#mw 22

[sprout-fics]

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!

[a-gromova]

Dusk

#call of duty #modern warfare #soap #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mwii #cod #mw #mw 22 #cod mw 22 #cod mw #mw II #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #Modern Warfare 2 #my screenshots

[blingblong55]

Just a bet- Philip Graves

This is the part 2 to this

Based on a request: Can I make a request, please of a heartbreaker Graves x Naive/Innocent Fem!reader? (Am in need some feelings hurt to feel something) Prompts; - reader is a general’s daughter, whilst grave is an ambitious soldier who aimed to be a captain (or somewhere along the lines) - There were bets of who can f-ck the general’s daughter happening behind the scene among the soldiers, and Grave decided to join in - Unfortunately reader, fell in love with grave. Found out it just a bet, felt betrayed and heartbroken. I hope this is okay with you, also it's okay if you don’t want to do it 🫶🏻🫶🏻 tqsm!

F!Reader, angst, implied sexual relations

A/N: like any man would say "short but good", enjoy:)

There you stood in an empty hallway before reaching the mess hall, heartbroken and all hope lost.

It was absurd how much his words and actions had hurt you, you were never asked to be his girlfriend but it hurt very much to know all he wanted this entire time was to use you for some bet. In many ways, he humiliated you for money. You were the girl any guy would want to sleep with, that you knew about; But for the first time in so long, you did believe he wanted you for you, that for a long time someone was interested in who you were as a human.

To be honest, when he took you on those dates, held your hand at that park and put his coat over your shoulder that night, you felt like someone cared enough to do those little things. It was like you were 13 all over again, blushing and looking away when he did something cute for you. At times you did want to see past those dates, how it would be during summer, him and you at your parent's house for some party. He didn't leave any clues of what master plan he had during those dates, that he was smart about.

The voices of the men were muffled as you backed away, not daring to walk into mess hall. He of course thought you'd be okay, not once checking in to text you like how he would when he was trying to desperately win that money. Your eyes were teary as you walked back to your dad's office and you so desperately tried to blink them away. Unfortunately, your dad had been a man like Graves, although he would never admit to it.

In his young years, he too tried to get with the general's daughter, but when he met your mum minutes before he tried anything with said daughter, he backed away and let life takes its course.

The look in your eyes was something he had seen before when you found out your first boyfriend used you for your looks back when you were 17. So as any good father, he stood from his desk and walked to you, "alright, kiddo, c'mere." his arms open wide. Your face on his chest, like the time you rode a bike and fell, how much you cried and how much he comforted you.

"It's not fair," you began, his hand rubbing your back.

"I just wish this time someone liked me, Dad…just me" your voice soft yet filled with hurt. And for minutes he let you cry in his arms. Maybe he can't discharge Graves for hurting his little girl, but rest assured he would make the man pay for it.

After weeks of you finally going back to being quiet and reserved, Graves saw you again, walking with some female soldier. You and her making jokes and sharing something on your phones. He did feel bad after a while. He missed how you would talk about any new space discoveries and how your face would light up when you would get excited about it. To be clear, the money was a bonus, he did like talking to you.

The promotion wasn't so important when he started to think of you at night, were you asleep? Are you thinking of him like he is of you? Will you talk in the morning over text? Did you like him?

But after all, what is a man if not selfish and rude? Graves did regret not being the guy you'd take home for the holidays, whoever the next man could be, he would make sure that man knows how lucky he is to listen to you talk. After you and he lost contact and the sweet glances you'd give the other stopped, he started to look into any new space discoveries daily, just in case you and him talked again and he'd wanted to impress you.

For a moment, a soldier like him felt normal by your side, he did like how your hands always found a way to his and he did picture you going back home with him, meeting his folks and spending the fourth of July with him and how he'd kiss you as the fireworks went off.

Life is full of mysteries, you follow or chase them and if you are a fool like him, you'll end up sitting alone in an office by the age of 39. The girl he later realised was the love of his life with another, probably about to start a family while he commands Shadow Company. To be honest, at times he looks back at pictures of you and searches for you only to understand you have disappeared from the face of the Earth. What could've been a life full of fruition is now a life of misery and regrets as he sits alone, lights dimmed as he scrolls through old messages.

If only he would stop looking for your late father. If only he would stop asking questions to those who were close to you, maybe he wouldn't be standing in the grave of an unmarked soldier. A small petal on the tomb, like the nickname he had given you during those golden times.

When he later found out he lost a life with you to the enemy, he made sure to search the ends of the world to kill the man personally. Because how dare he take away the only delicate petal in his life that hadn't died so easily from his touch.

