driver who brought them to the ornate hotel. The room itself had four separate bedrooms with two bathrooms filled with the best amenities. Soap had taken the opportunity to run over and open a bottle of champagne while Ghost pilfered the small shampoo and conditioner bottles. While the men explored the vast rooms and fought over the beds, there was a knock at the door. Price opened it to reveal a well-dressed bell-hop boy, holding a tray with an envelope. "Four tickets sent by one of the models," he spoke and Price handled the black envelope with embossed pink lettering. "Hell of invitation," he muttered before he looked at the runway time and shared the details with his team. "Wonder what she'll be wearing," Soap mused as he turned to take over one of the bathrooms.

Behind the stage, there was organized chaos with models running around in their silk robes in between the stations. The chatter roared as they chatted with the various hair stylists and makeup artists. "First VS show?" your makeup artist asked as she applied glitter delicately to your primed lids. "Yes, but not my first modeling gig," you smiled as you felt the pressure on your closed eyes, "Versace was beyond a mess compared to this." The artist laughed as she continued to prep your look. You could see mixes of pink and gold applied to your lips and the apples of your cheeks. "We think an olive green liner would look stunning on you," she said before holding a green eyeliner pencil in hand. You nodded in response as you shifted a bit in your robe. You gently closed your eyes again as you envisioned your latest outfit for the night.

Weeks prior you had visited the city to see your outfit for the night. A sage green bra and panty set decorated with pink and glittery flowers to resemble a meadow. Your wings were made of a delicate rose pink chiffon that was reminiscent of a fairy. "Do you like?" the designer asked as you walked around the stand and examined every stitch and detail. You smiled as you nodded happily, feeling the soft fabric under your fingertips. "Any particular inspiration?" you questioned as you made sure to feel the weight of the wings. "The newest line of Victoria's Secret," she spoke dreamily, "the delicacy of nature."

With your makeup and hair done, you walked over to change and receive the final touches from the design team. The group walked rapidly around your figure, assuring every detail would shine when the lights hit your walk. "Have anyone special here tonight?" one of the designers asked as he cut a few loose stitches. "Just a few friends from Europe," you spoke, hoping you didn't sound too entitled. You wanted to talk more but your odd friendship with a small special forces group would definitely reach some tabloids. "You look perfect darling," another designer spoke and you nodded before beginning to walk in your heels. "You can mingle with the others. Your collection is after the classics set," she reminded. You took a deep breath and made some facetious conversation with the other women. They were in awe at your previous shows but you just simply talked as if each was a mediocre experience. "Alright ladies, walk begins in five," a voice called over the comms and you lined up accordingly. As you watched the excited group in front of you, you wondered what you would treat the 141 to for dinner. You were sure if someone knew this is what you thought of before a show, they would laugh.

"Move up, Y/N," the stage manager directed, pulling you out of your food-related musings, "almost time for you to go on." You moved forward, getting into the comfort of your model walk you had done so many times before. You took a deep breath as you heard the live music stream through the curtains and the ethereal light peek through. You looked down at your attire one last time before the model ahead of you returned and it was your turn to awe the show. "Go, go, go," you could hear the stage manager command as the bright lights and menagerie of faces met your gaze.

"I think this is her!" Gaz commented, leaning forward in his chair. "You've been saying that for the past four models," Ghost corrected before he turned to see who was coming out next. As the men directed their gaze to the stage, you confidently strutted onto the platform. They were glued to your figure, perfectly accentuated by the flirtatious lingerie set. The details were delicate and encapsulated your aura. "Fuck." Soap whispered under his breath as the glitter and flower additions to your ensemble shimmered underneath the light. Your wings bounced and looked like they flittered in the air as you made your way in front of the watching crowd. "She's a natural at this," Price commented as he watched the way you walked in a straight line with an air of elegance in each step. He also couldn't deny the way you shined on stage and how the cameras clicked in rapid succession. As you reached the end of the runway, you took an opportunity to look over at the seats you had picked for the 141. You gave a small wink before blowing a kiss in their direction.

Upon your exiting, there was a clamor amongst the group as to who the kiss was directed to. Primarily, Soap and Gaz were at odds thinking you made eye contact with them as you puckered your glossed lips. Price attempted to put a stop to them before Ghost spoke up. "I'm sure that was for me," he spoke quietly, leaving everyone to shelf the conversation and bring it up later over dinner.

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python333 · 8 months

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im in love with your content omg😭 your writing style is just chefs kiss

can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?

its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3

pardon? — python333

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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 2.6k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!

“—eah, and now we have to camp out here ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do it ‘imself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if they’re willing to leg it out of here with us,” An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.

You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent you’d been using for the past five minutes you’d been talking to this guy.

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” You agree, clearing your throat before asking, “You know where the others are stationed?”

“You don’t?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Mate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,” You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, “I just know I’ve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.”

The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if we’re in the same platoon, don’t you—”

You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of.

You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you.

“[c/n], how copy?” Price’s voice crackles through on your ear piece.

You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, “Copy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.”

“You were there for five bloody minutes,” Gaz’s voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, “How’d he already catch onto you?”

“The British are smarter than I thought,” You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like they’d snap if someone sneezed on them too hard—perfect for climbing up.

You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but don’t say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder.

“Reminder that there’s three British people with you, currently,” Ghost’s deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell he’s whispering into his mic, “All of which are very smart.”

“I caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, don’t fuckin’ talk right now,” You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like it’s going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and you’ll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up.

“They were circles,” Ghost says, exasperated, “I didn’t know if that made a difference.”

“I thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,” You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder.

“Yeah, L.t,” Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that he’s running, “Thought ye Brits were s’possed to ken everything ‘bout tea.”

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.

You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle you’d been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up.

You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that it’s aiming directly at one of the soldier’s heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get into—but doing this didn’t change much.

Regardless of if you got in or not, he would’ve died, and the others would’ve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.

You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, “The guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot ‘im down.”

“I don’t think we need to get in just yet,” Price hums, “But maybe in a minute.” “M’kay,” You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemy’s conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.

The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier you’d eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what they’ll do once they’re on leave—like they would be able to do that after you completed your assignment—and just some general team camaraderie.

The lackluster subjects of their conversations weren’t bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about.

It was their stupid accents you hated.

Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents aren’t stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents you’d heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.

They used slang words that you’re certain you’ve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didn’t even make sense—you heard one of them use the words, verbatim, ‘Don’t get stroppy’. Stroppy? Stroppy?

You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation they’d just started up.

“—eah, ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethin’ to happen,” One of the soldiers scoffs, “I’m telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runnin’ ‘round out here, I’m legging it from ‘im immediately.”

You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isn’t that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?

“You’re legging it?” The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, “What happened to you chattin’ to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?” “All that’s irrelevant when the fuckin’ grim reaper rolls around and starts murkin’ people like he’s been doing for the entirety we’ve been here, mate,” The first soldier laughs, “You think I wanna be here when he does that?”

“Don’t act like a prat about it, man—fuckin’ talking’ like you can outrun him.” “A prat? I’m not—” You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.

A prat? Legging it? Can’t be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, “I need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.” Immediately, Price’s voice rings through, “What? What is it? What happened?” “The soldiers are British and I can’t tell what they’re saying,” You answer, ignoring Price’s relieved sigh on his end, “I need help.” “Jesus, fuck, don’t scare me like that,” Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Alright, what do you need help with?”

“Figuring out what they’re saying.” This time, you hear Gaz’s voice crackle through, “Well, you’ve got three British people here—tell us what he’s saying.”

“One of the guys was talking about ‘legging it’ if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost ‘murking’ people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a ‘prat’ about it and he got all offended,” You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return.

“They’re just saying they’re gonna run away if they see Ghost because he’s been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is like…” Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, “Someone who’s kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.”

“They couldn’t just say that?” You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that,” Price’s voice cuts through, “Go ahead and shoot the guy down. I’m ready to head in.”

“Got it,” You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, “Shooting him now.”

You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.

You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers.

They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, “Price, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.”

Wordlessly, they do as they’re told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gun’s aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing it’s functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open.

“Thanks for that,” Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price.

“Uh huh. Of course,” You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap.

“Are they in?” Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. There’s no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.

Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk.

“Yeah, they’re in,” You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, “Didn’t you hear the sirens?”

You can see Soap’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well.

“I did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,” He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, “It’s a surprise seeing you here.”

“Imagine how I feel,” You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, “Ghost, you don’t wanna join us on the rooftops?”

“Absolutely not,” He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soap’s grin grow, “I’m perfectly fine on the ground.”

“Where are you?” You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, “I feel like I haven’t seen you this whole time.”

“I’m just behind the facility,” Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, “I’m gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case there’s anyone left.”

“You’ve been behind the facility this whole time?” Soap’s voice cuts through, surprised by the fact.

“Mhm,” Ghost hums.

“It’s a bit boring back there, innit?” Gaz’s voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, “You can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.”

“Fucking faffing around?” You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle.

As if he can read your mind, Price’s voice comes through, “Faffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].”

You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, “You couldn’t just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?”

“It’s not silly,” Gaz says, his frown audible, “They were faffing around.”

“Jesus, fuck,” You breathe out, laughing lightly, “It’s totally silly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No it’s—”

“I just want one day where you two don’t start up stupid arguments like this,” Price’s tired sigh comes through, “Just one day, I beg of you both.”

