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naconaco · 2 months

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#AleRudy #CoD #CallofDuty #AlejandroVargas #RodolfoParra

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cowyolks · 1 year

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The Moon to my Sun (Alejandro Vargas x F!Reader)

Summary: After the events of a recent mission, Alejandro takes the Task Force to his home in Las Almas, where the soldiers meet some unexpected guests.

Words: idk

Warnings: Mentions of blood and a gunshot wound. Just some pure fluff.

“We’re compromised. Nowhere is safe.” Ghost growled from his spot in the back of the car. Soap sat next to him, nursing the gunshot wound on his bicep that his Lieutenant had messily bandaged.

“We don’t know who to trust.” Soap twanged, his Scottish lit slightly deeper from the amount of pain he was in.

Alejandro had his knuckles pressed down hard against the steering wheel, chewing on his lip for a moment before turning his gaze to Rodolfo from the passenger side. It seemed the two were having a silent conversation in their heads before Rodolfo nodded softly.

“I know a place.” Alejandro spoke unhappily. The task force was his ally, but he had hardly trusted anyone of knowing his hideaway besides Rudy.

“Where exactly are you taking us?” Ghost asked skeptically while he anxiously sat, tapping his fingers on his knee. “Somewhere safe. Confía en mí.” Alejandro cruised through the country until he caught the familiar dirt path that led to the small home he had built by his own hand. The white paint tied well with the orange brick and blue accents of the porch.

It was homey, you had done well of fixing it up to a warm and welcoming standard. Orchids and wild sunflowers bloomed in the landscaping, soccer balls and toys littered the yard, obviously you hadn’t had the time to pick up the mess. The colonel put the car in park, stepping out into the drive. His eyes warmed at the cement stepping stones with his and your handprints among them, as well as his two boys.

“You hit your head, Alejandro? This is a civilians house.” Soap laughed lightly, but Alejandro didn’t seem to comment as he saw his boys peek out the screen door before busting it open.

“Papa!” His eldest screeched, running towards him in an incredible speed. Alejandro laughed throatily, bending down slightly to bring his six-year old into his arms. His youngest son of three waddled towards him too, his little legs breaking out in a run. “Oh, Mi niños! You’re getting too big.” He playfully poked his youngest in the belly as he sat down his oldest.

They spotted Rodolfo off to the side, ignoring Soap and Ghost as they went to greet their Tío Rudy.

“You sly dog.” Ghost commented, turning to Alejandro as Soap stared in amazement at the two little boys jumping up and down with Rodolfo.

“You’ve brought company.” Your voice rang over the clack of the door as you rested a hand on your swollen belly. It was the prettiest music to Alejandro’s ears. He turned to face you, his eyes lighting up at your pregnancy glow. By now you only wore flowing summer dresses that didn’t feel as tight on your eight month bump.

“Mi sol, I’ve missed you.” He greeted, his voice as soft as the clouds and filled with so much love you could have combusted on the spot. His feet traveled to you until he wrapped you in his arms, his chin resting on the top of your head. He pulled away, his face breaking out into a grin before placing several kisses all over your face before planting one on your lips. “You look so beautiful.” He complimented, just as Rudy cleared his throat.

Alejandro clapped, becoming aware of his friends that were looking on in amazement. “Hermanos, this is my wife, Y/n.” He wrapped an arm around you as you waved shyly to the men. “And my boys, Mateo and Tomas.”

“Ma’am.” Soap nodded his head, clutching his wound tightly while Ghost only nodded his head in your direction. Your eyes locked on the blood covering his uniform as you clicked your tongue. “Alejandro has spoke of you, Soap and Ghost. Come inside, you must be hungry. I’ll take a peak at that wound too.”

You ushered them all in, making sure to place a hand on Rudy’s shoulder as you always did. It was a gentle and unspoken message of telling him a thank you for bringing your husband home safe.

You made quick work of stitching up Soap’s wounds before dinner. He thanked you silently all the while looking around the homey kitchen and living room. It smelt faintly of cinnamon and warmth, if anything his shoulders seemed to relax as you hummed softly under your breath. Ghost was sat at the kitchen table, oddly enough becoming a main source of interest to your boys, who hung off of him like a jungle gym. While you couldn’t see exactly what was going on under his mask, you had a hunch a small smile rested on his tired lips.