All he will do in this life is regret winning a bet on men who have since died in wars created by men. It was just a bet, he'd tell himself every time he would go for a picnic at your grave or at the park where he wanted to lean in and kiss you on your second date. Just a bet.

A/N: angsty enough? dunno, but I do hope you like it :)

Tags: @kiamewrites @casimodull

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[itsclovhere]

Hill Flashback

Elena 'River' Reyes's Masterlist

River and the rest were trying to flee, trying not even lose their heads from the Mexican Army that were on their tail. From jumping, sliding, and crossing different obstacles, once River heard Alejandro's words, she didn't like what was going to happen next.

"We jump from here! Don't lose your weapon!" Alejandro drops.

River was stopped in her tracks, taking notice of him unexpectedly jumping off the cliff. Not her, but Soap also. River's jaw dropped, realizing what she had to do next. Dead end...well that's great.

"Your turn, you both!" Ghost calls them.

After she hears Ghost's orders, she can already feel her mind screaming for help; meanwhile, her hands begin to slightly shake. Just suddenly her head swiftly turns to look at Soap to his reaction. Was it similar to hers? Nope.

Instead, his reaction was different to hers. She already knew he could take this calmly like a walk in a park. He faces her, gives her a shrug, and then starts running away from her side. "What?" she mouthed with confusion.

Watching him jump off, at this point she cautiously walks up close to the edge to see him luckily reach for the water.

You got to be fucking kidding with me.

She backed up at the rock wall and took a deep breath, closing her eyes. As a reminder to herself, she created a small procedure she made, just for her to overcome her fears. Heights was the most. Luckily for her, if she didn't have one and had been involved in situations like these in the previous, she would not have made it through working in the military.

With one hand behind her back, she began to count down through her mind till three, making a promise to release or let herself go.

1

2-

"River, we stay here, we're dead! Now jump!" Ghost's deep British accent was heard, demanding her to jump. Cutting her off.

3 !

River opened her eyes quick and then started running toward the edge. She was ready, but until she felt a hand pushing from her back. Ghost pushed her.

"Mierda!" She shouted, placing her legs together and holding her weapon close to her chest, later feeling the impact to the water. Opening her eyes, she noticed Ghost made it down.

She swam next to the surface, taking a deep breath and wiping the water off her face using one hand. Just as she tries to breathe, she could already feel her heart trying to rip out of her chest, not out of excitement, but of uneasiness.

Well, that's, um...another way to die.

#Welp another trauma to add in the list #The woman was too stunned to speak #elena 'river' reyes #elenareyes cod oc #cod oc #cod modern warfare #call of duty #cod original character #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #mw 22 #mw ghost #simon ghost riley x oc #cod oc incorrect quotes #john soap mactavish #soap cod #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #cod ocs #modern warefare ii #cod incorrect quotes

[callofdutylorist]

COD: Modern Warfare Facts

Ghost Classic's hair and eye color is different from his reboot, where the Reboot has brown hair and brown eyes, Classic has black hair and green eyes.

Captain Price is implied to be from a lineage of Captain Prices, where there is a nearly identical Captain Price who is a badass that fights in WW2 in Call of Duty 1 & 2. This Price is also British, but far more posh than the modern age counterpart

"Soap Trusted You" was a meme that originated from a scene Modern Warfare 3

4. Ghost Team, formed in Modern Warfare 2 (2022), is implied to lead to the creation of the Ghosts a special operative team from Call of Duty Ghosts

5. Call of Duty Ghosts is based off of the Character Ghost

6. Riley the German Shepherd in Call of Duty Ghost is named after Ghost

7. Soap is an artist, as Soap's Journal is decorated with sketches of his friends, jokes, the places he sees, and more.

8. In Modern Warfare 1 (Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare) during the mission Blackout, Price makes references to MacMillan when the player gets two or more in one shot.

9. When König succeeds in a sniper shot in Warzone 2, he quips, "He- And they said I couldn't be a sniper.", in reference to how he is a failed sniper.

10. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick also makes a reference to MacMillan when killing a dog in the mission Wolf's Den. He says, "Sorry, Pooch.", the same thing MacMillan does in All Ghillied Up.

11. Gaz and Kyle "Gaz" Garrick are technically two completely different people. In both versions of the Modern Warfare timeline, Price mentors a Gaz. In the Classic timeline this Gaz is a British white man, who isn't part of Taskforce 141, but instead the SAS. While Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is a black British man. They both serve the same purpose in the story, but have many noticeable differences and actions.