“Aw, Captain, we were just faffing around,” You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic.

“That is absolutely not how you use that,” Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voice—from your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought.

“It sounded natural to me,” You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you.

“You’re insufferable,” Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, “Never use British slang again, please.”

“What if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?”

“Nothing can fix what you’ve said today, [c/n].”

“Well that’s dramatic,” You scoff, “I’ll learn British just for you guys.”

“Holy shit, please stop talking,” Price’s exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, “You’re both insufferable. Drop it.”

“… I don’t think I will,” You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, “I’ll use Duolingo or something to learn it.”

“British isn’t a language you learn, you muppet,” Price grumbles, making you snort.

“Muppet?”

“It’s someone who’s dumb and clueless and can’t take a hint, like you,” Ghost defines, “And Soap, most of the time.”

“Daen’t go draggin’ mae into this,” Soap’s voice quickly cuts through, “I haven’t said onything.”

“Uh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?” Gaz argues, ignoring Price’s protests for him to stop arguing, “About Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?”

“Oh, I’ll have you all know—”

“Ghost, don’t start—”

You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that they’d be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.

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aew-kun-age-regression · 4 months

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How you cope..

Pairings: Caregiver!Captain John Price + Caregiver!Simon 'Ghost' Riley + Caregiver!John 'Soap' McTavish + Caregiver!Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick.

Summary: The team finds out you're a Regressor. Heck. You find out you're a Regressor. You had never known there was a name for it...

Warnings: Subtle hint that Ghost regresses (Soap as a CG), Regressor!Gaz mentioned, they're in a helicopter for this one so honoury Nikolai mention :D, Not really knowing what regression is, slipping after a mission, nicknames (Soldier, little one, kiddo, sweetheart), Ghost calls Soap Johnny.

(Gender Neutral Reader)

A/N - I do fully intend to write a part 2 to this!!!

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

NOT Proofread

The military was an interesting place, with this came different coping mechanisms be it working out till you drop or something else it was easy to dismiss what you'd see as long as the individual was coping.

As the Captain of the taskforce Price was acutely aware of how his team coped. (Mainly so he could help if needed and in some other cases so he knew that his family team were actually coping and not just ignoring their issues. Simon trained. He trained until he couldn't anymore which was when Soap would step in and comfort him. A lot of Soaps coping came from being able to comfort Simon, he thrived at being able to help his friends. And Gaz, well Gaz regressed and Price looked after him as his Caregiver.

That was probably why after a particularly hard mission on the helicopter ride back Price instantly noticed something was wrong. You had been awufully reserved, normally you'd be chatting with the team but that wasn't the case today. Originally everyone brushed it off as you just being tired, it wasn't unbelievable. The mission had been difficult, exhausting.

After a while of your had clumsily lolling to the side, bumping the wall of the hellicopter Price decides to speak up.

"Are you feeling okay Soldier..?"

"Fine Cap'tin..." You mumbled.

That had got everyone's attention. Even when tired you never slurred your words like that. It's then that it hits Price. You were regressing. Well actually more like you were regressed. He was used to this in his team, it was a coping mechanism that he had learnt briefly about before joining the military however upon Gaz struggling Price had learnt more so he would be able to help.

Price's tone turned fatherly (as though he didn't permanently sound like a dad)

"Are you feeling small..?"

You normally always shut down when you felt like this, it was easier to just sleep it off. Although you were well aware that it didn't really work.. You shrug wordlessly.

The others had been watching this interaction take place. Soap moved from where he had been sitting with Ghost, kneeling down infront of you. There was a gentle smile plastered on his face.

"Well what do we 'ave here? Jus' a wee little one?"

"Think that might be the case Johnny" Ghost replies, his voice somewhat softer than usual, although if you had been an outsider watching you'd never have noticed the slight change in tone.

Price got up and headed to the front of the helicopter, quickly conversing with Nikolai. When he came back he addressed everyone letting them know that it wouldn't be too much longer before you'd all be back at base.

It was now Gaz's turn to speak.

"Has this happened to you before kiddo?"

You nod but don't speak.

"Okayyy, do you have any items back at base?"

You give a confused head tilt, confused on what he meant by items"

"..things like plushies, paci's, colouring books.. things like that?"

This time you gently shake your head. Ghost sighs, he understands that...

Price then speaks up again.

"Well then we'll just have to change that, now won't we Sweetheart?"

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reds-skull · 7 months

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Thank youuu

I love them too, I'm thinking of having them as a big brother/little brother duo maybe?? Anyway here's them buying tea for the base like stereotypical Brits

Ok first time I read this my heart melted because it's so sweet :]

I keep thinking up aus for mw2, but they're all too complicated for a one-off comic, and I just finished a series so I'm not doing another one for the time being. But I had a superpower au for them, that I'm gonna explain under a read more because I know it's gonna be long lmao

But before that thank you for everyone again! I read all your lovely comments and they warm my heart <333

SO in this au, some people gain powers the first time they die. The powers are based on how they died (also when they die they meet these cool eldritch beings called reapers that have a little chat with them to decide if they're worthy of those powers).

Soap died from an explosion. Got blown out of a building. So his powers are explosion resistance and creation. His fingertips are always on fire because he's practically blowing the air around them all the time.

Gaz fell off a helicopter :( so now he can manipulate gravity, either objects around him or himself. He also floats a few inches off the ground most times.

Price was kinda hard for me to decide but I ended up making him die by abandonment. Now he can telepathically communicate with people.

And Ghost... he died in that coffin. Got pulled out by a reaper and received the powers to control limbo, the space between life and death. He's not authorized to use them unless he's alone, so he gets sent on solo missions only, until Price recruits him to the 141.

That is, until he pairs up with Ghost.

Before being recruited to the 141, Soap mainly defused bombs. Since, even if it's too late, he won't die. Thing is, Soap still gets hurt. His bones get crushed, his heart stops, his limbs get torn apart. He does heal, but the worse the injury, the longer it takes.

That made him kinda depressed. Because he felt like a glorified bomb robot. Except he's cheaper, since it doesn't cost the military any money when he fails to defuse on time.

Ghost isn't immune to bombs. He himself doesn't enter limbo, since that traps anything alive.

He and Soap go on a mission where intel suggests the enemy has rigged various explosives around the intel they need. They split up, Soap goes to defuse them and Ghost slowly makes his way through the facility.

And Ghost does help him. But he treats him like he would a regular, non-powered human. Stops when he's in too much pain, encourages him through it. Does his best to stop the bleeding.

Ghost completes his objective, but Soap gets spotted by an enemy and detonates the bomb he's working on to save himself.

Ghost find Soap after he fails to sitrep, impaled by a rebar. He whimpers and begs Ghost to help him off it, since he can't heal.

Because Ghost sees him as human. He watched as Soap kept trying to make jokes with him, but more importantly, how he treated him no differently from anyone else.

Soap, for his side, isn't used to that... gentleness. And that's how his interest in Ghost begins.

They exfil and return to base. A few months pass, and Ghost keeps an eye on one Soap MacTavish. Looks through his medical records, past missions. Finds out just how much he suffers through.

But Ghost isn't his commending officer, so he can't do anything. Until he's approached by his captain, John Price. He brings up the option of adding a new member to the taskforce. He gives Ghost the candidates he considered, Soap was brought up, Ghost stops him and states that he would agree to a new member if it was Soap.

Now if I had like, better writing abilities I would have absolutely written this as a fic. Butttt I don't and even if I did, I don't have confidence in them so I won't. But this idea is now out there and you can do whatever you want with it.

Also I got like a lot more sketches of this au but I only posted the ones I made for the ask.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod fanart #cod ghost #cod soap #cod gaz #asks answered #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #sorry this took a while uni really kicked me while I was down #it's getting better tho #also if more ppl wanna request you can always want i dont mind #revenant au #<new name

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thetravelingtyper · 23 days

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Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.75) JM (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 3 - Electric Feel by MGMT (Johnny Soap MacTavish One Shot) - After returning from base you and Soap decide to take the night to go out...

Warning: Possible OOC, Suggestive Content, fluff, Possessive Soap

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Our Shattered Heart 2.75 Interlude John MacTavish (...Loading Track 3…)- Electric Feel by MGMT

The bar was bustling under the star-lit sky. You pulled a tipsy Johnny along with you as you basked in the chill. You pulled further into Simon’s jacket, catching the smell of his cologne. You were perfectly sober while Johnny had a few beers. You had returned later in the day from base with the Sergeants giving you smirks.

“You finally got the Captain.” Kyle smiles at you brightly. He’s radiant as you bring the bouquet in.

“These are from a Corporal-” The flowers are taken from you by a scoffing Johnny, you give him a look and he grumbles, setting the flowers down a little heavily. He then proceeds to wrap himself around you, pressing a kiss to your temple, then peppering kisses all over your face while you giggle and push against him. He doesn't budge.

“Let us get you flowers hen.”

You laugh lightly, running a hand up and down Soap’s firm arm as he spins you around,

“She’s married Johnny, Down boy,” he muttered something Scottish before kissing you firmly. You return the energy, parting when you're out of breath. Soap keeps you bundled in his arms.

“Let's go out hen.” He murmurs it in your ear. You return with a ‘sure’ and a smile. You look to Kyle in question but he just waves you guys off.

“You two go have fun, I’ll get my turn.”

And with that and preparation you both set off into the late afternoon.

