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the-final-sif · 1 year

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I feel like there's two parts to the no fly list leak that are getting overlooked right now

1) the person in question has the handle "maia arson crimew" meaning media outlets have to cite "crimew" as the person they're quoting, which is amazing.

2) From everything I've read, crimew didn't actually commit a crime (in this case at least). According to crimew, the no-fly list was discovered on a publicly accessible server, totally unsecured. crimew was using Shodan which is a totally legal tool regularly used by a lot of the security community for research. Schools use and provide access to Shodan, it's a normal tool. Nothing crimew was doing was out of the ordinary. Her access and use of the file was most likely legal (or at least next to impossible to prosecute), given that it was publicly accessible.

crimew even notified CommuteAir of the data vulnerability. Which prevented more sensitive data from leaking, and was absolutely a sign of acting in good faith. Her obligation to even do that is a pretty gray area, but she did it anyways.

Now, crimew has gotten charged by the US in the past for other things, however, Swiss citizens cannot be extradited against their will. So the proceedings were suspended. She could only be charged under Swiss law, and given that the data is/was publicly accessible and the exposure was for public good, that's very unlikely to happen.

The people actually getting investigated by congress/the FBI/the TSA are the idiots at CommuteAir that were hosting the no fly list on an unsecured publicly accessible server. They're the ones who actually get in trouble for failing to have followed basic security protocols. They're the ones who had a legal obligation to safe guard that data, and they're the ones who fucked up.

#sif speaks #maia arson crimew #no-fly list #politics #to be clear to people in my inbox #I already edited this post to fix the accidentally switch to them/they #The remaining uses of them/they aren't referring to crimew #they're referring to other people #I can't do anything to update reblog chains though

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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please MORE KÖNIG X READER !! you write him so well it actually makes me feral. maybe smthn like sitting on his lap and getting your groove on, then the rest of the squad enters the room while könig is buried deep inside you 🫣 just a THOUGHT OK BYE

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Public sex, mentions of riding, orgasm denial, voice kink, possessiveness, being caught

This is bad.

This is really, really bad.

You hear them as they come in- muffled voices and boots thumping on the back stoop of the safehouse, the aged wooden door groaning as it swings open. They shuffle inside, trading conversation in weary German as they linger in the back hallway. The metal clink of gear, the groans of tired soldiers echo out into the main room where you sit.

Where you sit on top of König, with his shaft still balls deep inside you.

Motherfu-

Your eyes dart wildly to your superior officer, aghast with mortification. You can’t speak, can’t move, can hardly think with panic. His eyes seem to mirror yours for a moment, but as the footsteps of the other soldiers draw near he shifts, reaching for a worn blanket at the other end of the couch. As he moves he shifts inside you, heavy and full and warm-

You slap a hand over your mouth to silence the moan that threatens to escape, body sinking into him and eyes closing, shoulders shivering-

König manages to drape the blanket over you both, hissing instructions in quick German you’re just barely able to parse.

“Sleep!”

You follow the order instantly, collapsing against his chest and turning your much too warm face away from the entryway just as the squad begins to filter in.

They stop, however, upon seeing the sight of you both before them. With you braced on König’s front, arms tucked up along his chest, and König leaning back into the arm of the couch, your form splayed atop him.

The chatter stops.

The blanket is secure over you both, hiding any indication of your…other activities beneath bunched fabric. Still, the position is…intimate to say the least, no doubt a shock to your squad members who suspected you of having a relationship but never found any evidence to confirm it.

You stay completely still, forcing slow, even breaths to mimic the indication of sleep despite your wildly fluttering heartbeat. You think perhaps they might hear it, might realize exactly what is going on.

“Report.” König demands, and his next in command splutters before offering a brief, concise description of the recon mission they were just deployed on. He doesn’t dare mention your sleeping form, not when König’s tone commands nothing less than complete attention, utter respect for his authority.

Still, you hear the soldier trail off, eyes wandering to you, to the undeniably close position you are both in.

You don’t dare shift, but the mere realization of the compromising situation you’re in can’t help but make you tense, and then clench.

König’s hand tenses on your hip, the only indication he’s felt you. Yet hidden under the blanket the grip is close to bruising, digging into the meat of your side and making your face scrunch from where it’s turned away.

You can’t help it, you shiver.

