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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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WAIT can I request you do that secret option where roach would get passed around like a toy by the 141

👉👈 -👑

Yes indeed 😏

Luke's Spicy Snippets (6)

Pairings: Roach/Everyone

Warnings: cock warming, deep throating, rough sex, biting, blood kink (I think), edging, lack of after care (implied that Roach denies it), dehumanization, mean 141

"Cap-Captain," Roach's voice was a stuttering mess. He felt completely exposed, the expanse of his flush skin on display for anyone who would walk into his Captain's office to see. There were no sets of eyes on him though and, in fact, even the man currently buried balls deep inside of him didn't seem to be paying attention to his presence. "Please, I need you, God, I can't-"

All his begging earned him was a hum from Price. The older man's attention was focused solely on the bit of paperwork on his desk. The only thing he'd said to Roach in the past hour was a quick request for him to move his hands from where he'd had a death grip on the man's desk.

Roach tilted his head back against the other man's shoulder, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. He was hard and leaking, kept that way by his Captain's hand that would occasionally come forward to give him a few slow jerks. He was desperate, the arousal that had been resting in his gut for the past hour was not enough and it kept him right at the brink of insanity. He was needy, he hated getting ignored like this for so long. Cock warming was never his favorite, but Price loved it and he would give Price whatever he wanted. But, above all, his legs were beginning to fucking hurt.

"Please," he begged again, nearly choking on his words as Price's hand wrapped around his cock to begin those slow torturous jerks again. "Please, Price I want you, I need you so fucking-"

The phone on Price's desk started to ring and Roach snapped his mouth shut. Price's hand on his cock sped up slightly, pulling muffled moans from his mouth. He was doing his best to stifle them, but he knew his Captain would do his best to make him break when there was the possibility of someone else listening in.

"Stay quiet," Price pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder before picking up the phone, "This is Price." There was a quiet moment as the other person spoke. Roach tried to keep himself silent, but it was hard when the hand around his cock felt so deliciously good. His hips jerked slightly into the movement, earning him a small slap on the thigh and a scolding look from Price.

The hand on his cock tightened, setting a quick and harsh pace that had him letting out quiet little gasps and trying to stifle his own moans. Pleasure zipped up his spine. Price's thumb stroked gently over the head of his cock, running repeatedly over his slit. The man twisted his hand and Roach couldn't help the loud moan that tore from his throat.

Suddenly the hand was removed from his cock and his Captain's fingers were shoved into his mouth, silencing him. He sucked on them obediently, only giving a small whine at the loss of friction. "Alright," Price's voice was tinged with amusement and Roach realized suddenly that he'd missed the man's entire conversation, "I'll send him over. Give me about fifteen minutes." He paused for a moment before chuckling, "Yes, I promise he'll still be usable."

Roach understood immediately what the phone call had been about and he couldn't help the way that excitement coiled in his gut. It wasn't often that multiple of his team members needed him in one day. Price hung the phone up and, before Roach could react, the older man had pulled out of him and roughly shoved him to lean over his desk, his legs spread wide.

Price was quick to slip back inside of him, his grip tight on his hips, "That was Gaz," one of his hands stroked along Roach's hip, "You're needed in the locker room after this." He didn't say anything else, only started a quick and punishing pace with his hips, fucking Roach into a pliant moaning mess.

"Fuck," Gaz tilted his head back, an appreciative sigh leaving his mouth, "Hmm, go on, you know what I want."

He tugged Roach's hair, using his grip to guide Roach's face away from where he'd been licking and sucking at his balls. Roach went obediently, his eyes already glazed over from the way he'd been immediately shoved to his knees as soon as he'd stumbled into the locker room.

He gave a moan as Gaz took a moment to rut his cock over his face. Once he was pulled away fully he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, looking up at Gaz with wide eyes. Gaz gave another moan at the sigh before grabbing the base of his cock and resting the tip of his length against Roach's tongue.

He started with small, shallow thrusts, rutting his cock along Roach's tongue. "Fuck, that's it," he slowly pushed further. As soon as he could, Roach closed his mouth around Gaz's cock, alternating between sucking at the tip of his length and stroking slowly over him with his tongue.

Gaz allowed the movement for a moment, holding his hips still as little pants left his mouth. Eventually, though, he grew impatient. His hand tightened in Roach's hair and he slowly began to fuck his mouth, thrusting deeper and deeper with every jerk of his hips.