All along the Western front

People line up to receive

She got the power in her hand

To shock you like you won't believe

Saw her in the Amazon

With the voltage running through her skin

Standing there with nothing on

She gonna teach me how to swim

You grab Johnny's hand and tug him into the bar, eyes searching and to your pleasure finding the singer. He notices you during a verse and shoots you a smile that widens when he sees Johnny’s hand in yours.

He continues singing while you pull Soap to the bar and sit down. He settles on a barstool and instead of letting you sit, he pulls you to his lap, chin settling on your shoulder. You sigh but the bartender just smiles and laughs.

“He’s like a puppy. I saw the other night.” You look to them, finding a younger red-headed woman in her mid to late 20s. You just nod to her and order a drink. You get something a little fruity and sweet and settle into Johnny’s lap as his arms wrap around you. You chat with the bartender in the meantime, before your name is called and the singer approaches.

I said, "ooh, girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

I said, "ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

Your eyes light up at the man and you go to stand and greet him but Johnny’s arms tighten. You murmur to him but he just shakes his head stubbornly.

“Johnny.” You say it more sternly and he turns to you with stormy eyes, pupils dilated from the alcohol and feelings. The bartender turns to the singer then Johnny, then laughs.

“Don’t worry lad,” she says good-naturedly as the singer approaches and pecks her on the lips. Your eyes widen before you turn to her.

“Good for you two! Happy now, Johnny?”

The man grumbles again but lets you up. You give the singer a swift hug before you take the stool next to Soap and begin to chat. During conversations on the local area and their relationship Johnny’s hand seeks you in constant contact that makes your heart feel like putty. He was always an affectionate drunk but after the kiss, he practically glued himself to you and the others. If he wasn't next to Simon or bickering with Kyle, the Scot usually had a hand on your arm or shoulder and a smoldering look to anyone other than the 141 that approached you. The hour passed quickly, nearing 10 o'clock when the singer needed to return to the stage. There was a clamor at the entrance and a call of your name again as the girls entered. Your face lit up and you look at Johnny with an eager smile. His eyes are clear as he sips some of your drink, seeming to have sobered up some. He lets you go and you look at the girls with a few cheers.

They look at you and Soap and one whistles with a laugh and you blush while Soap gives them a cocky grin, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then lightly pushing you towards them. They accept you with open arms and you all go to dance.

All along the Eastern shore

Put your circuits in the sea

This is what the world is for

Making electricity

You can feel it in your mind

Oh, you can do it all the time

Plug it in, change the world

You are my electric girl

If anyone liked watching you dance the most it was Johnny. He was an energetic person, and unlike Price and Simon, he thrived in a club environment. Seeing your eyes light up and moving with the crowd was a treat. You swirled and bobbed, moving amongst the waves. A period passed as the bar got more busy when someone took the seat beside him. He doesn’t notice until there is a hand on his arm. He turns in his stool to find an attractive person, green eyes burn into his.

“Hey handsome.” their voice is smooth as they ask Johnny his name. He shuffles back out of their touch and replies with a simple John before he looks back to you. Green eyes follow this but they question your sergeant who replies politely to each. He wants to go and join you but you seem to be having fun. Time passes as he and the stranger make a sort of conversation as you dance, all the while Johnny sends you looks but he doesn’t want to leave your spot or your drink unattended.

About 20 minutes in his patience is tested when, while laughing the stranger sets their hand on his knee. He jerks away with sharp eyes.

“I am here with someone.” He says it politely but firmly. It's said during a break of songs and one of your girlfriends at the edge of the crowd catches it and Soap’s discomfort. She gets you as things suddenly escalate.

Driven either by alcohol or pure whim the stranger pulls Soap in for a kiss just as you break from the crowd. Seeing it you freeze, a chill running through you before a hot-headed anger and possessive feeling coils in your gut. Johnny immediately pushes against the stranger and stands. You practically materialize at his side. The stranger is not expecting this and hikes it out of the bar at the glowering look you shoot them. You turn to Johnny riled up. He wipes his lips and downs the rest of your drink in disgust. But seeing your darkened eyes he smirks.

“I'm all yours hen.” He cheekily adds,

“Though they were fine.”

You hiss at this and tug the man away from the bar, a smile growing on his face as you pull him out of the bar and into a side alley. Johnny smiles at you but his eyes are dark with arousal as you pull him in for a possessive kiss, chasing away the taste of the stranger. He does you one better spinning and pinning you against the wall as your lips dance together. His heart pounds in his chest, never thinking he’d see you crack but the role reversal was doing things to him. You pull away only for Johnny to latch his lips to your ear, nipping then stringing kisses down your neck like starbursts.

“That was so hot hen.” it was breaths as the scent of both you and Simon drove him insane. He pulls the neckline of your shirt down and neck to the chain of your dog tags he sucks and bites leaving a mark. You arch against him but he just rolls his hip against you. You try to move for some friction but his thigh comes between your legs. He coos as you whine,

“Sweet, I want te ravish ye.” His accent is thick as he pulls you back to him and about drags you along. When you reach the flat, he tears the door open and about flings you inside, closing and locking the door behind him. He then turns to you with maelstrom eyes igniting a fire in the pit of your stomach. Having heard the noise Simon and Kyle pop out of Kyle's room, having been finishing work. They both freeze seeing your heaving form littered with marks.

I said, "ooh, girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

I said, "ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

Simon sees his jacket skewed on you and curses with a groan. You and Johnny are in a standoff, looking that if you even move he’ll pounce. You look between Simon and Kyle, both sets of dark eyes on you, watching, waiting. You're feeling hot as Johnny begins to slack forward, shoulders set and confident. His hair has grown out giving him a wild look and the few buttons of his shirt are open showing a smooth collarbone next to his dog tags. You almost want to run, to give into the chase but you stand your ground as he starts backing you towards the table. Kyle and Simon just watch as Johnny then corners you against the table.

He stares at you, hands reaching to touch your thigh and trace up your body. They soon fist into Simon's jacket and yank you forward to him in another kiss.

Plush lips mix with your own before you find his tongue delving into your mouth and you moan into the kiss. Johnny growls parting before hiking your legs up and setting you on the table.

“You are mine.” he hisses into your ear, something triggered in his mind, your hands shoot to his hair and you pull it in a way that has him hissing and breaking up the kiss.

“Fucking Hell you two, away where but there.” Simon finally steps in and Johnny quirks at the older man's eyes, pupils dilated and breathing coming out a little staggered. Johnny takes the chance and pulls you up, holding you against him easily as you yelp in surprise.

“Johnny!” Your voice is breathless before he nips your lips.

“That's my name sweetheart, don’ wear it out, Unless you're screaming it.” Your eyes shoot open and he gives you a sultry smile before chuckling into your neck. You narrow your eyes and then dipping your head bite a mark to match the one he gave you. He hisses, hands clenching you harder. Kyle laughs, something breathless as he approaches you.

“Good to know you bite back baby, showing Johnny what for. The filthy mouth of his.”

Johnny laughs then, the moment catching his heart racing and he lets you down but not before a final cheeky kiss. You part with half-lidded eyes and set your forehead against Johnny, you whisper to him.

“I love you.”

His heart stutters, warmth gripping his chest as he stares into your eyes,

“Aye, I love too, hen.”

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

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lemonlyman-dotcom · 1 month

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Thank you for the tags @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @sznofthesticks @thisbuildinghasfeelings & @paperstorm 💕

Chapter Three of Eid Fic is live now on ao3. Here’s a bit from the upcoming Chapter Four. The gang goes to Austin’s first Eid carnival!!

“Umm,” Marjan questions, craning her neck to survey the crowd milling around the lawn. “Where did TK and Carlos go?”

“Oh,” he laughs. “Carlos is trying to convince TK not to ride the mechanical bull.”

She groans. “Aren’t the rides just for kids?”

“You wouldn’t know it by the line of grown ass men waiting to ride it.” He spears himself a kebab. “I’d put real money on us having to respond to a medical emergency on that thing before the day is over.”

“As long as it’s not TK,” she laughs. “Carlos will be so pissed if they have to have the wedding in the ICU.”

“So Marj,” Paul starts, his words coming out slow and deliberate. “Where’s Joe today?”

“He is with his parents,” she responds mildly.

“You didn’t wanna join?”

“We’ve been on, like, two dates.”

After dinner with Paul and Asha, Joe asked her out on a formal date. She brought Carlos and TK as chaperones and it felt like a true double date.

They had dinner at a restaurant down by the river where they watched ducks and kayakers float by while they ate. Afterwards, they walked along the boardwalk down by the river and got ice cream cones, which they ate while strolling through the Zilker Botanical Gardens. Joe walked her to her car while Carlos and TK trailed behind, and he texted her later to make sure she got home okay.

TK was already on the phone with her when the text came through, having called as soon as they got home so he could ask her how she felt about the date and gush about how well he thought the night had gone. He audibly swooned when she told him Joe had texted to check on her, and she chucked at the sound of Carlos’s voice in the background asking if he was the one trying to date the guy.

“God,” TK stage whispered into the phone. “I can’t get any privacy to gossip in peace around here.”

In the present moment Paul is asking, “Are you gonna see him again?”

She and Joe haven’t seen each other outside of physical therapy appointments since Ramadan started. But they’ve been texting and even chatted on the phone a few times since their date.

“I think so.”