12. Alejandro Vargas jokes that he'll teach Soap and Ghost Spanish in Modern Warfare 2 (2022). The group seems to follow through, since Ghost and Soap can be seen speaking Spanish later on.

13. Los Vaqueros means The Cowboys in English, although the word Vaqueros has many translations, and also means jeans because cowboy wear jeans.

14. In Black Ops 1, the computer in the menu lobby spells John Price's name, as Johnathan Price, which is which, we'll never quite know, because this happens more than once.

15. Captain Price has O+ Blood, as seen on his character file in Black Ops Cold War

16. Farah and her forces are based off of a real life force of female fighters, known as the Women's Protection Units, which formed during the Syrian Civil War to saves the lives of women and children.

17. Alex Keller makes a comment on how Farah has cat-like reflexes. She contradicts the statement, explaining how she's "more of a dog person.", and openly likes dogs.

18. While Price was Prisoner 627 in the Classic timeline, Price almost kills Roach during his rescue.

19. Shepherd has the opposite of a glow up between timelines, losing all of his hair, compared to his iconic red beret, and mustache in the Classic Timeline. In the 2010s the character remained an infamous video game villain.

20. Graves is ambidextrous, as seen in the mission Alone, where he switches which hand is holding his gun.

21. Yuri is the only character Marakov hesitates to try to kill

22. Nikolai speaks 8 languages, including English, Russian, and German

23. In the final mission for Modern Warfare 2 (2022), Countdown, there are loads of references to the missions in the original Modern Warfare 2 and Call of Duty Ghost.

24. In Modern Warfare 2 (2022) when Kyle "Gaz" Garrick asks Alejandro for the code to the door, it is 627, which is Price's gulag prisoner number in Modern Warfare 3.

25. While Alejandro is tasked trying to get Valeria back, Rudy takes charge of Los Vaqueros

#fun facts #cod mw #modern warfare #call of duty #mw 22 #call of duty modern warfare #john price #captain price #simon “ghost” riley #call of duty ghosts #call of duty ghost #Youtube

[bubble-dream-inc]

this is extremely sloppy bc i went haywire and painted it in like two hours ahem. anyways operator price as inspired by @yeyinde 's masked price agenda. he makes me go insane ngl.

#capy.draws #don't ask what's holding the mask up. #cod #cod mw 22 #cod mw22 #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #call of duty mwii #call of duty mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod price #captain price #captain john price #john price #price call of duty

[powderrr]

Gaz simply fell asleep on Nikolai's shoulder. The guy is too tired, and Nik doesn’t mind being the sergeant’s pillow.

Газ просто уснул на плече Николая. Парень слишком устал,а Ник не против побыть подушкой сержанта.

#cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #mw #cod mw #Gaz #kyle gaz garrick #Gaz ‘22 #Nikolai #Nikolai ‘22 #cod Gaz #cod nikolai #call of duty gaz #call of duty nikolai #mw 2 #mw 3 #uncle Nikolai fr fr #Gaz just so tired

[mccutcheon121]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: Minor Original Character(s), Past John "Soap" MacTavish/Original Character, Minor John "Soap" MacTavish/Original Character(s), Established Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick & John "Soap" MacTavish Friendship, Past Verbal Abuse, very little, like one sentence, Task Force 141 as Family (Call of Duty), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Between Soap and Price, Good Friend Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Protective Simon "Ghost" Riley, Canon-Typical Violence, Threats of Violence, Dialogue Heavy, I'm Bad At Tagging, sorry - Freeform, Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022) Summary:

“Oh fuck me,” Soap grumbles, taking a sip from his drink, demeanor going from smiling to not in a matter of a split second.

Ghost looks around without moving his head to see what caused the sudden mood change. He doesn’t spot much, the regular military-issued uniforms, some in more downtime clothes, others showing off more. Nothing stood out to the sniper.

“Oi is that–?” Gaz starts.

“Aye,” Soap answers before the other could finish.

“Let me rough him up a bit for you,” the British man says, cracking his knuckles. 

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #john price #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #pricegaz #gazprice #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod 22 #cod mw 22 #my story #task force 141 #my writing #my fic #original post #fanfic #ao3

[babygirlghostsoap]

he’s just so 🥰

#i literally love the cast of mw so fucking much #they’re just ​so bloody endearing #alain mesa #call of duty #cod mwii #alejandro vargas #cod mw22 #modern warfare 22

[leechloach]

I'm so fucking tired I can't tell if it's from not sleeping well for a week or it's its because of the meds but please. Please can I sleep well tonight. Finishing my tea and going the fuck to bed

#its inly 12:22 its Really early for mw ryo go to bed ill be layinf down at ir bwfire 1am

[moon-at-dawn]

If these two meet...it could be somewhat awkward and silent at first

But then with a mission together, something like...