It wasn't long until he was moving quickly, using his grip in Roach's hair to force the younger man's mouth further around his cock. With every move he brushed against the back of Roach's throat, pulling choked out little moans from his mouth.

"Shit, oh fuck, so- oh, so fucking good," Gaz pulled Roach down hard, pressing his nose against the hairs at the base of his cock and holding him there for a moment as he choked around the length of him. Finally he pulled him all the way off, allowing Roach a moment to breathe as he admired the sight of him.

Drool dripped down Roach's chin and tears fell freely from his eyes. There was a hazy look on his face as he gave several little pants. For a few moments there was a thin string of drool that connected him to Gaz's cock. "Fuck, such a pretty thing," Gaz tightened his grip in Roach's hair, "'m gonna come in your mouth, want you to take it like the good little thing you are." With that, he shoved his cock back into Roach's waiting mouth.

Roach was stumbling back to his room, using the wall for support for his shakey legs. He had cum still running down his thighs in his pants and he was sure he looked an absolute mess. Between Price fucking him and Gaz taking his mouth, he'd say he had a pretty productive day. He was beginning to regret turning down Gaz's offer to help him back to his room, though. He'd just felt guilty about accepting, after all, he knew the other man had plenty to do.

"Roach! There you are!" Roach froze in his place, turning his head just slightly to meet the approaching form of a grinning Soap. He couldn't help but meet the other man's grin with a smile of his own, affection curling in his chest.

"Hi," his voice was creaky and sore, his throat feeling the effects of Gaz's rough treatment.

Soap gave a chuckle, wrapping his arms around him and starting them off toward their rooms. "Gaz warned me that you'd already been used today, they definitely did a number on you."

"Nothing I can't handle," Roach assured him quietly. He allowed himself to be guided back to his room, at least, he'd thought his room. It wasn't until Soap was unlocking the door that he realized he'd been guided past his room and toward Soap's.

"Hope you don't mind," Soap gave him a small smile, "I leave on a mission in an hour, and, well..."

Roach rolled his eyes fondly at the man's awkwardness. He'd never been able to ask Roach outright for what he wanted. "Well," he motioned to the door, "help me inside and get to it then." Soap didn't even bother wrapping an arm around him, he just moved forward to wrap him up by the waist and sling him over his shoulder.

Roach vouldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips as Soap slammed his door shut behind him, quickly walking them over and dumping him onto his bed.

Roach watched as Soap started to unbuckle his belt and tug at the tops of his pants and underwear. "How do you want me?"

"Your thighs," Soap grunted as he was finally able to pull his cock out. He started to give himself several slow and measured jerks, saying nothing as he dug through his side drawer for a bottle of lube. Roach was quick to shove his pants and underwear down, kicking them off onto the ground with his sore legs.

Practically as soon as they hit the ground and Soap's hands were on his legs, tugging him to the edge of the bed and spreading them apart. Roach could do nothing but watch with low eyes as Soap stroked hungrily over his inner thighs, ducking down to pepper kisses along the expanse of skin. Roach tilted his head back at the feeling, giving soft little moans until a harsh sting had a yelp pulling from his throat.

Soap pulled back excitedly, a small bit of blood in his teeth from where he'd broken skin with his bite. Roach gave a weak moan at the sight. It didn't take Soap long after that to begin slathering the lube across his thighs. He hadn't even bothered to warm it up, instead he simply laughed when Roach yelped at the cold and hissed at the feeling of the lube against his fresh and likely still bleeding bite.

By the time he was satisfied with the slide, Soap was already fully hard and leaking. He pressed Roach's legs together carefully, holding his shins against his shoulder as he slowly slid his cock between Roach's thighs, moaning at the sensation. He pressed Roach's legs together harder, creating a tighter sensation around his cock.

"Fuck," he gave a growl. He leaned down, bringing Roach's legs with him and nearly bending the other man in half, Roach whimpered at the stretch. "Not quite as good as your hole, but at least I can get some use out of you." With that he started to quickly rut himself between Roach's thighs, the only sounds filling the room were his moans and the slap of skin against skin.

Soap pulled his legs tighter to his chest, latching his mouth and teeth onto Roach's leg to begin biting more harsh marks into the others skin. Roach whined at the feeling, his entire body moving with Soap's desperate thrusts between his slick thighs. He could see as precum was smeared in with the lube and bit of blood that decorated his skin and he knew based on the deep moan that Soap gave that the other could see it as well.