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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Saucy Kisses

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Synopsis: Sauce on the the side of the mouth and miscommunication don’t mix well; someone ends up getting a smooch on their cheek.

Pairing: Taskforce 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Gromsko & König x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Note: I haven’t done headcannons in a long while so bear with me

General Masterlist I COD:MWII Masterlist

John Price

You were happily chatting, eating and drinking in a pub with the gang when he suddenly nudged you with his elbow.

Confused, you looked over at him, your brows furrowed as you took a sip of your drink

He had an amused look on his face, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips when he tapped the side of his mouth.

What?

He tapped his mouth again, hoping you’d get the hint as he went back to stabbing his food with a fork.

Shrugging, you leaned over towards your captain and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

It was safe to say you’ve never seen the man so shocked in his life. His eyes were widened, and mouth ajar as he stared at you.

Shaking his head, he tapped his cheek once again and pointed at you.

This time it clicked, and as embarrassment flushed over you, you grabbed a napkin and wiped the sauce off your face.

“I am so sorry, sir,” was all you could say.

He just shook his head, “You’re alright.”

You hadn’t looked at the captain for the rest of the night, hoping to eventually forget this ever happened.

But the world seemed to be against you that night, because the boys had definitely seen the exchange unfold, and they would be damned if they let you forget it that easily.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

The lieutenant wasn’t eating anything that night at the pub. His mouth was fully covered by his mask, but he settled at occasionally sipping on the alcoholic drink he got himself.

The gruff sound of your name leaving his mouth was what caught your attention, causing you to snap your head in his direction.

Although his face was covered, the slight glint in his eye revealed his good mood.

As his eyes look into yours, he tapped on the side of his mask - right next to his mouth.

Confused, you titled your head to the side.

He tapped it again, watching as the information swam in your head.

The lieutenant wants a kiss? Bet.

He didn’t expect you to lean over and place a kiss on his mask, and froze for a short while in surprise. His eyes quickly narrowed, however, and you were met with a harsh glare.

The stern gaze sent shivers down your spine, and you quickly realised you might have misunderstood his gesture.

As his eyes moved from yours and down to your mouth, your hand followed, feeling the sauce on your skin.

Your eyes almost jumped out of your sockets, and you reached for a napkin in lightning speed.

You could feel his eyes on you at random times throughout the evening, and you wanted nothing more than to melt into nothingness.

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Soap was hungry. Starving. That much was clear from how quickly he shoved the food in his mouth.

It was therefore no wonder that some sauce ended up on his cheek, taking its place right beside his mouth.

You could barely contain your grin when you tapped him on his shoulder, shaking your head with a laugh and tapping on your own cheek when he looked at you.

He looked down at your mouth and raised his brows.

You tapped your mouth again before reaching for your drink, pausing when you felt his lips connect with your cheek.

Are you kidding me right now?

By the time you looked over at him, he was back to scarfing down his food.

“Soap, no!” You laughed, “You’ve got something on your face.”

He almost choked at the realisation and quickly wiped the substance off his cheek.

When he looked at you again, however, neither of you could help the laughter that escaped you.

You were on the verge of tears, hyena-like laughter causing everyone to stare at you, but you didn’t care.

Your stomachs hurt, and you leaned on one another at ridiculousness of the situation.

After some time, the laughter died down; but for the rest of the night, every time you two made eye contact, you couldn’t help the small giggles that got past your lips.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Gaz was barely awake whilst he ate.

He looked miserable; his eyes half-closed and mouth barely opening as he placed the food in his mouth.

You couldn’t even laugh when the sauce smeared on the side of his mouth.

You whispered his name, and tapped on your cheek when he looked your way.

The first time, it didn’t fully register with him what it was you were pointing at. But when a look of acknowledgement appeared in his eyes the second time, you went back to eating your own food.

You should have been more clearer with him, because with half-lidded eyes, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the side of your mouth.

You were certain the shock was clear on your face, but being too tired to notice, he went back to his food.

“Gaz,” you whispered, cheeks feeling warm as you picked up a napkin from the table. “You’ve got sauce on your face.”

He looked embarrassed when you handed him the napkin, and he quickly wiped the sauce off his face, a quiet ‘thanks’ leaving his lips.

Alejandro Vargas

It was almost tradition to have a celebratory drink after a successful mission.

None of you could help yourselves from ordering some food either, starving after living off of military food for god knows how long

The food was divine, practically melting on your tongue with every bite. It was like the world suddenly stopped existing, and all that was left was you and a plate of heavenly goodness

You were only pulled out of your thoughts when the Los Vaqueros leader cleared his throat beside you

You turned to look at him, confusion growing on your face when he tapped his cheek

Alejandro was attractive, you couldn’t deny that. But was it appropriate for him to ask you to kiss him with your entire squad surrounding you?

When he tapped his cheek again, you shrugged, too hungry to think about it much longer.

You pressed a short kiss against his cheek and stopped, your eyes locking with his as you waited for him to say something

That was what he wanted… right?

He chuckled.

You felt your heart drop when he reached for a napkin and wiped the sauce off your cheek himself.

Your eyes were wide as saucers at that point, “Oh, my god, Alejandro I’m so sorry-“

He only laughed at your panicked look, crumbling the napkin in his hands.

“Eat your food,” he simply told you, the light-hearted tone of his voice calming you down, “before it gets cold.”

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Rudy ate carelessly as he laughed with the team.

It was late in the evening, but the celebration was nowhere near finished. The drinks and food kept coming, more and more gathering on the table you were sat around.

When some sauce smeared on the side of his face, you couldn’t help but laugh

You nudged him with your knee, and once you gained his attention, you tapped your own cheek

He was confused, yes, but there was a certain sparkle in his eyes. When you tapped your cheek again, he leaned forward and placed a kiss right by your mouth

You were dumbfounded. Flabbergasted. Shook.

It was only when Alejandro, from the other side of the table, told him what you were pointing out, that he mirrored your look.

You have never seen anyone move so fast. The napkin was in his hand, and the sauce gone, in mere seconds.

You were both hot at the cheeks with glazed eyes for the rest of the night.

He bit onto his bottom lip every time you made eye contact, and you best believe Alejandro saw every single look shared between you two.

God, his lips were soft.

Maybe you’d feel them again… under different circumstances.

Valeria Garza

It was late in the night when you finally got to eat something.

You were both exhausted, but given your line of work, it was a given.

You were falling asleep, but the hunger you were feeling cause you to carelessly scarf down the food in front of you.

You could hear her click her tongue beside you, but paid it no mind until she said your name.

Glancing over at her, she tapped a finger against her cheek.

Now, in your defence, you were half-asleep and your brain wasn’t braining properly.

So when she tapped her cheek again, you kissed the exact spot she was pointing at.

You couldn’t tell whether she was glaring, or if she was close to laughing at you.

Whatever it was, she wiped the look away and rolled her eyes, handing you a napkin.

You looked at it confused for a short while until it clicked.

You’ve never been more embarrassed, and it was safe to say the minute you finished your meal, you excused yourself and practically ran out of the room.

God, you didn’t know how you were supposed to look her in the eye from then on

Gromsko

It was rare you got to eat a proper meal.

Being constantly sent away on missions, you ate whatever was most filling and not particularly caring about the taste.

So when you got to eat something that was actually good, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were on cloud 9

Your eyes were closed, and you savoured the food you had in front of you

So focused on deliciousness gracing your taste buds, you failed to feel the hard gaze of your coworker

He wondered whether he should say something, only watching as you stuffed your mouth with more food without noticing the smudged sauce on your face

Eventually, he took pity on you and, with a small laugh, he patted your back.

He pointed at his face, his eyes showing nothing but clear amusement

You were confused, too focused on the lingering taste on your tongue

“What?” You had to ask

He pointed at his cheek again, mouthing something, but you couldn’t decipher his words

Blinking once, twice, you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the side of his face

He had to bite on his cheek to stop the smile that threatened to pull at the corners of his lips

He almost face-palmed, too; but managed to stop himself from doing so, and instead reached for a napkin and wiped the sauce off your face

You were embarrassed, that much was certain, but that feeling slowly dissipated when you noticed the grin on his face

When you locked eyes, he shook his head again - the look telling you it was okay - as he gestured for you to continue eating

He didn’t have to tell you twice. The food was back in your mouth before he could say, or even think, another word.

König

It was rare to see König without his hood on, so you treasured the sight every time.

Currently sitting in his small room on base, you two ate the yummy food you got yourselves.

It was quiet, the sound of music filling the small small space

When you looked up at him to ask if he could change the song, you paused.

He was already looking at you, his eyes narrowed as a small smirk pulled at his mouth

He pointed at his cheek, but the meaning of the gesture flew over your head.

When he pointed once again, although confused, you leaned towards him and placed a kiss right next to his mouth

He facepalmed. Not metaphorically, but physically. His hand slapped against his forehead, and he dragged it down his face, a deep blush already growing on his cheeks

He pulled out a tissue from beside his bed and handed it to her, pointing it at his cheek once again.

Well, that’s embarrassing.

You reached for your face and wiped the sauce off before throwing the tissue away

The moment it effortlessly landed inside the bin, you both cheered

You might have been embarrassed by the misunderstanding, but König would make sure to make you comfortable once again, though he couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of your lips against his skin

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qaxqxd · 7 months

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Kinktober 3

♡: Ghost x f!reader x König

Genre: Smut

Warning: Mention of threesome, suggestive content, oral, and masturbation, slow-ish build up, German translated words, bad British slang, ooc ghost and könig maybe

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: I can take them both… ☺️

Summary: Completing your mission early than you thought, you end up fucking with two other taskforce members.