Alejandro took over stirring the pot of menudo over the stove, pulling you up a chair saying you shouldn’t be sitting for long periods of time. You had not felt this happy in a while and with Alejandro home it skyrocketed your happiness to an unbelievable point. You could probably blame some of it on the pregnancy hormones.

“All done, Soap.” You gave him a soft smile as you stood, zipping up the first aid kit you had originally bought for your boys. “Thank you, Y/n. What are you having?” He gestured to your stomach softly, and your smile twisted larger across your cheeks. You bent down to his level, “Alejandro doesn’t know yet, but he’s getting a little girl.” You whispered excitedly, bouncing up and down on your heels.

“I’ll be damned.” Soap drawed, happy for his new comrade.

“I’m going to tell him tonight.” You gushed, before taking over with Alejandro as you winked. The colonel whacked your hand away gently as you reached above for the bowls, instead he stretched and handed them to you as you scooped up a bowl of the stew for everyone.

“This is wonderful as always, Y/n.” Rudy complimented from the table, and you brushed it off with a shrug. The adults sat around the table for a while, occasionally laughing as the boys wrestled and played with each other from the floor.

“Boys, time for bed.” You called, standing and letting out a yawn. “We want Papa to tuck us in!” Mateo protested as a quiet chuckle left your lips. Alejandro did well of hiding his pride as he stood from the table, kissing your temple. “I’ll meet you in our room, mi sol.” He vowed before racing his sons down the hall.

You hobbled to the closet, snatching a couple of blankets before gesturing Soap and Ghost to the loveseat and couch. Rudy always had the guest room. “I set the electric kettle on the stove if you want to use it, I know tea helps the nightmares.” You advised. “If you want any milk it’s in the fridge. You pointed to the refrigerator decorated in scribbles and drawings Mateo and Tomas made. The boys thanked you, bidding you a goodnight.

On the way down the hall you could hear Alejandro softly playing his guitar, humming a lullaby before coming to a slow stop. You watched from the doorway, feeling your daughter kick as Alejandro stood from his spot and placed down the guitar and flicked off the lights. “They just keep getting bigger.” He whispered, bringing you into his arms and pulling you down for a passionate kiss.

“Our family is getting bigger.” You added, Alejandro guided you to your bedroom door, opening it before sweeping you up in his arms. You let out a surprised yelp, as he placed you down on the bed. “And you’re providing me with a life I’ve only ever dreamt of, amor.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” You spoke softly, looking into Alejandro’s dark eyes. Your nose wrinkled, feeling a relatively hard kick from your little one. You brought your hand down to your stomach. Alejandro observed, placing his own warm and large hand down on your belly, rubbing small circles as the baby kicked.

“Babe has a strong kick.” Alejandro chuckled as the small baby attacked the palm of his hand.

“She’ll be tough like her dad.” You hinted. Watching as his eyes grew wide. “She? We’re having a little girl?” He asked, looking as if he was about to burst with excitement. You nodded your head, confirming the answer.

You sniffed as you saw the tears gather in your husband’s eyes.

“I have my sun, now my daughter will be the moon. I’ll protect you all forever.”

#alejandrovargas #Alejandro #alejandro cod #captain price #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #modern warfare #cod #call of duty modern warfare #Kyle Garrick #Alejandro Vargas

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call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes · 6 months

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Valeria: You're the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans... What does that even mean?

Alejandro: Well...

Rudy: They weren't always orphans.

Valeria: ...

Valeria: Oh...

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #alejandrovargas #rodolfoparra #valeria garza

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radiantblog-cod · 5 months

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"I keep my family safe"

Alejandro and his Wife

#cod #callofdutymodernwarfare2 #codmw2 #daz3d #render #codfanrender #alejandrovargas #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader

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abpdmindless · 1 year

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Alejandro + Lana del Rey song = the divine sky

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secularpoet · 1 year

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Call of Duty: Task Force 141 Chapter 3: Rundown

Chapter Three Song: Leave It All Behind - Cult To Follow

“Suffocate everything They complicate everything They seal your fate everyday but you can't believe it Take yourself far away from nothingness A million miles from emptiness And leave it all behind you”

Warehouse Unknown Location

Task Force 141 met at a warehouse, a private place to discuss sensitive details of their new mission. Considering the situation, there will be additional assets to the team. Gary “Roach” Sanderson, and Alex.