"When," Soap panted between his harsh thrusts, his hips already beginning to stutter, "When I get back from my mission, gonna make you, oh fuck, gonna make you choke on my cock like Gaz did." He gave a deep groan, his eyes closed and his head tilted back as he continued, "Gonna make you fucking cry for my cock. You want to cry for my cock? Want to be a good toy for me?"

"Yes," Roach answered back, knowing how much Soap liked it when he talked. His own cock was starting to grow hard again, the sight of Soap and the words that he spoke causing arousal to flood him. "I can be good," he whined out, "Want your cum, please, John!"

Soap came moments later, painting his chest and thighs with his cum.

Ghost found him in the hallway on his way back to his room. The man had only given a grumble of, "They don't know how to clean up after themselves," before slinging Roach into his arms and carrying him kindly back to his room.

Thats how Roach had found himself under the warm spray of a shower with a chill still going down his spine from the cool press of tile against his chest.

His head was buried in his hand as little sobs escaped his mouth. His legs were shaking and he knew that he was only able to stand thanks to Ghosts hands tight around his waist. Ghost was moving slowly, thrusting in and out of him at a hard but slow pace. With every rough hit of his hips against Roach's ass, his cock nailed the other man's prostate, torturing him with a slow panging pleasure.

"Simon," he sobbed, trying to press himself back further against the other man, "please, please, please!"

Ghost hummed, pressing sweet kisses against his shoulder as he continued his slow pace, "Don't know what you're asking for, Bug." He sounded completely unaffected by the current situation, the only evidence of his enjoyment were the occasional grunts and moans he would let loose and his hard cock splitting Roach open.

"Need," Roach gave a watery gasp as Ghost's hand wrapped around his cock, joining in with slow torturous thrusts, "Need you!"

Ghost chuckled, "You have me, I'm fucking you aren't I?" He gave another roll of his hips and a sweet little nip to Roach's throat. The pleasure he was forcing on Roach was almost overwhelming, and yet it wasn't enough. He'd been slowly building Roach up, but with his pace it was like the build up was never ending.

"You're so, so- ah, oh fuck, so mean!"

"I'm mean?" Ghost gave another chuckle, nipping at Roach's ear before adding, "I'll show you mean."

With that, his slow pace was gone. Be began to fuck into Roach quickly, slamming their hips together with a punishing pace. Roach couldn't even moan as the pleasure overwhelmed him, taking his voice until nothing was left but weak desperate gasps. Finally he was almost there, he was almost to the point of tipping over and being set alight with the buzzing of pleasure through his system. He just needed a bit more. Just a bit more and-

Ghost stopped his movement, stilling completely inside of Roach and pulling a harsh sob from his mouth as the pleasure that had been about to spill over slowly ebbed away, taken from him with no satisfaction granted. Ghost answered his sobs with a low chuckle and a kiss to his neck, "I told you I'd show you mean. Let me do it again just to make sure you got the idea."

Later, as Roach was cuddled up in bed against Ghost's chest, he had to mentally applaud himself. Four in one day! Sure he couldn't walk, but it was definitely worth it. After all, what was more enjoyable than taking care of his team?

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hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022

Day Twelve: Exhibitionism

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson x John ‘Soap’ McTavish x John Price

This is NSFW, Minors DNI.

Thank you.

The meeting was supposed to have started half an hour ago. Ghost and Roach had arrived on time, but after ten minutes decided to make use of the spare time the lateness was causing. Within what felt like seconds on him agreeing to it, Roach had been stripped down and shoved back onto the table, which was just at the right height for Ghost to fuck his ass.

Roach’s hands were grabbing at Ghost’s wrists uselessly; Ghost’s grip on Roach’s hips was as tight as ever and staying that way until he chose to move it, grabbing one of Roach’s legs and lifting it up, pushing it towards Roach’s chest, making Roach scream. His cock was twitching, precum beading at the tip, when Ghost started fucking him hard again. Each thrust pushed Roach closer to the edge, closer to him pleading, as it got harder and harder to not beg for release. When Ghost groaned over him, panting heavily, Roach thought he’d stuck it out, and Ghost was going to wrap his hand around Roach’s cock, make him cum and then make himself cum in Roach’s ass. Then, the door opened, and Soap walked in.

“Ghost.”

“Hey Soap.” Ghost’s thrusts slowed to a more leisurely pace, certainly good, but not enough to get Roach to cum, making him whine as Ghost rubbed soothing circles over his hip.

“Roach.” Soap was looking down at him now, carefully setting his files aside.