Inside you, you feel König’s cock twitch. Hot, heavy, it forces your cunt to stretch around him, clinging slick and snug to his girth. The lack of friction has poisoned the growing heat in your belly, the pressure of it rising heady and salacious inside you. You want to chase it down, force yourself back on his cock and reign back your waning pleasure but you can’t, not with your squad eyeing your feigning sleeping form.

You shift, just an inch. Tucking your hips back against his and your face burns with the lewdness of it all, at the way König fills you so wholly, so completely there’s room for little else except the waxing, wet, covetous pleasure between you.

König’s hand grips your thigh.

Don’t.

You bite your lip to keep from whining, wanting little else than to sink your teeth into his chest, still clad in his favorite dark, black shirt that leaves little to the imagination.

You clench around him again, forcing your muscles to contract and holding the gasp that bubbles up your throat at the pleasure that spikes through you with the release. Wordlessly, you signal to him, heedless of your comrades.

Please.

A tap, two fingers on your hip bone.

Soon.

Despite your need you force yourself to settle, sinking further into his body even with your entire form coiled like a spring, energy pent up in every fiber, every cell. All the while König discusses the mission with his second in command in low, serious tones.

It forces another small shiver out of you, the way you can hear his voice dip and rumble with your ear pressed to his chest. Only minutes ago it had choked your name in a high, reedy whine, begging for you to sink down on him and offer the relief he so desperately sought.

“Mercy, meine Liebe. Please-!”

Now it speaks with authority, his voice rasping low in his native tongue. The words echo and ricochet in his chest, with your ear pressed there.

He shifts abruptly, scooting you higher on his form and you have to bite down hard on a groan as the head of him nudges against the bundle of nerves nestled in the softness of you. The pleasure is so sharp and sudden you flinch, face scrunching as you contain a whine of need. Entire form coiled tight, you try to not tremble atop him, shoulder shaking as a wave of velvety, coiling warmth spreads from the core of you, up along your hips and spine. It ghosts across your shoulders as your heart races, tries to climb up your throat with a lecherous, forbidden moan.

Fuck-

Worse yet, König’s hand grounds you, guides you, forcing you to grind yourself down on his length with the molten tip of him braced against your g-spot.

You can only cling to him, breathe through it as he keeps you there, refusing to let you budge from the unrelenting, scorching thickness of him.

You want to sob as you flutter helplessly around him, the wet center of you gripping him in a velvety embrace. When you clench, pulse around him it’s completely involuntary, a reaction built off the pure desire he stokes inside you. His hand tightens on your hip and it only feeds that flame, his grip to the point of pain and yet delicious, intoxicating in the way only he is.

The others in the squad have wandered off now. You can hear them in the kitchen, walking up the stairs, milling around the apartment in any room except the one where you both are.

You know their faces, their names. Young and fresh, they don’t have his experience, his strength, the history of scars you’ve kissed along his stomach, his arms, his shoulders. It doesn’t stop them from trying to flirt with you, the pretty medic that patches them when they’ve run into trouble. They moon over you, tease you, let their hands brush against your shoulders.

König sees it, sees their bright eyes and fixed stares. You know he does, even as you brush off their advances and dedicate yourself only to him. It’s only behind closed doors do you let him remind you of how you belong to him, only him.

“You’re mine.” He tells you, grunting in your ear. “They can’t have you, not the way I can.”

After all, it’s him who’s inside you right now, him who’s holding you steady, him whose voice rumbles deep and low in your ear.

He’s an elixir, a potion, one that glides across and into the core of you, coaxes your own molten desire into an echoing crescendo that shakes the very foundations of you.

You nearly shudder with relief when König dismisses his sergeant, only to suck in a sharp gasp when he bucks into you, unrestrained. His voice purrs into your ear, drowning out the sounds of other men beyond the realm of you and him.

“I almost wanted them to see.” He confesses abruptly, grabbing your hips and forcing you down onto him once more. You bury your head in his chest, shaking at the twisting, curling pleasure that climbs inside you without reprieve. “To let them know you’re mine.”

“K-König please-” You choke, voice hardly a whisper as your nose bumps the underside of his jaw, pressing into his hood.

“I know, I know Schatz.” He murmurs back, voice caught in his throat. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

You know he will. It’s all he’s ever done. Your guardian, your mentor, your protector, your poison-

Your beloved.

#König #könig smut #könig x reader #konig imagine #könig imagine #drabbles #asks #requests #small reminder requests are currently closed!#This is me clearing out my inbox

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cod-dump · 7 months

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König publicly swore to his team if he ever met the Ghost in person he would wrestle him on site. When Ghost heard the rumor he loudly bragged that he could win in 5 minutes.