09 Ghost was hacking the PC in the enemy's building for intel alone. Other teammates were in the field, He was doing some backup tasks like the Gulag mission in 09 mw2. There should be enough distraction to leave him alone. But suddenly there were faint footsteps from outside. He grabbed his rifle quickly and held his breath. The sounds multiplied. It seems like a good many people were heading toward the door. If he could raise his voice, surely he would have cursed.

Biting his lips, he glanced up the window, the only way to outside other than the door. But it faced the same way to the door and there was no way to go out without being seen. Ghost quickly seeks any other options, which can be actually possible. At least he needs to hand the intel to someone. He quickly grabbed the last of his stuff and hid behind the wall. The door opened and two men came in. He grabbed his knife tightly and struck the first man in the neck. A gurgling sound echoed in his mind but not in the room. A small ventilator hid the sound, and he swiftly put a knife into another man's neck. Shite, there was another man just behind the door, and he was quick. Before the knife struck the man in the middle of the face, the bullet came first. This time, the ghost didn't stop himself from cursing. There was a gun sound after all. All the nearby enemies would come anyway so why not.

"Fuck.." He moved as quickly as possible while limping his way. This damned building has fucking glass doors and thin paper walls even a pistol could penetrate. He heard footsteps again, but this time from everywhere. He cursed silently under his breath and hid behind one of those paper walls. He shot down a few men and hid in a different place, but if he kept doing that, it would not end well. He would possibly overwhelmed by the number.

He tried the communicator but couldn't connect to anyone that might be in the field. What is going on? He just gave up on contact and held his rifle tightly. There would be another way.

Then, suddenly there was a voice,

"Get down"

Ghost dropped to the ground immediately. A silenced shot killed a man near him. And he could recognise that low voice.

"There is a group of men on the right side. Go left when I signal.."

He held his breath and waited, there were shouts from the right side of the door

"now"

After he went to the medic for his legs, he headed for a cup of tea. He poured the boiling water into a cup and hesitated a bit. And took out another cup and put a teabag in that too. Water was not enough for a second perfect cup of tea, and he didn't want to boil a tiny bit of water to fill it in. So he just grabbed the cups and brought them to the table.

He put a cup down in front of the man without any words. And sat on the opposite side with the other cup of tea. His tea didn't have enough water for his liking.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mw #cod mw2 #no proofreading we die like men #I don't know #may have some flaws #if no one noticed..09 ghost handed his perfect tea to 22 ghost as a thanks #why it became so long?

[sprout-fics]

https://twitter.com/cozyhuii/status/1601625356813107200?t=5HO1-EhU347t91RGRQUSnQ&s=19

Soft König

This has been sitting in my inbox for far too long

(SFW, Domesticity, Fluff, Living together, Soft König, Clingy König, Established relationship, Hugging, Cuddling, Slight manhandling, Sexual suggestion, Word count < 1k)

You sense him before you hear him. 

König’s heavy footfalls creak up the stairs of the flat, the wet, shirking wood groaning under his weight. It’s a familiar sensation now, that of your boyfriend’s lumbering form shuffling up the stairs to your shared apartment. You feel the impact brush gently against your feet, clothed in slippers as you hover above the pot on the stove. 

Warm, aromatic steam wisps upwards from the simmering broth. It fogs against the glass window of the kitchen, where delicate frost has begun to creep across the planes in a natural, frigid abstract. It rattles when König opens and closes the door in the other room with a small mutter of irritated German loose on his tongue. The chill of the winter squall chases him inside, and even from where you stand you feel the brief, cold gust of it brush against your skin. 

“Schatz?” You hear him call, his voice obscured with the rustle of cloth as he tugs off his jacket and drapes it lazily beside the door. 

“In here!” You return, not bothering to turn from your current task. The thin, worn pages of the aged cookbook graze against your fingertips as you squint, attempting your best to decipher the scrawled German across the pages. 

Absently, you count the number of footsteps it takes König to reach the doorway of the kitchen, tracing his movements like discerning the change of seasons. 

…Seven. Eight.

Less than his usual count, his strides long as he paces quickly into the warmth created by your cooking, humming a low, appreciative note at the smell that greets him. 

“Did you get the potatoes?” You ask, eyes reviewing a measurement as your hand fumbles blindly for an open container on the counter. 

“Da.” König returns, and a smile tugs at the corner of your lips with the realization that warmth bleeds into his tone. “And the cream.”