You may be wondering, how the hell did you get stuck with these two bastards?

One from Task Force 141. Ghost, a cold but stern lieutenant. Has a knack for basically a lot of combat things. And had big fingers to pleasure-

And the other one is from KorTac. König is a harsh and anti–social soldier. The fact that he is a colonel makes it scarier. He's massive too does that mean his dic-

And you. You were just a sergeant. Stuck with two higher status. At least they were hot

Each task force commander wanted to make a peace offering with each other. So, for this to happen.

They decided to group us up into groups of 3. Made up of 3 different task force members.

You were hesitant about this idea at first. But it couldn't be too bad, since you were gonna get paid more than usual.

The mission you got with these two was going to be a little difficult. Since teamwork wasn't easy for you.

The usual warehouse, find Intel, and report back.

You three were against the wall. Ghost had the lead since he was the best at stealth. He signals for you two to head in.

You three take out a few soldiers, trying to limit sounds from them.

"s'On y'ur six!" Ghost shouted. Gunfire raged through the building. Out numbering you.

So much for stealth.

Everyone decided to split up, since the warehouse was pretty large. You three went different ways, still holding radio contact with each other.

You found a computer room filled with papers and files. The one with the missile logs sticks out. The one you needed to find.

You pressed on your radio.

"This is (Y/n), I've found the Intel, repeat I've found the Intel." You spoke.

"Copy s'that" König spoke. "Affirmative." Ghost said.

You pace to the doors to see multiple soldiers on the ground. You looked around for exits. There were bodies everywhere.

As you found one, you found the two guys at the end of it. They were definitely chatting. As they turned their head to you.

"Here it is." You held the file up. They both looked at each other and nodded.

The mission was quickly dealt with faster than expected, you three crashed at a random motel.

The two men shared a bed while you had yours. They went out for a smoke, so you were in the room yourself.

You were bored too. And it wasn't like they were taking a small smoke. They have their stress relief and you have yours.

So just an orgasm wouldn't hurt, hm?

You had the blanket over yourself and slid your hands down your pants, you rub your clit with your thumb.

Small moans slip from you as you slip two fingers inside and out at your pace. You faceplate on your pillow to lower the moan.

You knew they were outside, but it's not like they can hear you moan their name out. You muffled yourself.

You closed your eyes, imagining the two large men on you. Touching you everywhere. You couldn't help but moan out their name.

You came quickly, world record maybe.

You tried again, seeing if you could come again, a second time.

Before you tried again, you felt a breeze over your body. You open your eyes, to see two large men looming over you.

Your two teammates caught you masturbating, how embarrassing. You got flustered and quickly scramble to pull up your pants, but they both stop you.

Instead they help you take off your clothes. And they took off their pants.

You saw how it sprung out of their pants. Their large cocks seem harder than anything. You gulped.

As they position you where you were facing their cocks. Ghost behind you, while König was in front of you.

"Say ah, schatz, weit offen für mich" (Darling, open up for me) König commanded in a soft tone.

You did as you were asked. You opened your mouth wide for him. As you felt his large size fill your mouth. Basically touching down your throat. You barely were half way down his cock.

Your cunt was dripping with aroused. Ghost easily slip into you, which makes you gag on König's cock. That pushes you closer to his happy trail.

Ghost stretch you out so desperately. And you squeeze him so desperately. Your pink walls consuming him. He was so large for you.

"M'tight f'me?" He groaned.

Ghost pushed his cock further into you, kissing your cervix, you sent out a choke moan. Vibrates through König's cock, he grunted.

It sends a Shock Wave of pleasure throughout your body. You felt like you were seeing stars.

He gripped your hair pushing your head at his speed, before coming in your throat.

"Swallow." He demanded, and you swallow his thick warm salty cum. He pulled out to spread some of it on your face.

"You're s'gonna break before she cums, s'mate." Ghost grunted out, thrusting into you. You let out strings of moans onto the König cock.

"You're such a slut aren't you?" König grinned at how sloppy and messy you looked.

They both thrust into you.

"M'gonna so close.." You moaned.

Leaving you in a simulated mess, coming multiple times within the span of 3 minutes.

You squeeze Ghost's cock delightfully, making him groan. As for König, you continue to suck him. Ghost comes into you.

You lose the warmth when he pulls out. They both switch spots. Ghost in front and König behind you.

They stuff you with their cocks and continue their pace. All you could do is moan and whimper under their commands.

"Scheiße, tut mir so gut…" (Shit, so good for me) König groaned.

You barely could form words anymore, but still you wanted more. All you could say was their names. Like it was your only vocabulary.

You barely knew how many orgasms they ripped out from you. And you milked their cocks too. Your thighs were shaking, fuck your whole body was shaking.

You were overstimulated and overwhelmed as fuck.

They changed your position, you were now on top of König, Ghost was right behind you. They both filled up both of your back holes.

Cum dumping in you, until they were satisfied.

They tried to fit both of their cocks in one of your holes.

"It's not gonna fit." You cried out. They both comforted you. It eventually fits, but stretches you out.

You eventually passed out due to exhaust. Cuddling against the two men.

Who knew harsh men could be this soft?

They ran a bath for you, and cleaned you up. They praised you and made sure you were okay.

You were definitely going on more missions with them.

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hirik0 · 8 months

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Bad Reputation

Ghost/Soap

Soap has a reputation, hes seen as a womaniser. Everytime hes in a bar he leaves it with a woman, often just to make sure she gets save in her car before he returns to base alone. Ghost is unsure when Price wants to get Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish in the 141, not wanting someone like this endanger the taskforce because he told a woman to much to get in her pants. Even Gaz has mixed feelings about the potential new addition to the team. What they don't know Soap is just pretending, covering his bisexuality because he's in extremely homophobic environment, knowing he would get a lot of shit for being 'half-gay' so he performs heterosexuality to an extrem. Telling his squad mates he has a high libido and and is always down for, when in reality he just avoits sex at this moment, feeling sick to pretending. "Just 5 missions and if he don't fit he goes back to his old squad", Price promised them and they agreed 5 missions. When Soap arrives at base hes friendly, but Ghost is unimpressed thinking its probably just a facade for new teams. The think is his work is perfect, he fits right in, his skills a great addition to the 141, but his reputation makes it hard to trust him. "What do you think of the FNG?", Ghost ask Gaz after training. "Hes nice and I didn't see him chatting up one of the female personal. Yet", Gaz answers having a uncharacteristically dark expression on his face. "Sisters?", Ghost ask and Gaz holts up 3 fingers. "Only boy of 4, 1 older 2 younger." "Yeah would also not want a player around my sisters, if I had any", Ghost agrees. Gaz nods while watching Soap talking to one of the femal privates. Gaz has a reputation on base as the one you can complain about male recruites to if they act inappropriate. "Maybe he knows you will make his life to hell if he steps out of line", Ghost snickers darkly. "Probably helps that you would help me hide the body", Gaz jokes before Soap moves towards them.

"Ah Gaz I should tell you that a Private Jackson is being a problem again", Sopa says when he reaches his teammates. "Fucking Jackson, still didn't learn daddy's money will not help him here", Gaz curses Ghost also make a annoyed sound having written up the Private way to often already. "I think we have enough complains to get him finally get kicked out or atlest to another base", Ghost says. "Thank fuck, can't believe they didn't kick him out in basic." "He's skills are good on the paper.. if they sadly would not be attached to such a idiot", Ghost sighs, Jackson thinks to much with his dick instead of his brain. "So bad?", Soap asks unsure where this conversation is going. "Don't known a time they didn't complain about him. You don't share tips to pick up woman with him?", Gaz ask Soap confused, clearly thinking that Soap and Jackson would go along great clearly having the same views on woman. "I only to civilians", Soap says his smile not reaching his eyes anymore, mouth forced to stay a smile. Great his reputation is ruining his chance of a place in the 141, but they would not believe him if he tells them he didn't end up in the sheets with all this women. Its to late for that now, he has to show he's not what everyone thinks he is. The other problem he has is his Lieutenant, ticking all his fuked up boxes for man. Dark, mysterious, brooding, fuck off aura, build like a wall, all thinks Soap finds extremely attrative. Its not his first crush on a squadmate and it will not be his last. This will be just like the other times, one homophobic coment and his feelings just turn in to dust on the spot.

The one coment never comes, he's a full member of the 141 now. His crush exploded in something he can barely handel right after Las Almas and Chicago. Seeing Ghost face, melted parts of his brain, there is no way that Ghost, that Simon is such a bonnie, clearly thinking that Ghost lied when he told hom qiuete the opposite. He even saw Gaz punishing privates for homophobic behaivor, it apears that not beeing straight was atleast tolared here, but he thought that before and it was only okey as long its not the own squad. Ghost still tells him his awfull colection of teribel jokes, non of them indicating any anti gay tendencis. Price telling some female sergants he found in a suply closet to keep it at aproietet places. It looks like he maybe found a team that would not give a fuck hes bi, but this also is maybe delusional thinking, because hes getting sick and is horny for Ghost. He knows he should rest and not go for drinks, but hes a lovesick idiot and wants to spend as much time as possibel with Ghost. Just 2 glasses what bad think can happen, he ask himself.