“Hey.” Roach squeezed his ass around Ghost’s dick, earning him a rough grip on his thigh.

“You could at least let him come, Ghost.”

“But he takes being edged so well.”

“I know, but we still need to get on. Don’t we Roach?” Soap leaned over Roach, searching his face for an answer.

“Yes sir.” Roach’s gaze went back to Ghost, who nodded, pinned Roach’s hips to the table and started fucking him harder again.

Roach groaned, his back arching up despite Ghost’s restraint. He was struggling to keep his eyes open as his previous view of an unremarkable office ceiling was now disrupted by Soap’s face, who’s eyes were taking in every piece of Roach’s body, even as he continued talking to Ghost, something about the intel from Amsterdam. Roach was too far gone to give a fuck, especially when Ghost’s hand went around his cock, the few strokes being all Roach needed to cry out, his cum spreading from his chest all down his body, and covering Ghost’s hand.

“I’m here.”

“Hey Price.” Ghost and Soap answered at the same time, neither looking away from Roach as Ghost thrust a few more times into Roach’s begging ass, coming inside with a heavy groan.

Price joined Soap in Roach’s view, gazing over his body as he set his tea aside. “You enjoying yourself there?”

Roach nodded.

Price tilted his head slightly. “What was that, lad?”

“Yes, sir.” Roach swallowed.

“Good.” Price glanced up to Ghost and Soap. “Are we getting started or delaying for him?”

“I think we’re good to start.” Ghost pulled his dick out of Roach, who whimpered, then yelped as Ghost dragged him off the table, leaning against it himself as he put Roach on his knees. “Clean me off.”

Roach obliged, licking Ghost’s cum off his dick, swallowing the salty taste as Price and Soap walked around to be facing Ghost.

“So? What fuck up are we fixing?”

“Should be simple. We’re sending a light squad, clear the place, secure the intel for our American friends, they give us a ride out.” Price was holding something out, probably a photo, it was out of Roach’s sight as he took Ghost’s dick in his mouth.

“Right, because the Americans do simple operations.” Soap muttered.

“Most of it is classified, so we aren’t going to know anything. Just, go and get.”

“Why can’t they do it themselves?” Ghost brushed his hand over Roach’s head, settling it on the back of his neck.

“Host nation isn’t exactly friendly with the US.”

“Hardly friendly with us either.” Ghost’s voice was getting low again, because he was getting hard in Roach’s mouth. Roach cupped Ghost’s balls, only thinking about getting Ghost to cum in his mouth this time.

“But we won’t get caught, because we’re actually fucking competent. Right?” Soap sighed.

“Something like that.” Price glanced down. “You think he’s getting any of this?”

Ghost pushed Roach’s head back, another whine leaving Roach’s mouth. “Nope. I’ll catch him up later.”

“Good.” Price nodded. “Soap?”

“All sounds simple enough. May we?” Soap glanced at Ghost, who chuckled.

“Roach.” Ghost tilted his head back again. “You want Price and Soap to have a turn with you?”

Roach nodded eagerly.

“He’s all yours.” Ghost stroked the back of Roach’s neck one last time, then stepped away from him as Price and Soap each grabbed one of Roach’s arms. They pulled him up onto the table again, this time on his front, his cum sticky between his skin and the wood.

“Fucking hell, look at that,” Soap whistled, pushing Roach’s ass open to watch Ghost’s cum drip out of his asshole. “So full he’s leaking.”

Price chuckled, turning Roach’s head to one side, leaning over him. “His mouth isn’t.”

Soap laughed, and both men’s touch disappeared from Roach’s body as they went to strip, Ghost leaning into his vision instead.

“I’m going to sit just here, right? You keep your eyes on me, got it?”

“Got it.” Roach mumbled, meeting Ghost’s eyes as he sat down, fully hard again, ready to enjoy the show in front of him.

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ivyjupiterwrites · 2 months

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"Not even the Gulag could stop the head that I'd give that man if I was given the chance."

Ghost absolutely hears you say this about him.

To Roach and Gaz.

Who are entirely speechless by your brazenness to just say the most outta pocket things to them sometimes.

"You can just keep some stuff to yourself." is Gaz's polite suggestion.

Roach nodding in the background with his lil antennae bouncing on his helmet, 'preach brother' is his sole thought.

They loved you like a sister but good god that came with consequences.

Meaning them having to listen to you go on and on and on about how you wanted your lieutenant.