“Danke.” You offer without turning, refusing to be distracted from the dish before you. 

Yet König doesn’t reply, and after a moment you feel him shift so he stands just behind you, the chill winter still seeping from his form into yours. A hand settles across your fingers still reaching for the small container on the counter, his gloved grip all but swallowing your smaller one.

He presses into you then, one hand settling at your hip and dragging you back into his taller, frigid form so your shoulders press against his chest. There, he hums a deep, rumbling noise of contentment as you automatically ease into him. A hand snakes around your front, and soon you find yourself secured to him, his head dipping to nuzzle into your hair. 

“I missed you.” He mutters quietly, and you have to contain a little roll of your eyes at that despite the broadening smile on your lips. 

“You were gone for thirty minutes.” You return, but twist your hand in his to graze your thumb along the inside of his palm reassuringly. 

“Thirty minutes too long.” He adds, and there’s a hint of petulance in his voice, reticent and slightly sullen. “I wish you could have come with me.”

You huff at that. “Who would make the soup?” You question, and he doesn’t answer beyond a grumble, his hold on you tightening. 

“You’re cold.” You whine, trying to wiggle from him with little success. 

“Come warm me up then.” He pleads, and it takes effort not to bat at him with the wooden spoon in your hand. 

“We need to eat.” You protest gently, lowering the heat of the stove and trying to twist in his arms to look at him. “König.”

He doesn’t respond, barely even shifts beyond allowing you to adjust enough to reach for the pot lid and secure it over the stew. 

“I’m starving, Schatz.” He murmurs lowly, voice a rumbling, beseeching entreaty whispered into your hair. 

“You wouldn’t be-” You return, trying again to gently twist free of him with no avail. “-If you would let me finish cooking.”

Yet König only chuckles, and that makes you still with the low, churning noise echoing in his chest that extends outwards, brushes against your thoughts with the barest hint of suggestion. 

“I’m hungry for you, Liebling.” He whispers, and his voice changes, warps into something darker, licking at the back of his teeth like he’s trying to chase the taste. 

You barely have time to blink before he steps back, twists you in his arms deftly to face him. He towers above you, with one hand clasped at the small of your back, the other rubbing insistent, dragging circles into your hip. The chill of him has begun to dull now, replaced by a heat that pulls at you, seeking to tether you to the gravity of his desire. His eyes glint with an emotion you recognize. Interest, bright and keen, like a wolverine that’s spotted a hare in a thicket. 

Hungry.

“Dinner can wait.” He tells you, and he all but growls the suggestion down at you, his thumb digging into the soft flesh at the base of your spine. You shudder, feeling excitement, desire, running its familiar course through your veins in a song that calls for him with clarion notes that hang in winter frost. 

You blink at him, lips parted but melting into his touch instinctively, seeking him out like the warm embrace of a hearth.

“Come here.” You offer, raising a hand to graze against the curve of his jaw as he descends downwards towards your waiting lips. “Let me keep you warm.”

You can taste his laughter on your tongue. 

#König #könig x y/n #könig x reader #König x you #könig fluff #mw22 #mw 22 #cod mw22 #reader insert #drabble #request #ask #my writing

[a-gromova]

Tempest

#call of duty #modern warfare #soap #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mwii #cod #mw #mw 22 #cod mw 22 #cod mw #mw II #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #modern warfare 2 #my screenshots

[blingblong55]

Y/N, right after being stabbed: Fuck

Rudy: !! Lets go to a medic!

Y/N: As tempting as death is right now, yeah lets do that, this is such a fuckin lame way to die

Rudy: ...

Y/N: It'd be so cringe if after all I've been through, I died because of a stab wound, I can't let that happen!

Y/N: Rudy, lie for me. If I die and someone asks you about it, just look horrified and refuse to talk about it. Their imagination and the implication will do the rest

I am not ashamed to admit I would too do this.

Rudy: what?

R/n: for example, if you are showering and you slip and die, would you not feel embarrassed?

Rudy: what are you on?! R/n: I would, imagine the cops find your body in the shower and you died in a embarrassing position, like you are obviously wet, you know but you are NAKED...dude I'd die twice

The blood is literally dripping down and now Rudy is just standing there like 🧍‍♂️

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[devilmayfamily]

Price was born with a bucket hat on and you can't convince me otherwise

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[callofdutylorist]

In Call of Duty Modern Warfare II (2022), when Ghost and Soap are explaining to Price what happened with Graves

Ghost remarks, "Shepherd burned us."

A reference to his original death in Modern Warfare 2 (2009) where he is shot alongside Roach, and they're both set aflame.

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