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verdantcreek · 2 days

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happy lesbian LASWELL visibility week 💕

#call of duty #cod #artists on tumblr #cod mw2 #cod fanart #cod mw3 #cod mwiii #cod mwii #mwii #mwiii #lesbian visibility week #lesbian #kate laswell #cod laswell #laswell #laswell cod #laswell mw2 #call of duty laswell #my beautiful wife

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fadingsweetsphantom · 3 days

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Working on a couple cod fics i wanna put on ao3 here soon

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 9 days

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Reader who joins the 141. (I.e something silly)

They take one look at you and laugh.

Soap tries on the usual charming disarming flirtation.

Gaz tries to ease you in, being sweet as pie.

Ghost fucking glowers at you.

Price just observes you from afar.

You have to stop yourself from smirking at their behaviour.

It’s like they don’t see anything but for the fact you have breasts.

But you disarm ordinance faster than Soap knows is possible.

You outshoot Gaz on the range and in tactical scenarios.

You sneak up on Ghost in the Sennybridge tunnels.

None of them can figure you out.

Price knows what kind of person you are yet you still one up him with your management skills.

You’ve managed to get the team to fight amongst themselves over who could beat you in X or Y contest.

You chuckle as you place tender little kisses to Kate’s lips.

“So, when are we telling them I’m your wife?” You ask as you dip your fingers below the waist of her sweatpants.

“Never,” Kate responds as she lets out a soft sigh as your fingers ghost along her clothed cunt, “I like to keep them guessing.”

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ledgersmountain · 5 months

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“oh but she likes him-” she doesn’t, she’s literally married and doesn’t give a fuck to price romantically, she doesn’t flirt in the game BECAUSE SHE LOVES HER WIFE.

shipping her with a man while she’s canonically married to a WOMAN only invalidates wlw women.

“i smoke, my wife hates it”

amazing how always woman who are dating or married with another woman is invalidated, is always shipped with a man, this is tiring.

🫶

#call of duty #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #kate laswell #laswell cod #laswell mw2 #captain john price x reader #captain price #john price #price #price x reader #john price x reader #john price x you #cod x you #cod fanfic

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zoruxsblog · 2 months

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Laswell : how was your sleep last night y/n

Y/n, who spent their whole night listening to Ghost's dad jokes : ...good

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3archangelsaints · 1 month

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It's been months since he'd been home, Laswell had done her best to keep up with how you were feeling whilst 141 was after Makarov. You were good, you were running every day, you got a dog called Soap, ironically, he was both your best friend as much as Simon's.

He'd look at Ghost like he knew, everything, as if Soap was looking back at him through the dog. The last time Ghost left, Soap had whined and nipped at Simon, tugging the mask. He never did that before. Never.

It was weird, and unnerving, but when he came home, to low whines and scratching at the bathroom door, his heart dropped, and he broke the door down, to see you in the bathtub, pale, and cold and stained with the one colour he hated at home. Red.

He knew at that moment you were dead, Soap had jumped into the bathtub, nudging your lifeless head with whines.

He called Price and next moment they were all here, police officers and paramedics arriving. 141, still in uniforms, and there was an anger building within all of them. It was breaking their entire lives. Soap had to be tugged from your body, Simon washed his fur after things had cleared up.

Soap took comfort in Simon's strict words as he took him out for a walk. They walked to the cliff side where they'd released the ashes, and Soap seemed to calm down, looking out at the distance panting. He looked at Simon, barking excitedly, tail wagging.

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diejager · 13 days

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Just the boys and König finding sh scars on reader, and/or helping them stitch a wound? Platonic, if possible

I’m gonna make the assumption (I might be horribly wrong about this…) that sh means self-harm???

Cw: Self-harm, blood, scars, protective behaviour, helicopter parent (Price and Laswell), angst?, fluff?, stitches, tell me if I missed any.

There’s a certain level of… panic in their eyes, the rising waves of fright until it threatened to drown them in a thick and dark abyss, swallowing their minds whole at the single fear of losing you to something they could have stopped; prevention they thought, a plan B in case plan A failed, but if they didn’t know, how could they have time to set it up? König almost had a heart attack when he broke the door at Gaz’s call, finding you slumped against the bathroom door, one hand on the door knob and another - the bloodied one - limply clutching your phone, eyes blinking blearily at them, clouded in confusion and fatigue.

It didn’t take them long to call the rest, rushing you to the infirmary after your accident, cutting too deep and risking death from your slight slip of the hand. Laswell and Price were called, finding the four of them seated beside you after they stormed into the sterile room. You looked ashamed, not about the act of cutting yourself to feel more than the depression and darkness in your heart, but the act of being caught, letting them know of your… ways to refresh your mind. The shameful tilt of your head downwards, staring with heavy eyes at your bandaged wrist, cleaned and stitched up.