The 2 teams meet for a shared mission and these legends lock eyes for the first time in front of both teams. And immediately start acting like rival bull moose. Literally crashing heads like rams trying to pin each other to the ground. No finesse no words no posturing just grunting and wrestling like they gotta prove something. Idiot college fuckboi jock style.

All the on lookers are just 😐. Horangi is confused but not, gaz is struggling to comprehend, soap is stoked, and price is filing for retirement as it all goes down.

Turns out the 2 legends are pretty evenly matched and they are beyond pissed about it. An hour in and they are no closer to a victor. The teams now have a betting pool going and price has called Kate to convince her to accept his resignation right now please, I can't do this anymore.

-sorry this is long. It got away from me a little

Everyone thought it was a joke, that the rumor circulating about KorTac’s colonel wanting to wrestle 141’s Ghost upon first meeting, it couldn’t possibly be real. But it was, to Ghost at least. He wanted it to be real, he wanted the infamous Konig wanting to challenge him to a test of strength. It was a ego boost, it made him even more annoying.

“It’s not real, LT. Why would the colonel want to fight you?”

“Wrestle, Garrick! He sees me as a challenge!”

“Hmm, right…”

Soap wasn’t helping the situation, he was also convinced the rumor was true… or he wanted Ghost to go pick a fight with Konig, Gaz wasn’t sure which one it was, honestly. Price was only partially bothered by it, maybe because he believed it was just Ghost fucking around and that he actually wouldn’t go head to head with the colonel.

If only that was the case.

The chance of running into KorTac’s colonel while on the field was extremely low, but it still happened. Both teams froze in shock at the appearance of the other, and Konig immediately looked at Ghost before shoving his gun into the arms of the closest operator. The excitement that took Ghost as he all but threw his gun at Gaz before charging Konig.

“This isn’t fucking happening.”

It was. Ghost was currently trying to overpower Konig who was trying to throw him to the ground. The KorTac men and women just blinked before a couple took their phone out and started recording. Gaz wasn’t sure how to feel, just watching Ghost all too eagerly take on a literal mountain of a killing machine like a kid on Christmas while Soap cheered him on loudly.

Oh, Price walked off, too. Lovely.

#call of duty #modern warfare #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #cod könig #cod konig #colonel könig #john soap mactavish #john price #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #Drabble #kortac #kortac operators #clearing out the inbox

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nonomives · 1 year

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Heeeey I think I got a better challenge or idea for you! Also I loved the filipense version of welcome home! 🤩 they all look stunning! How about a Circus AU for Welcome Home?

*DEEP FUCKING INHALES*

Oh my y. G O O D N E S S

hold on hold on hold on Omg ur so right hold on

Ok so excuse the fact that the picture looks like its been taken by a bank's security camera

Also some bits of a story i put together like last night while brainrotting over this concept

Smthn smthn, im gonna make Frank suffer angst hjgxwgsdjged

#aaaahahjvchvsjdv im gonna start answering asks now #so that i can clear up my inbox--#welcome home fanart #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home wally #wally darling #welcome home frank #frank frankly #welcome home julie #julie joyful #welcome home sally #sally starlight #welcome home poppy #poppy partrige #do people type all the tags for this??? because because boy it gets kinda tiring sometimes--#welcome home circus au #again this is so rushed jsbajbjdbknsf

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infamous-if · 3 months

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Look, Infamous has always been one of my favorite IFs. I just think, and of course I'll be respectful, that you cater to your Patreons alot more than the public who already have a hard time buying food. The public gets nothing but your Patreons get everything. And i do mean everything, i have contacts. It's actually putting me off and I hate to say that. I don't think the public deserves it, I understand money makes the world go around and I know life's not fair. Um yea, that's how I really feel. I will always love your work but it's not right if I can't even buy food to eat I can't get all that spicy stories on Patreon. Have a good day 😔

I understand and I'm sorry but people are being kind enough to spend 3$ and 6$ on me and have helped me greatly and I'm simply thanking them by making it worth it 😭 plus I don't really think im doing anything unique in the IF sphere because that's pretty standard with authors who have patreons 😭 that's the point of bonus content, you don't need it to enjoy the demo which is still, again, public

the spicy snippets are still a thing and they're public + the valentines special is also planned to come out publicly and the demo chapters are still very public so im not really sure what you mean?!@!#@ have a good day! :)

#inbox #okay sorry for ruining the dash with questions like this I just wanted to clear that up haha

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caelanglang · 10 months

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Now I’m just picturing the ada in a bind, they’re up against Chuuya, and someone’s just like “Dazai should distract executive Chuuya with her breasts!” and Dazai’s just like “eh? that’s just dumb.” Alternatively, Chuuya shows up unexpectedly and Dazai gets panickedly shoved forward and yelled at to attack boobs-first.