The two of them have met before, and Alex knows the members of Task Force 141, though he’s not exactly fond of anyone. He was somewhat hesitant to join, but being it’s regarding the President, he caved.

Roach is practically a “rookie” compared to everyone else, but he’s got experience under his belt nonetheless. Overall, it was almost like a “family” reunion.

The president was on video-call, everyone stood around a table across the laptop, and a map and files spread across the table, and a drawn diagram of their plans on a whiteboard.

The overall mission is broken down between two teams in two places. Team Ghost will venture Mexico. Their goal is to expand their vague lead by getting through to the Mexican soldiers who are paid off by the cartel.

By finding a link between the soldiers and the cartel, perhaps there is a link between the cartel and Russians. Just like with Hassan. This means a possible recurrence of El Sin Nombre, A.K.A., Valeria. It also means Alejandro

“Since we don’t know exactly if they are holding y/n, we will split up to cover ground faster.” Laswell explains. The two teams' photos are pinned to the map.

“Ghost, Soap, and Roach will head to Mexico and see what can be dug up, regarding any rumors or activity. Price, Gaz, and Alex will chase a lead in Russia regarding Makarov.”

“What exactly will we be searching for in Mexico if we’ve no leads there?” Soap questions.

“The reflection of the uniform in the video suggests the army. Possibly someone paid off, which we know isn’t unheard of.”

“Cartel.” Ghost concluded.

“Exactly. That’s as far as a lead we’re starting with. I recommend speaking to Alejandro Vargas considering they had to release Valeria not too long ago. They’ll be waiting for your arrival.”

“I’ve been told it’s better not knowing about this Task Force, but I trust Kate, so I trust you all. Please bring her back safely. Whatever it takes.” The president spoke up. “We will, sir.” Captain Price promised with his assuring, warm smile. “Is there anything we should know regarding her rescue, sir?” Ghost asked. It was a simple rescue mission, but it obviously wasn’t. There was something about this, though there wasn’t anything else to go off on. Until then, Ghost singularly focuses on the facts.

“She hasn’t done anything, if that’s what you mean?”

“No, sir. Just don’t want to leave out any important details.” Ghost didn’t push any further.

With that said, the rundown was concluded and everyone split from the table, grabbing their gear and supplies to load up on the plane.

“It’ll be like old times.” Soap smiles before recognizing the way Ghost was in thought. “You ‘right, Ghost?” Soap said, bringing him back from his thoughts, meeting Soap’s eyes.

“Affirmative.” Ghost responded, then turned away from the table, grabbing his gear, and making his way out of the warehouse to the plane.

What was going on in his mind? The thought of being captured, tortured, he’s reminded of a past that shaped him. He could completely sympathize, but he separated emotions from the mission. He’s concerned for y/n, but that’s all it was. Besides, what would happen if you’re all to fail this mission?

Not that he’d dream of it, albeit there’s always a possibility nonetheless. Yet, he will not allow failure to be an option.

Author's Note

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Hey guys! As I've said before, I'm totally going with the flow. I decided that some extra characters I'm going to enter in this universe will be, of course, Roach and Alex. I read up a bit on their crossover in COD Mobile (I should've read these comics before).

If I didn't say this before, I'm doing a different direction with the storyline with inspiration here and there. Again, I hope you enjoyed! :)