Ghost had forced your sleeves up, rolling them until your biceps to show the extent of it, the many lines, crisscrossing in old and jagged lines of paler skin, standing starkly from the usual flush. He wasn’t disappointed at you, never, from a person who cut themselves to another, he was more so disappointed in himself from not catching the signs —a dark omen of pain and sorrow, forgetting that he was blinded by your happy smile to catch the tired gleam in your eyes.

Both he and König knew the pain, the new scars that no one asked for, but kept adding and adding until it would eventually tear your arm off, limb from limb, piece by piece until you lost the will to keep on. He took on smoking instead, as self-destructive as cutting was, but the thicket of nicotine would calm his loud mind, and König had a therapist, someone he was… willing to talk to when things got too hard. They understood and felt, but failed you all the same, despite everything they vowed, they almost lost you because they were too blind to see past your thin mask.

It was a feeling shared by the two sergeants, the more sensitive and sympathetic of the bunch, more in tune with heartfelt affection and human socialisation than the others, and the two weren’t afraid to voice it. The anger at themselves, the rage that crossed Soap’s face when he curled his fingers, bleeding his palms in the same manner you bled your feelings, hidden and alone in your dark room, bathroom and floor stained in the iron-rich ichor.

Gaz made a face, lips pulled down, brows pinched and eyes wet, tears fluttering at the edge of his lashes. He was a soft man, feeling and sympathetic, nearing empathetic whenever he wanted to feel what you felt, but in a crisis like this, where the thought had crossed his mind once or twice, but never acted it, he was lost. Confused and afraid, a daze where he thought that - perhaps - was how you felt when he wasn’t there to ease your pain, ignorant of the subtle signs of agony in your heart, screaming for help when your mouth wouldn’t utter a single word.

Price and Laswell hovered, combat helicopters roaming around you for any danger, watchful and worried, confident in their helping hand, but worried you would need help. Wanting to help, but afraid that needing it would mean something much deeper, and today was just the boiling point of it, the discovery of your sorrow and their dread and disgust at their inactivity. Laswell had made a few phone calls, her voice hushed as she spoke, eyeing Price for corrections and agreements until they came to the same consensus.

If you hadn’t known any better, you would have considered them your parents, loving and caring, tender and affectionate, just as the rest of them, all friends and teammates you considered brothers. Yet, there was a stigma to it, one imposed by normal people that made you feel a certain way. Perhaps that why you hadn’t spoke about it, the dreadful need to keep it hidden until it was forced into the light.

“You don’t have to do it alone anymore, luv,” Price promised, his low and rumbling voice that exhumed calm tenderness.

That was all it took you to sob, a dam creaking and breaking, letting your tears flood outwards while you clutched at the lapel of his jacket, hiding away in the familiar musk and cologne of his parental figure.

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sprout-fics · 7 months

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Laswell Appreciation Post

Can we talk about how amazing this woman is for a moment?

Laswell is a high level intelligence analyst with over a decade of experience in and off the field. Her acumen for statecraft and spyfare is incredible. This woman graduated Suma Cum Laude from Cornell, has a Master's degree in strategic intelligence analysis and studied Near East linguistics at the American University of Beirut. She speaks fluent Arabic, knows her way around weapons, and once broke a terrorist's neck with her bare hands.

(LOOK AT HER!)

Her bio says that Laswell rewrote the book on unconventional information warfare, climbed the ranks and became her own female mentor. She's survived a terrorist bombing, became a station chief, refused to testify before a senate hearing, was in charge of a SAD blacksite, and has been credited with saving tens of thousands of lives.

-and that's just the stuff from her bio.

Laswell is a support character during the entire series, but without her the entire story would crumble. Laswell is the one to recruit Price to find the missing Russian chemicals in MW2019. She is the one to find Hassan in MW2022. She is the one who went out in the field herself to see the job is done correctly. All of the information that 141, Alex and Farah, and Los Vaqueros act upon comes directly from Laswell. Hell, this woman got captured by Al-Qatala in the process of trying to find the missing missiles. Laswell is the one to find out how Shadow Company and Shepherd lost them in the first place. She's the one who tugs on the Russian thread and reveals the villain of MW2023, Makarov.

Laswell's achievements are often overshadowed by the plot and gameplay, but goddamn is she such a great example of a powerful female character, and an older one at that! (Note, older refers to being older than many female heroines in their 20's, not to be confused with being old.) I can't think of an instance in any of the games where she is sexualized or objectified, and even when she is kidnapped she's shown not as a damsel in distress, but as a woman who can hold her own as soon as the time is right. Plus, what does she do immediately after being rescued? Goes straight back to business and figures out the real root of the campaign.