Hes openly flirting with Ghost right in front of Price and Gaz thats whats happening. If he was fully aware of anything and not sick and drunk he would just crawl in some dark conor or and never come back out, filling his papers to get moved to a new team or back to his old squad. Price and Gaz are clearly amused by the scene in front of them, thinking Soap is just using all his shitty pick up lines for Ghost as a joke maybeas revenge for Ghost terrible jokes. "You really get woman with this afwull lines, Sergeant?", Ghost ask getting annoyed. "Aye, i usally just need one of them and then i have a lovely chat with them", Soap answers, taking a sip of his 5th drink of the night. "How many tell you to fuck of, because your lines are bad", Ghost ask further his blush hidden under a surgical mask. "Sometimes, we laught about them", Soap atmids with a sheepish grin on his face, making Ghost heart beat faster. "I think they laugh at you", Gaz jokes, cringing hard at some of the lines he had heared. "Fuck of Gaz, they are not." "What ever lets you sleep at night Soap." Ghost knows most of his face is hidden in the shadow of his hood and the surgical mask, but his ears are burning, being a telling shade of red. He's sure Price can see them glowing red, if he just take a closer look hes tensing up. Ghost understands why Soap is so liked by woman, hes funny, charming, easy going and knows when hes fighting a lost fight and its also working on him. Simon is basking like a cat in the sun from all attention Soap is giving him and its dangerous. Simon Riley dont exist anymore only the husk of Ghost remains and still Soap found the pieces of Simons remains, slowly putting them back together. Fucking hell. He's falling for pick up lines as worse as his shitty jokes, but the big smile on Soap face how's he looking at him with his big puppy eyes, how can he not? Shit!

Ghost is helping Soap back to his room the scot beeing unusual drunk. He saw Soap drink a lot more and being less drunk then now. "You're solid, Soap?", he asks concerned something must be wrong. "Aye, just getting a cold or something", Soap answers. "And then you go out drinking instead of resting?" "Aye, like spending time with ya LT." Ghost just raises an eyebrow not saying anything, Soap is puring gas on the emotional chaos burning in him. "You're such a bonnie, ya know", Soap babbles further. "Want to flirt with ya all the time. Best squad mate crush I ever had, a bonnie and not homophobic." Ghost is tensing clearly Soap would not tell him this is he was not drunk out of his mind. Inside of Ghost Simon Riley is rising from his coffin like a vampire in the old horror movies. Instead of blood he graves Soap attention. In one night Soap flirted himself in to Simons heart. Worst fucking scenario, because Soap is into woman right, right? "What does bonnie mean?", Ghost ask. "That ya pretty, handsome, nice to look at", Soap answers unaware of who he's talking to. "Yeah? Saw my face only for ones for less then 5 minutes", deflecting he needs to deflect. "Would see it more when you would take your bloody mask of, it's mean of you to hide your bonnie face from me all the time", Soap is complaining pouting at his CO. "You're really drunk aren't you?", Ghost ask, big smile creeping on his face, thinking Soaps behavior is adorable. "Don't change how I feel when I'm sober", Soap deadpans. Shit, shit why did he ask, thank fuck they are at Soaps room. Soap needs sometime to find his keycard and when it's finally out Ghost just opens the door with it. "Thanks LT", Soap says with a big smile on his face. Ghost to busy with getting Soap in the room and then himself out of the room stiffens when Soap very sloppy kisses his cheek. "See you tomorrow aye", Soap just says before falling on the bed and passing out. Ghost turn on the spot, he would denial it but hes running out of the room, closing the door silently. When Ghost is in his own room he slits down the door. Throwing his mask in the dark room his face burning. His heart is racing while Simon Riley takes the first breath in ages bringing a bunch of feeling with him. He stumbles on to his own bed putting a arm over his eyes. "Fucking hell MacTavish", he says in the room, the blush creeping over his shoulders to his chest. A bonnie and not homophobic Soap said to him, does this mean Soap is intrestet in men? But his reputation? Shit he can't get these feelings for a player someone that talks woman out of their cloths. But is he really? They never saw Soap pick up a woman ones since he joined the 141. Soap also said in his drunkenness that he had crushes on squad mates before, so that means he must be attracted to man to some degree. He needs to stop thinking about this Soap told him anything drunk, don't have to mean a thing in the end.

Soap wakes up the next morning with a big hungover. It's also him getting sick making everything 10 times worse. How did he even got back to his room yesterday. Some wired memories that make no sense are coming up. But if his memories are correct then Ghost got him back. He for sure didn't make it back by himself. So he needs to apologise to Ghost, great he can do this. He looks at his phone with a text from Price. My office it just says, fuck what happend yesterday? He text Price he will be there in 30 minutes. Maybe he's a bit to optimistic about the 30 minutes but he somehow is able to look not like he's dieing from a hungover, when he enters Price office. "Close the door Soap", Price says and alarm bells are going off, oh god did he fuck up yesterday? He sits down on the chair the nausia is now not only from having to much to drink. "How much do you remeber of yesterday?" "Not that much, Sir." "You used your pick up lines on Ghost." All color is draining from Soap face, poor horror in his eyes. Oh no, no he did not, right? RIGHT??? "Did I?", Soap ask some pieces of memories popping up in his head. "Yes, it was all in good humor, but I still want you to apologise to Ghost for making him uncomfortable." "I was he?", Soap ask voice barely over wisper, while dread is spreading through his body. "He was really tense the hole time." "Oh, I of course, Captain. Is there anything else, because if not I'm of to look for Ghost." The only hope he has is that Ghost will not kill him but he would have done so when he made sure Soap gets in his bed. "Your dismissed oh and Soap maybe don't drink so much that you do this again." "Yes Sir." That Ghost is reading a file in his office is the luckiest and unluckiest think happening to Soao in along time. He knocks at the door frame to get Ghost attention. "Soap", Ghost just shortly acknowledges him before returning to the file again. "I'm here to apologise for yesterday, Sir", Soap forces the words out. "Soap your not the first follow soilder i had to help back to there room after a trip to the bar. Bonus points for not puking all over the hallway", Ghost sounds dismissive. "Aye, thanks for that, but that's not what I'm apologising for." Ghost looks up again looking over Soaps tesne face being confused. "What do you mean?" "Price told me I made you uncomfortable, with me trying to pick you up." Soaps is kneading his hands looking at the floor. "I was not uncomfortable." "But Price said .." "He's wrong Johnny." "Ah, okay. Did I say anything else on the way back to my room", Soap ask nervous. Ghost takes a millisecond to long for his answer. "Just some drunk rambling." Soap knows he said something, he must have the answer feeling to prepared, to calculated. "Something else, I have to prepare for a solo mission." "That's everything, see you around", Soap says before walking out of the room at a forced normal speed. Oh shit what did he tell Ghost while drunk, atleast it's not bad enough to get murdered, yet. Maybe it really was just drunk rambling and he interpreted to much in Ghost answer.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #johnny soap mactavish

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damazcuz · 4 months

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#taskforce chat at it again

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taskforcedistortion · 6 months

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[Video ID: A woman with long magenta hair and a man with short blue hair are sitting at a desk with a Meowth in between them, they seem to be chatting about something, but the movement of the camera is making it hard to figure out what they're saying.

"Alright, it's on!" Someone behind the camera catches their attention, he sounds somewhat like Silver (@silveredfeathers) but, different, older maybe?

"... Are we gunna do da mantra? For ol' times sake?" The Meowth speaks, looking between the two people sitting, they look excited for a moment, before the person behind the camera speaks up again, catching their attention "Maybe don't? You guys aren't from 'Team Rocket' any more, so it doesn't make sense."

"... We could do something with the Rocket Division instead?" The blue haired man suggests, being met with a snort, "We don't wanna make this too long guys, just introduce yourselves to those who don't know you."

"Ah... well, I'm James!" The blue haired man happily exclaims. "And I'm Jessie!" The woman says, shifting her body to lay on the armrests of the chair she's sitting on with her feet kicked up.

"An' 'm Meowth! Dats right!" The Meowth does a little pose with both paws in the air, "We'v been let onta the Taskforce account ta answer sum questions! So send them our way!"

End of id]

You heard them, send some questions.

By the way, I'll be recording the answers and posting them, no matter what they say.

-Agent Soul

#pokeblogging #pokemon rp #pokemon irl #pokeblog rp #team rocket blasts off again #Agent Soul

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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just saw the invite to your discord server and it's invalid :(( do you have a newer invite?

I do indeed! Sorry I always forget to post a new one! Here is the link again for anyone new! We have lots of fun over there and the discord often gets random au ideas first and get to help vote on little things in the AUs! 💙💙💙

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vicky82gargoylesfan · 1 year

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My Thoughts on Issue 4: Tale Old as Time

I admit, I didn’t do issue 3 as I was busy and the problems with digital copy on Amazon made me look at spoilers before I got my physical copies and they came quite late too.

I got issue 4 a lot quicker, it was actually dispatched on Tuesday, so they arrived on Friday. The Amazon digital copy issue seems to be sorted out as well (but it was still late). So hopefully I will get Issue 5 with no problems, cross fingers

Spoilers

Here some small thoughts on Issue 3. It was still a good story, liked that Broadway was narrating and quickly figured Thailog kidnapped Maggie and Mary. Great to see Xanatos again along with Alex (who’d gotten big) and Fox (her powers are evolving more). Talon and Maggie’s baby is cute, love that he’s named after both of their Fathers. I always figured he would be human and would have lightning powers.