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pxnkedniall · 1 year

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Chapters: 10/16 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Rodolfo Parra, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Kate Laswell, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, König (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022), soap is a shit head, ghost is a shit head too, Emotional Constipation, Emotionally Repressed, Emotional Baggage, Emotional Roller Coaster, Swearing, I swear a lot I'm not sorry, Abuse of Authority, slight ?? saw a post about it on tumblr that ghost should hold his power over soaps head, The Author Regrets Nothing, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Author Has Played Call of Duty, attempting to make ghost more flirty instead of closed off and cold, soapghost, Updating tags as I go, dad price is concerned for his boys, influenced by tiktok and tumblr, Protective John Price (Call of Duty), John Price Acting as Task Force 141's Parental Figure (Call of Duty), Parental John Price (Call of Duty), Simon "Ghost" Riley Has PTSD, Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley, ghost is soft for soap, ghost gives soap a sweatshirt, Hurt John "Soap" MacTavish, Emotional Hurt, Angst and Feels, Mentioned Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Dead Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Mute Gary "Roach" Sanderson, König is a Task Force 141 Operative (Call of Duty), Mentioned König, Simon "Ghost" Riley Likes John "Soap" MacTavish's Hair, John "Soap" MacTavish Loves Simon "Ghost" Riley, Simon "Ghost" Riley Loves John "Soap" MacTavish, John "Soap" MacTavish / Simon "Ghost" Riley Angst, John "Soap" MacTavish Has PTSD, Needy Simon "Ghost" Riley Series: Part 1 of It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) Summary:

Being a part of Captain Price's Special Task Force 141 was no easy work. Often away from loved ones for extended amounts of times, dropped in the middle of nowhere, with intelligence that could crumble life and society as we know it today or could launch another world war with only your closest battle buddies being there to support you; sometimes it was someone you had only known for six months being on your six and trusting they were going to get you out alive. Being killed or captured was always a threat and work was never easy. Missions often went sideways, and you sometimes only had the supplies in your bag with the clothes on your back. Blood often stained the hands of the members of the 141, they flirted with the grim reaper often, and any distractions could risk your life on the field.

So why couldn't the tall Manchester rainstorm get the short Scotland sunshine out of his head?

Something in the Orange - Zach Bryan These characters are from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022) developed by Infinity Ward and published by Activision

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hecateslore · 5 months

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Juan Jabón Martinez Y Ale

Dos mejores de regional 🫡 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽‼️☝🏽

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bonkchai · 1 year

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Alejandro calls his favorite gun, “mi Chula” I’m screaming, he’s so fine. Me next.

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4951studios · 4 years

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Don’t mind me just want to keep y’all hydrated. This winter is all. . . . . . . #viral #rap #ripalejandro #comment #producers #undergroundmusic #alejandrovargas #soundcloudmusic #4951studios #producer #rapper #youtube #upcomingrapper #followme #jldivinci #edits #tagsomeone #soundcloud #soundcloudartist #hiphop #beatmaker #share #rappers #music #musicproducer #artist #soundcloudrapper #longlivealejandro (at Georgetown, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4XmiftFuE8/?igshid=b6zyy00wieth

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adiariomx · 10 months

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El recaudador de Rentas, Rogelio Loya Luna, informó que durante el primer periodo vacacional del año de empleados del Gobierno del Estado, que inicia ...

#Estado #AlejandroVargas #RogelioLoyaLuna

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naconaco · 6 months

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#AleRudy #CoD #CallofDuty #AlejandroVargas #RodolfoParra #ValeriaGarza

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cowyolks · 1 year

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MEDIC (John Price x Reader)

Summary: After patching up the 141, you notice the captain attempting to hide one of his injuries from you.

Warnings: sfw, blood, injuries, fluff, Captain Price being a hunk. My first post since like 2015.

Words: idk, more than 10.

You poked your tongue out as you concentrated on the needle and thread that you slowly and precisely thread through Soap’s arm. With a final tie, you finished his stitches, patting him on the shoulder as you stood from the chair you sat in.

“Take it easy the next few days, Suds.” You teased, Soap whacked you playfully on the side at the teasing nickname. He winced as it nearly tore the stitches you had just slaved away at.

“Oi! Watch it.” You reprimanded him jokingly, yet a twang of seriousness escaped your voice. Soap smiled apologetically, “sorry, Doc.”

“Go get some rest, sergeant. If you need anything I’ll be here.” She shoved him in his back, watching him retreat out the doors before turning to Ghost and Price. “Alright, Ghost?” You turned to him next, seeing as Price was only staring at you from afar, not moving to come closer to you.

“Bangs and scrapes, Doc.” He spoke low. You were used to Simon blowing off his injuries, you rolled your eyes, before assessing him. It was the truth, Ghost only had little bruises and cuts. You wiped off some blood on his eyebrow with an alcohol wipe, before giving him a couple pain killers and sending him on his way.

That just left you and Price.