This is silly, I regret typing these but I already have so might as well click the button!

it's not silly! pls don't regret it.

i hope i also don't regret posting this lmaooo

#i hope it's a clear pattern now that if your inbox takes a longer time to reply it either means im reading into it #or that i don't know how to reply and am thinking really hard how to #or that im drawing smth for it lmao #inbox #inbox sketch

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onenicebugperday · 2 months

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Had an unexpected guest in the shower! 🤣 House centipedes are much more common, this is only the second time I see a scolopendra in my house. Could it be that it was using its antennae to drink from the condensation droplets inside the glass?

I suspect this is not an adult, what do you think? It doesn't have that many legs yet, plus it doesn't look quite like the most common species in northern Italy. Body size is about 2–2.5 cm, I'd say.

What a cutie! They wouldn't use their antennae to drink, they'd just use their mouthparts for that. I'm afraid I can't tell you much about this fella, though, as I'm not familiar with Italian species and I don't know a ton about centipedes anyway! @crevicedwelling would likely know more than I would.

#oops forgot this one was still in my drafts #ok NOW my inbox is cleared out #submission #bugs #myriapods #centipede

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deerspherestudios · 2 months

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#fanart #mushroom oasis vn #submission #this was for new years!!!!! omg!!!!#sorry for letting it marinate in my inbox for so long im clearing them out like its spring cleaning!!!#i love the colors here augh the charm of pencil colors get me everytime #tysm!!

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slasherscream · 1 month

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Hi, can I request a poly ghostface with a reader who's in drama? How would they react to her getting a lead in a horror musical (for example Mrs. Lovett from Sweeney Todd)?

A/N: going through my inbox and trying to get to the oldest stuff that still inspires me to respond. sorry for the world's longest wait. i am simply an easily distracted creature of the night.

They're hyping you up beyond reason. You're talented, but it doesn't matter if you sucked, they'd give you an ego about how good you are either way. Why? Because they love you. So everyone else better love you too... or else 🔪🔪🔪.

It's giving everyone better clap for my s/o when they come out to make their final bow or we'll blow up this fucking building, yeah.

Despite loving you, attending theatre really isn’t their favorite thing to do in the world.

So you getting a role in a horror musical is like… even though they love you: *insert finally some good fucking food gordon ramsey image here*

Are you more pumped to have gotten the lead in this play or are they?

No amount of fake blood is enough for them. They want to see you dripping in the fake blood of your fake victims. They bully their way backstage during the intermission of the show and they make you do a twirl while covered in fake blood. You look delicious.

It isn’t appropriate to do but Stu can’t stop himself from cheering at certain points. Billy hits him and tells him quietly to “shut your fucking hole they’re trying to act up there!”

Billy reads up on how to care for your vocal chords. Right before you go on stage he’s always got a hot lemon tea in hand for you. He makes you use a vocal nebulizer every day and go to a steam room twice a week. He’s got no clue if any of the stuff works but he doesn’t want you damaging your voice, so do it just in case and stop bitching about it.

Stu is your hype man. Even on the days they don’t attend performances, since the show runs for a while, he sends a shit ton of flowers for you to receive. We’re talking roses in every color. If someone working on stage crew has allergies, watch out! The sheer amount of flowers is a genuine public health hazard. He wants everyone to know you’re the best there is. A dozen rose bouquets might not send the message. Twenty will!

They keep an eye on your understudy as if your understudy is going to plot to kill you. You are not allowed to hang out with your understudy when they’re not around.

Billy saw you drink a beverage that your understudy handed you and barely wanted to speak to you on the way home after rehearsal. “You’re asking for it. You’re really asking for it, Y/N. You don’t know what that nutcase might have put in there!” Sir, I think the only nutcase here is you.

They might have to kill that understudy just to be safe.

#stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #poly ghostface x reader #black!reader #clearing out the inbox #they would be so fucking annoying #limit the amount of times they can attend a week #for the mental health of your coworkers please #think of the stage crew

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chrollohearttags · 7 months

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we all know eren has tattoos that he got for y/n. but does y/n have any tattoos that she got for eren?

yes she does, actually! One on her wrist in Roman numerals that matches his of their wedding date. Then a small skull with roses growing out of it on her forearm to match his (and because it was the cover to his first project, Living Dead Boy and it’s one of her all time favorites.) on her hip, near the pelvis, she has his initials tatted because why not 🤭 she also has a tiny Lola Bunny that matches one he has of Bugs.

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iamfabiloz · 3 months

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gray squilf!

#i think someone rqed but i forgot and i mightve deleted by accident when clearing stuff out my inbox LOL #squirrelflight #warrior cats #codysight art #waca #art #wc #warriors #wc art #warrior cats fanart #digital art #warrior cats art #warriors fanart #thunderclan #warrior cats designs #color palette requests #squirrelstar #i keep forgetting the star LOL bc she still squilf in me head argh

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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I have a request for a drabble...

König and the reader having a cozy morning together in bed

(Also I have a very sensitive neck and kisses, hands being here, licking, anything with my neck I melt, I would like to see his reactions with that.. or him teasing the reader with it)

Thank you so much and happy new year! 🤍

Anon this is SO late I apologize

(I'm running out of Gifs to use I think)

(Spooning, cuddling, sleepy morning snuggles, clingy Konig, touching, hickeys, pillow talk)

You’re used to rousing early in the mornings, eyes blinking awake before even the birds sing quiet songs of dawn. It’s a byproduct of your line of work. In the military there’s much to do at first light- assigning squads, morning roster, drills, equipment checks, intel briefings at the minimum. Usually by the time the sky is cast with light you’re already at the weapons range, the training ground, poring over mission reports.

Which is why now, when your eyes flutter open and you find the hazy, golden light of dawn peeking through the curtains, your mind clouds with gentle, bleary confusion.

That is until you shift, and immediately notice the huge, veiny arm wrapped around your front. Immovable, unbudging even in sleep.

It takes you a moment to gain your bearings, still cuddled under the mess of blankets your boyfriend has managed to kick and twist in his sleep. Yet the man himself is miraculously still, his forehead braced into your shoulder where his dozing, warm breaths billow into your skin.

He’s managed to drag you to him in sleep, both arms tucked securely around your smaller form. One hand splays across the exposed flesh of your stomach, buried there under your night shirt. When you shift, stretch in his embrace it curls there, closing just as you feel him rouse, hum a sleepy note of acknowledgement.

“Guten Morgen.” You mutter to him, one hand coming to rest on the hand tucked along your tummy.

Yet König merely grumbles, arms flexing as he drags you closer, his head burrowing into the soft junction of your neck and shoulder. He shifts, one leg raising under the blankets so it tangles with yours, his knee pressing up between your thighs. You allow it, let yourself burrow back into his warmth to stave off the early morning chill.

“Awake?” You ask gently, and the giant huffs into your shoulder, his warm breath seeping into your spine.

“Nein.” He replies drowsily, his voice a low, rough scrape in his throat as it rasps with sleep.

You smile, bare your neck another inch for his cold nose to skim along the skin.

“Don’t want to get up.” He murmurs there, and you feel the plush of his lips graze against your flesh when he does. “Want to stay with you in my arms, Liebling.”

“So clingy.” You tease, and yet make no effort to move, more than content to remain exactly where you are.

“Nur fur dich.” He mumbles, words obscured before he shifts, raises his lips to ghost across the shell of your ear. “Only for you.”

You can’t suppress a shiver at the hot breath that tickles your sensitive skin. When you do, König smiles, hums a low, rolling note in his chest.

“You’re so soft in my arms, Liebling.” He purrs, voice dipping with suggestion. “So warm.”

Eyes fluttering shut once more, you let out a dewy sigh as König’s calloused, broad palm raises higher under your shirt.

“Y-you must have slept well.” You remark, trying to keep the gasp from your voice when his hand skims across the rise of your chest appreciatively.

König only makes a small, sleepy noise of assent behind you, shifts so his knee rises higher between your thighs. You jerk reflexively when it stops just short of your core, feeling warmth rise to your face when the soldier behind your chuckles.

“So sensitive.” He teases, and you have nothing to respond with when his teeth suddenly scrape along the dip of your shoulder. Yet instead of a bite he presses a gentle kiss there, letting it trail along your skin as his lips raise back up to your neck.

“W-when you touch me l-like that, I- ah!” You gasp as his lips secure around the soft, supple flesh below your jaw and suck.