My favourite cover for issue 3 is, Cover D Variant Lesley Leirix Li. I just love this one.

On to Issue 4

The Art/Colouring is amazing, I love it.

.Goliath narrating, which fits perfectly for this issue, due to the ending

We meet Dino Dracon and he’s brutal. He just slammed Pal Joey’s head on the dashboard and kicked him out of the car, due to Pal Joey splashing water on his shoes. Antoinette didn’t even correct Dino when he called her Toni, so she’s definitely scared of him.

I wonder who’s watching TV, Renard perhaps.

In issue 3 we were introduced to some new characters of the other crime families and got there last names in this issue and 2 of those last names were familiar (more on that later) So, Huracan Sanchez, YingPei Choi, Grisha Volkov and Izakk Slaughter.

The Police station has been rebuilt and re opened, so I guess could be 7 or 8 months after it was destroyed. So it could be June/July.

I wonder what Margot Yale showed Matt on the clipboard, he certainly didn’t look happy about it.

The Gargoyles wake up and Goliath was about to talk to the others but they went did there own things. Brooklyn and Katana giving Gnash a history lesson, but he thinks he doesn’t need it.

I wonder what Angela and Broadway wants to talk to Coldfire about and why it’s so exciting, Mating ceremony perhaps, I’m excited now.

Poor Lex, he needs a hug, glad Goliath and Hudson noticed that the Trio are drifting apart and Lex being left out. He’s now spending time in the computer lab, I wonder if he’s online chatting to Amp.

Rosario Sanchez and Peter Choi finally appear, I recognised those last names from the episode High Noon, they saved a child from drowning. So they are secret lovers (referencing Romeo and Juliet) and there families are part of the 5 crime families, Yingpei Choi and Huracan Sanchez.

I assume the masked men in Gargoyle masks are Dino Dracon, Glasses and Pal Joey who are kidnapping Rose and Peter.

I wonder this is what Margot was showing Matt on the clipboard, that they got new choppers. I wonder what the budget was in the end because in Invitation Only, Matt said in his meeting that the Chief and the Mayor were still duking it out over their budget for the Taskforce. So it must be a very good budget to get those choppers. But maybe they could be a donation from someone.

So Goliath has been captured and he’s going to be in prison for longer than 3 issues, due to the description for issue 7.

Can’t wait for issue 5. I wonder Hudson or Brooklyn will be narrating.

#gargoyles #disney gargoyles #gargoyles dynamite

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reds-skull · 5 months

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Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART][AO3 LINK]

Two chapters in the same day? It's more likely than you think.

I was on a roll, so I just wrote another one, hope you enjoy haha. Some real fun characters get introduced! I'm very excited. Also reading your tags is very fun ty all <3

The very day after their long chat, Ghost’s ears pick up Soap’s laughter when he enters mess. He and Gaz are sitting together, being menaces to society as they used to. The Scottish Sergeant spots him a few moments later, and practically beams at him.

Ghost doesn’t know enough good words to express his relief at the sight.

The two Sergeants wave him over obnoxiously, so he takes his morning tea and sits himself beside Gaz, filling his vision with Soap.

He and Garrick often drink tea together at the early mornings, and Soap notices the two mugs of identical beverage and mutters, “fuckin’ Brits…” while taking a sip of his own disgustingly black coffee.

Ghost kicks him lightly under the table and lets Gaz get blamed for it.

The three of them get summoned to Price’s office soon enough, and now they’re all expectantly standing at attention in front of the Captain.

Ghost distantly thinks of the amount of direct orders the lot of them disobeyed in the last week or so and internally cringes. Well, the good part of the day is certainly over.

“The amount of headaches you muppets give me will make me die before age 40, Reapers give me strength…” The man rubs at his eyes.

Ghost steps forward, “as their commending officer, I take full blame for the Sergeants’ misbehaving-”

“Oh I’m not punishing you will you stop with the formal tone Lieutenant” Price lets out a small chuckle, “but you all better be on your best behavior from here on out, that clear?”

“Yes sir!” they all chirp as one. Ghost thanks Price more privately in his thoughts.

“Now… I’m afraid I got bad news and good news.”

“The good news is that MacTavish is no longer under any other command beside mine.” The meaning of the words trickle through each soldier.

Soap looks the most grateful, eyes shining at Price with unwavering loyalty, “Thank you Captain”.

“Don’t thank me yet, son. I had to make some sacrifices for this transfer.” Price becomes annoyed, “we got a job to do.”

“What’s the catch?” Gaz raises an eyebrow.

“We’re under General Shepherd for this one, boys.”

Ghost’s fists curl like his stomach. His old CO. One of the bastards that signed on his original misuse of Limbo. If the residents of that empty void had enough soul left in them to understand the bigger picture, many of them would curse the General instead of him.

As it stands, he takes on all the burden of the General’s past sins. As always.

Price echoes in his head, “they wouldn’t let me take Soap otherwise. I’m sorry Simon.”

Ghost calms at that. If he has to do one last job for Shepherd to have Soap permanently join them, he’s willing to behave.

He knows Soap is worth it, somehow.

Turns out, Shepherd was just the gates to the hell that was this mission. International human trafficking ring, several soldiers missing along dozens of civilians, the suspected collaboration of ultranationalists from a handful of countries and one drug lord that only goes by “El Sin Nombre”.

The taskforce spends the week combing through the intel they have along with Laswell, trying again and again to make sense of this shitshow. The data doesn’t add up - there’s no reason for people all over the globe to be interested in the human trafficking. The majority of them are arms dealers and warmongers. If it was only military personnel, it would’ve made more sense, but what do civilians from Las Almas have in common with SAS soldiers?

Ghost was sitting at the 141 common room on one night, eyes burning and brain mushy from the amount of information he’s been trying to cram into it.

He takes a moment to survey the room. “Common room” isn’t really the right term for it; it was a small spot near their barracks, containing a tiny kitchen, a table and a couple old sofas. He was sitting at the table, where the lighting was the best, and reading through documents related to the PMC they spotted dealing with smugglers back in Switzerland.

Soap and Gaz were doing the same, but at some point have fallen asleep, now leaning against each other and snoring lightly. Gaz, as he often does, started floating in his sleep, leaving Soap barely hanging onto his legs.

Finding the view comical, he went over and pushed Garrick lightly. Like dominoes, they fell on top of each other, startling awake.

They both sputtered and blurringly looked up at Ghost. He dead panned and ordered, “go to sleep in your own beds, Sergeants.”

Soap was about to open his mouth to complain when Gaz yawned and took hold of the back of his shirt, dragging them both in the direction of their rooms. Not before Soap let out a small “g’night LT”.

Ghost would stay up a few more hours before he could reunite with his own bed.

They had a little more time left until the transport to Mexico, so Price decided to let them loose on the revenant training grounds.

Unsurprisingly, Ghost got authorization to use Limbo. Now that Shepherd is in charge, he expects it to happen quite often. He should’ve been at least a little glad about it, with Limbo potentially being calmer.

He can’t be.

His brain supplies him with ample nightmare fuel, mostly starring his taskforce teammates screaming at him from Limbo, calling him a monster.

Price’s eyes burn a permanent spot at the back of his head, taking in all those thoughts. The Captain does his best to distract him from that line of thinking, but Price isn’t always there to fill his mind with the calming smell of tea and the warming sun on a rainy day.

His attention returns to the junkyard, where Soap now stands. He looks as apprehensive as he did the last time they were there, but he looks up at Ghost, and they nod at each other.

Since what happened at his room, they became… closer. Soap trails after him often, chatting about everything and nothing. It helps with the incessant screaming in his head.

Soap punches a truck, blowing it with enough force that the soundwave shakes the watchtower. He has to admit, watching Soap at his element, destruction surrounding him, fire catching on his arms without burning him, a glint in his eyes that would make grown men piss themselves…

Ghost feels something bubbling inside him. It’s warm and strange, and he pushes it back down.

Soap tries the ‘rocket technique’ Gaz has been begging him to give a chance to. He drops to the ground, and blows the earth underneath him.

Ghost doesn’t know if to laugh or shout when the Sergeant actually launches up, flailing and screaming for dear life, before being caught by a giggling Gaz. The poor Scot hangs onto Gaz like a kitten stuck on a thin branch, and they both float safely to the ground.

They stop laughing quickly enough, when Price’s voice booms through all of their brains to howl at the Sergeants’ dangerous tricks.

Soap’s range goes far enough by now that he’s not spared.

The night before they’re to be transported to Mexico, Ghost observes Gaz sitting on the roof of their barracks, alone and staring up to the skies.

He spots a ladder nearby and quietly makes his way up, eventually sitting down next to Garrick. The Sergeant wasn’t surprised by his arrival, instead turning his head in acknowledgment.

“Price’s thought leaked the other day.” Gaz airs.

Ghost hums for him to go on.

He turns to look at him, “if it comes to you using Limbo when we’re nearby-”

“It won’t” Ghost grounds. He doesn’t need someone to affirm his fears.

“If it does,” Gaz bulldozes on, “I’ll make sure to get everyone out safe.”