“Captain.” You nodded towards him. Price and you had a rocky start to your relationship. He didn’t trust you around his team in the beginning, but the longer you stayed and patched up his team the more he began to respect you. Now he saw you as a friend, sometimes even more.

“Y/n.” He greeted back, before making his way towards you, his boonie hat sat low on his head, blocking his eyes. “You guys sure took a beating. Rough waters?” You asked, tracing over him until you saw the reddish brown tinge of dried blood on the side of his torso. “You could say that.” Price chuckled before bringing his hand up and itching his beard lightly.

“Is that your blood?” You asked, taking a step closer and watching as John took one step back. “No.” He tried to stop your ongoing interrogation, but you could see through his lies.

“It’s nothing I can’t patch up myself, Love.” Your heart quickened at the pet name, but that didn’t stop the scowl from painting across your face.

“Sit, Price. That’s an order.” You demanded, you watched as Price rose a brow, but did as you told him anyways. He sat on the medical table, taking off his hat. His hair was messy from the mission and his cheeks were red from the cold.

You turned away from him, feeling his gaze burn into your back as you gathered supplies. After gathering everything you needed, you placed them on the table next to him. “Lose the vest, Captain.” You ordered, and Price went to work on the many zippers and buttons before wincing when it came to his one side. “Stop, we don’t want you ripping open your wound more.” You grabbed his wrist, instead stepping between his legs to unfasten the vest for him.

Finally, you pulled it from his head, leaving him in just an olive-colored long sleeve that hugged his arms and chest. Your eyes trailed lower noticing the gash that traveled from his side around to his back.

“John, you should have came to me first. This is serious.” John chuckled, bringing his hand back to pull off the fabric over his head, discarding it next you. “That’s nothing. I’ve got you to patch me up anyways.” You scowled, not appreciating him blowing you off.

Grabbing his wrist, you placed it on your shoulder so you could begin cleaning the wound. His hand clamped down on your collarbone, softly squeezing it as you worked.

“I don’t want to have to patch you up every time. You need to be more careful.” You scolded as you began to thread the needle and start on his stitches. He didn’t flinch at the sharp pokes pulling his skin back together.

His opposite hand reached up, pulling a loose strand of hair behind your ear softly. His warm breath fanned across your face as he sighed. It smelt of tobacco and a sweet cinnamon, likely from his cigars.

“It’s my job, Love. You know how it goes. We get dirty so the world stays clean.” He reminded you. Quietly you finished his stitches. You wrapped some gauze around the area, before taping it off and sitting up straight.

“I want you to stay safe. I care about you John.” You admitted. His face was close to yours, the hand clutched to your collar bone pulled you closer, until you were wrapped in his hold. Your cheekbone pressed against his neck as he held onto you.

“And I care for you.” John whispered against your hold, finally pulling you back only slightly. He leant forward, his forehead pressed against yours before his lips warmly hit yours. You relaxed into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his neck before pulling away to breathe.

A soft smile broke onto his lips, as he held onto your hips.

“Go get some sleep, Doc. You’ve done me proud today.”

#johnprice #captainjohnprice #cod #mw2 #simonriley #soapmactavish #alejandrovargas #johnpricexreader #kylegarrick #price #callofduty #captainprice #captain price #John price #captain John price

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call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes · 7 months

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*The good old days*

Valeria: I like how we say "Oh, man" to express our disappointment. Because men are, in fact, a disappointment.

Rudy, sighs and turns to Alejandro: What did you do now?

#ValeriaGarza #AlejandroVargas #RodolfoParra #cod mw2 #cod mwii #Call of Duty

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radiantblog-cod · 7 months

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i think im funny....

#codmeme #CallofDuty #CallofDutyModernWarfareII #AlejandroVargas #soapmactavish #SimonGhostRiley #phillipgraves #InfinityWard #cod #callofdutymodernwarfare2 #simon ghost riley #codmw2 #john soap mactavish

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secularpoet · 1 year

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Call of Duty: Task Force 141 (on Wattpad) Two months after Hassan's assassination, America's President receives a video regarding the kidnapping of his niece. Task Force 141 is requested for the mission. Y/n is the mission. Once rescued, there will be two problems: your secret, and the man known as Simon "Ghost" Riley. Whose life will you choose: yours, or his?

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