I admit I'm fairly surprised to see such a well written female character in a series that historically caters to men. The writers for the game did a fantastic job in creating an absolutely amazing character who is skilled, well-rounded, and extremely compelling. Please hear it for the queen herself!

Also gay rights to Laswell and her wife specifically 💅

#kate laswell #laswell cod #laswell mw2 #call of duty laswell #call of duty mw2 #mw2022

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antomatkoen · 1 month

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doodles of kate laswell and my rendition of her wife, michelle‼️

ouuuuergggg i love them i headcanon that the scarf kate wears was made by michelle :3

#kate laswell #laswell cod #laswell mw2 #call of duty laswell #call of duty fanart #call of duty #i love them so much

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ghosties--writing · 4 months

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Laswell and Price talking about you...

Laswell: "Do you trust them?"

Price: "No... but I trust their anger."

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 20 days

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It's a proxy war, John. We're all just pawns in this.

#cod laswell #kate laswell #laswell cod #laswell mw2 #call of duty laswell #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty mw3 #cod mw3 #mw3 #modern warfare #modern warfare 3 #cod mw

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cynthplop · 1 year

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laswell being cool content: where?

#call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #mw2 #call of duty #COD MW2 #modern warfare two #valeria mw2 #laswell mw2 #kate laswell #valeria garza #cod mwii #cod laswell #cod valeria #cod fanart #idk how to tag and probs never will lmao #anyways soapghost content soon.#gotta pace meself #but it's there and it's done #meanwhile you all have to think about laswell tho

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 days

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Tf141 and you taking a bubble bath.

Minors DNI 18+ content but not super explicit.

Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Price, Laswell (reader is AFAB/has a vagina)

Gaz gets in the tub with you, insisting on laying you back against his chest while he cops a feel helps you wash. He almost always ends up convincing you to ride him while he plays with your clit.

Ghost leaves you to it but sends you messages frequently asking if you need anything. Top up of your drink? A snack? A magazine? His dick? (He gets horny over your soapy body in the tub, so he keeps making excuses to come and check in on you)

Soap sits on the floor next to the tub and talks to you about your day. Constantly feeling you up whenever he can. He loves just burying his fingers inside you as you soak. He would get in the tub with you but doesn’t like sitting still in hot water that long. He just likes seeing you all flushed and blissed out. If he can make you come on his fingers while you relax, well that’s just a bonus.

John helps you shave and washes your back from outside the tub. He sometimes gets in with you but his broad frame is so large he’s often just a little cramped. He shampoos and conditions your hair (or just gives you massages if that’s more appropriate). He just enjoys the quiet and the intimacy bathing brings you both.

Kate sits at the other end of the tub, both of you doing your own thing while trading touches under the water. It’s a shared pleasure of yours as you just let the stress melt away. You almost always end up with one of you straddling the other sharing tender kisses before you relent and fuck each other senseless in bed soon after.

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blingblong55 · 4 days

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I can see her -141

Reader found out its lesbian visibility week....

R/N: why is everyone making memes about lesbians?

Gaz: it's lesbian visibility week

Soap: Price made it clear last week

Ghost: it was even on his weekly newsletter

R/N: does that mean I can finally see Laswell?

Soap: ....w-what?

R/N: lesbians aren't invisible this week, isn't that right?

Gaz: *sighs* I don't think you get it

R/N: why do they make lesbians invisible!? *cries*

Price: *walking in with Laswell, sees R/N and walks back out with her*

R/N: oh my god she won't be seen again! *sobs*

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obsessivelullabies · 2 months

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warnings. female reader, threesome, dom!laswell, dom!price, sub!reader, smut, 18+, strapon, praise. unedited. (please hear me out)

you had a strange relationship with your superiors. currently, your captain, price, had his large hands dug into your hips, his face in between your plush thighs, teasingly flicking and circling your clit.

laswell was teasing your nipples, gently kissing and licking them. your moans filled the room, you squirmed under their touch. you babbled incoherently, shivers of pleasure running through you.

“use your words, pretty girl.” laswell whispered to you, “tell us what you want.”

“more,” you begged.

both of them were cocky, they knew exactly what you needed. price moved to sit beside you in the bed, laswell found her way between your legs, aligning her purple strap to slowly thrust into your needy cunt.

price’s fingers rubbed your clit as laswell slowly thrusted into you, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

“takin’ it so well, sweetie.” price encouraged your delicate state, your moans almost drowning out his praise.

you came fast, your body shivering and shaking as you practically shrieked for them. the two rode out your orgasm, whispering sweet nothings to you.

laswell gently pulled out, your essence covering her strap and leaking onto the sheets.

price smirked to himself. “so pathetic,” he mocked. “my turn, lovie.”

masterlist! | reblogs and comments appreciated.

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shy-marker-pliers · 2 months

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evil 141 (+ laswell)

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