He sharply turns to study Garrick. They have a small staring contest before Ghost rises up with a sigh, “make sure you’re out safe first, Gaz.”

The Sergeant doesn’t respond, but is taken by surprise when Ghost offers him a hand, “we have a long day tomorrow, best to get to sleepin’ Garrick.”

The other soldier frowns before huffing a small laugh, taking the offered hand and getting up as well, “thought the Ghost doesn’t need sleep.”

Ghost sighs miserably, “one of many myths I wish were true.”

The flight to Mexico is a boring 11-hour ordeal. Evidently none of the Sergeants got enough sleep last night and are now snoring away, this time with Gaz safely secured by seatbelts.

Ghost and Price remain vigilant, exchanging words in their minds from time to time, but mostly leaving Ghost to sink into his own memories.

Last time he was in Mexico was… his own Reaping.

He remembers the dirt caking his lungs, the squelch of decaying flesh under his fingertips. The constricting feeling in his chest, as if his body knew, it doesn’t have long to live.

And the jarring shift when he appeared above ground, turning around to see his own unmarked grave.

Ghost now sees those ladder-like patterns, swirling around the plane interior. Price and the Sergeants fade away, and he sees his Reaper forming, a being of multicolored flesh and six unsettling eyes, molten light leaking from where its mouth should’ve been.

“SIMON RILEY”

“Reaper.” He suspiciously answers. His Reaper doesn’t appear when times are well.

“YOU KNOW OF THE REVENANT OF DESTRUCTION?”

Ghost frowns, “Usually goes by Soap.”

“HE IS A DANGER. BRINGER OF DEMISE. STAY FAR FROM HIM IF YOU WANT TO GO ON LIVING.”

The Reaper fades away, ignoring his shouting.

“Simon? You solid?” Price’s voice floods his mind, a stark difference to the sharp, overwhelming scream of his Reaper.

Ghost takes control of his frantic, erratic breathing to something closer to normal. He sharply nods before warning Price away from his brain for the next while. He needs to maul it over, alone.

Soap is going to kill him, according to his Reaper. Or ‘bring his demise’, whatever the cryptic fuck meant.

He’s almost mad at his Reaper for even suggesting Soap could do something like that. Soap, who decided he rather blow himself up again and again to atone for his sins, instead of using his extremely powerful abilities. Soap, who looked at him with no fear from the moment they met each other. The person he spent months thinking about, a single mission with him turning his world upside down.

‘Bringer of demise’? Fuck that.

If he’s destined to die, this time for good, by the hands of Soap, so be it. He looks over at him now, face slack in his sleep.

If there’s someone he’d be content with killing him, it would be Soap. He just hopes it won’t weigh on his conscience too much after he dies.

Reapers know it won’t be his fault.

They land after far too many hours, Ghost left with an empty feeling after the meeting with his Reaper. After hours of thinking about its words, he’s no closer to figuring out exactly what it meant.

The feeling fades a tad when he eyes Soap waking up, blinking into consciousness, and when he notices Ghost watching him, gives him a lopsided tired smile that Ghost wants to see every morning for the rest of his life.

The force walk down the ramp with their duffel bags, towards two men expecting them on the tarmac.

“Captain Price! It’s good to finally meet you face to face”, The taller man grins and approaches Price to shake hands. The one behind him smiles slightly at Soap and Gaz, but when he looks at Ghost his face pales.

Looks like he hasn’t lost his old charm just yet.

The men introduce themselves as Alejandro Vargas, Commander of the Los Vaqueros, and Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra. They and the 141 will cooperate on this upcoming mission, and the taskforce will be residing at their base.

Ghost stays by the sidelines as the two parties converse, overlooking the surrounding scenery. The ladder-like patterns still swirl around the edges of his vision, as he listens to Soap talk with Vargas.

Soap says “I’ve never been to Mexico…” when Alejandro responds

“This isn’t Mexico…

This is Las Almas.”

ohohoho love using one (1) line from the campaign. Anyway I should really go to sleep now no more chapters for today!

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doctor-tessa-adler-gray · 11 months

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Part 2

2022: Taskforce 141

Summary: Tessa tries to find a way to contact Elliott without being caught.

Warnings: Slight physical abuse || Stalking || Mentions of death || California

Throughout the next few days Tessa had been continuously checking her and Elliott’s messaging system on the dark web. No one else had access to it aside from the two of them and you had to know exactly where to look and what to type to find it.

Each time she checked it the green letters from the last time they talked stare back at her from the black screen.

‘I don’t think I’ll be able to find you this time’

‘Why not? What happened?’

‘I got caught up in a war and it’s not looking good’

‘Another war?’

‘Yes’

‘Alright. If I don’t talk to you again. I love you. I’ll see you in the next life’

The messages were signed off as 1990 and before that there was stuff from 2013, 2077, and many other times that had internet. They were lucky to be able to talk in 1990, their knowledge from 2077 helping them vamp up their computers.

“Red, are you with us?”

Tessa blinks and looks up to see Soap staring at her worriedly. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Where’d you go?”

“Just having some more flashbacks. Nothing bad.” She adds when he frowns worriedly.

“You sure you’re alright?“

“I’m sure.” She picks up her cup of coffee he’d made her and takes a sip, savoring the bitter taste of the plain black beverage.

Soap watches her for a moment before turning back to Gaz and continuing their conversation about what beer was best for what occasion.

Tessa excuses herself, getting up and taking her cup with her as she leaves the room. She heads back to her own room and pulls her laptop out of its bag in the corner. The cup makes a dull thud sound as she sets it down on the desk before flipping the laptop open. Following the familiar patterns and codes, she makes her way back to their chat and scans over it for the hundredth time.

This time she’s greeted by new text, bringing a small smile to her lips. The text isn’t even a sentence, just two sets of numbers she recognizes as coordinates and four extra numbers representing a time.

•

Tessa looks at the gps system and takes one final step to the coordinates Elliott sent her. She finds herself in a dark alley. The few lamps in the area don’t do much to push back the shadows that hide most of the area. Checking her watch to see she’s on time, she steps into the alley and waits.

At one minute past she hears the tell tale sound of a lighter being flicked on and sees the flame lighting a cigarette. The person’s face is still hidden and the smoke reflects off of the dim light, giving an eerie effect.

The person steps out of the shadows and she lets out sound of excitement when she recognizes the man.

“Elliott.” She breathes, hurrying over to him.

Before she gets close enough to touch him she’s stumbling backwards, her face stinging from where he’d just backhanded her. When she regains her balance she looks to him for an explanation and he stares down at her.

“You missed.”

“I wasn’t the one who shot.” She defends and he raises a brow, lifting the cigarette to his lips.

“That’s even worse. Why weren’t you the one taking the shot? You used to be a great sniper.“

She glares at him in response to his accusation. “You just caught me by surprise.”

“Don’t make excuses for failure.”

She sighs and looks away. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Never apologize.”

She looks back to him and huffs. “Can I hug you now?”

“Come here.” He opens an arm and she wraps hers around him, burying her face in his neck and taking a deep breath. “God, I’ve missed you.” He mutters.

“I missed you too, Elliot.”

“It’s been a while.”

“A while? It’s been two lifetimes!”

He hums in response, opting to just enjoy the feeling of her in his arms again. They stand like that for a few moments before he pulls away and kisses her.

“How did the war go?” She asks when they finally break the kiss.

“It went alright. We won, but now California has the capitol.”

“Ew…”

“Mhm.”

“K.I.A.?”

“No, I finished my service and lived until I had a heart attack.” He rolls his eyes and offers the cigarette to her, which she takes gratefully.

“A heart attack, huh? That’s a first.”

“Wasnt my favorite death experience.”

“I bet. The closest I ever got to a heart attack was when that generator electrocuted me back in ‘09.”

“I remember that.”

There’s a peaceful silence for a minute or two before Elliott starts the serious conversation. “Why are you with the SAS?”

“I didn’t really have a choice.”

“How so?”

She grimaces. “The government figured out how to track me.”

“Track you as in…”

“The moment I respawn they get a blip on their map and bring me back here.”

He looks down at her and frowns. “How do they do that?”

“Something about my blood. They never told me much. I won’t be able to run off with you anymore….”

“We’ll figure it out. What year were you caught? If I meet you then I’ll protect you.”

“2019.”

He makes a mental note of the year and nods. “I’ll keep an eye out. There’s some scientists I know that may be able to help. I’ll keep you updated when I can.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. I need to head back.” He glances at his watch and nods.

“Alright, I’d better get back too. Let’s meet again sometime.”

“Sure. Next time don’t bring a tail.”

She nearly chokes on the smoke she just inhaled and looks behind her.

“I wasn’t tailed. I made sure.”

“You’re really telling me I’m wrong?”

She looks up at him and tilts her head. “You’ve got a tail on my tail, don’t you?”

“I did once I knew he was there. You better go before he decides to shoot us.” He smirks and plucks the cigarette from her fingers. “See you soon, Tess.” He drops it on the ground and grinds it out with his heel before disappearing into the shadows again.

•

Tessa silently closes the door to her bedroom, having snuck back into the bunker without seeing anyone. No matter how much she tried, she could not spot either her or Elliott’s tail on the way back. She kicks off her boots, changes into sweats and a t-shirt before crawling into her bunk and going to sleep. As she lays trying to fall asleep and get the three hours she MIGHT get, she doesn’t notice the door crack open just enough for someone to peek inside at her.

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