His hold on your is unrelenting as you arch against him with a little whine, fingers sinking into the meat of his forearm to ground yourself against the sudden warm, melting pleasure of his touch.

Yet he’s had a taste of you now, one that fills his mouth as much as it does his heart, drunk of the feeling of your wriggling little movements and short little gasps as he suckles against the hickey.

“K-König.” You mewl, soft and pliant in his arms, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“Stay.” He mutters when his lips pull away, and you feel him smile as you shudder free a breathy gasp just as he rolls a nipple between his fingers. “In my arms, just a little longer.”

You smile, cheeks warm as you huff free a breath and then shift, sinking dowards so you grind along his thigh, whisper your reply within this realm of pale morning light.

“Nur fur dich.”

#König #könig fluff #könig x reader #könig x you #könig imagine #mw 22 #mw22 #drabbles #requests #asks #Reminder asks are closed as I clear out my inbox!

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cod-dump · 6 months

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If Price retired he would open his curtains one morning and see Soap (Captain MacTavish now) with his face plastered on the window sobbing.

Soap: How did you do it?! How did you control us?! How do I get Ghost to stop stabbing walls when he loses something? How do I make Gaz stop hiding my journals? HOW DO I GET ROACH OUT OF THE VENTILATION DUCTS?! Price, sipping his coffee: Not my problem. *closes curtains* Soap: Wait I didn’t ask how to get Ghost to stop sneaking into your house and planting glitter bombs! Price: Glitter bo- Graves, from somewhere else in the house: YOUR CHILDREN ARE DEAD JOHN Nikolai: *ugly laughing in another room as Graves scream-swears*

Retirement was supposed to be peaceful.

He was supposed to settled down with Nik and Graves, work on his property, and do retirement related hobbies. Price doesn’t even know any hobbies he could start because he didn’t think he would get this! But Soap keeps calling him. He’s handling the promotion worse than how Price is handling retirement.

He asks two dozen questions each time he calls, each call almost always ending with him near crying and asking Price to come back just for a day to show him how to do things. He’s even showed up a couple times at Price’s property, unannounced and almost getting taken out by a either very surprised Nik or by Graves who shoots first and asks questions later when it comes to strangers showing up at his property in the middle of the night. Soap’s lucky he’s still alive!

Tonight, something is moving downstairs. Nik heard it first and soon all three men were out of bed and ready to take out whoever was in their home… then they heard Soap’s hushed voice and the three groaned in unison.

“John, get your man out of here before I shoot him!”

Graves doesn’t make threats, so Price assured his husbands he would deal with it before heading downstairs. He made his presence known, turning on the light with a sigh before looking for Soap. Oh, he’s hiding now. Great.

“Johnny, get your ass out here.”

Soap slowly raised from behind the couch, looking sheepish. Price just stared at him before looking at the clock. Way too fucking early for whatever this was.

“Johnny-“

“I wasn’t trying to wake you guys! I just wanted to get them and leave!”

Price felt his heart drop, “What?”

“Uh-“

“Who is here, Soap!?”

Price almost lost his fucking mind when he saw Ghost and Roach in the kitchen. Roach was stealing food while Ghost looked to be rigging something up in the pantry. Both froze when they saw Price and Soap in the doorway.

“Hey, cap! And captain… Heh,” Roach was putting food back into the fridge as Price stared at him.

Soap just stormed over to Ghost, “What the fuck is this!?”

“A… gift.”

“Take it back, I don’t want it,” Price muttered while continuing to stare at Roach. He wasn’t letting this shit take any of their food, Nik would lose it.

Ghost grumbled and started carefully removing wires and a box from the pantry. Price didn’t want to know what it was, he just wanted it out of his house and away from his husbands. They were both already pissy about Soap’s constant pestering, he didn’t want to know how they would react to whatever shit Ghost was planning.

“I’m going to get a restraining order on all three of you, I fucking swear.”

“Hey, what about Gaz?”

“GAZ ISN’T HERE!”

“Uh, yes he is! He’s in the car!”

Price had to take a breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed himself to not beat any of his former team’s ass.

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Yes, captain.”

So much for retirement.

#call of duty #modern warfare #john price #john soap mactavish #cod nikolai #phillip graves #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #kyle gaz garrick #incorrect quotes #Drabble #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #clearing out the inbox #pricegravesnik #nikpricegraves

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askchuuyanakahara · 4 months

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