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thelaisydazy · 2 months

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Firefighter!Simon Riley x Reader - Locked Out Pt. 2

Johnny drags you inside the station, ignoring the confused looks he gets from the other men inside. He walks you over to the oldest of them, a man with a beard sporting a hat, and introduces you.

“This is oor captain, Price,” Johnny says, his arm still over your shoulder. “Cap, bonnie ‘ere lost their keys doon th’ drain. Can we gi’ them a hand?”

“I’m sure Gary could get to them,” Price says, offering a warm smile and his hand to shake, which you do. “You rest here mux.” He turned to the couch where a man with dark, curly hair sat. “Kyle, keep our guest company, we’ll be back.” He pats Johnny on the shoulder and the two leave to find Gary and retrieve your keys.

Kyle stands from the couch and walks over. He’s handsome, pretty you think. He definitely knows it too as he catches you staring, giving you a smile. “Hungry?” he asks.

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Simon emerged from the showers, wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his damp towel slung over his broad shoulders as his blond hair was still dripping wet. The station house was quiet. Johnny must still be out walking Riley.

A quiet laugh broke that silence though. One that made his stony heart skip a beat. Simon made his way towards the common area, finding the one thing he never expected. You.

Kyle was sitting with one arm on the couch behind you, the other on his leg. You hadn’t noticed Simon yet, too engrossed in Kyle’s story about the time Riley climbed into the open window of a cop car to get into a bag of treats the officer had hidden under his seat.

“So Riley was hanging halfway out this cop’s car, an’ Johnny’s trying to get him out before the cop gets back,” Kyle said. “Turns out, the cop had a bag of treats in the car. Found out when Simon called Riley over. Rascal had the bag hanging out his mouth.”

The sound of your laugh makes Simon’s heart race and he finds himself jealous of the way your fingers gently scratched behind Riley’s ear as the dog’s head lays in your lap.

Simon can’t help but stare. He’d always known how pretty you were, but seeing you here in the station.. He only wished he was the one you were sitting with. That he was the one making you laugh so easily.

“Bonnie! We got yer keys!” Johnny calls, coming up behind Simon.

Your head whips around, catching a glimpse of Simon as he turns on his heels and retreats deeper into the station.

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In his room, Simon’s heart pounds in his chest. He runs a large hand through his blond hair, his mind racing. All he’d wanted these past few months was to know you better, though he’d never been able to bring himself to speak more than a few words to you. Never had he thought he’d see you in the firehouse, much less cozied up on their couch. What were you even doing here?

A knock on his door brought his answer. Simon quickly pulled on his privacy mask, some part of him hoping it was you. Instead he saw Johnny.

“Aye, Si, did ye see we git a guest?” Johnny asked with that cheeky grin of his. Ah. That was it. Johnny brought you here.

“I saw..” Simon said, keeping his voice measured despite his urge to to tear Johnny in half for getting up the nerve to talk to you before he could.

“Ye never told me tha’ wee thing wis so cuit,” Johnny pressed. “S’already git Kyle wrapped ‘round their wee finger.”

Simon’s dark eyes sharpened. Johnny always knew just how to get under his thick skin.

“Am sure they’d lek t’ see ye,” Johnny continued. “Looked a might fash when ye stormed off.”

“Didn’t ‘ave m’ mask,” Simon muttered. “Wasn’t expecting them..”

“Aye, ha t’ git Gary t’ rescue their keys,” Johnny explained. His blue eyes briefly looked Simon up and down. “Y’should say ‘ello. Am sure they’d lek t’ see ye.”

Johnny was dense but he wasn’t stupid. He knew Simon could get anyone he wanted, he had the looks to make just about anyone, including Johnny himself, melt. If only Simon had the confidence to actually talk to anyone.

When Simon didn’t budge, Johnny decided to push further. “Aye wis think’n, LT,” he started. “I might ask ‘em oot fer coffee.” Johnny shrugged as he watched Simon tense.

Simon shoved past Johnny, making his way to the common area again. Leaving Johnny grinning at his door.

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“Coffee.”

Simon’s gruff voice startles you. You hadn’t seen him enter the room, much less hear him walk up behind where you were sitting on the couch.

You blink those pretty eyes up at him. “What?”

“With me.” He doesn’t seem to be asking by his tone, but his eyes are almost pleading.

“Uh.. sure,” you say, unable to keep the smile from your lips.

The tension in Simon’s shoulders melted away. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

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frogchiro · 4 months

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Reading your hybirds, makes me wonder, who's the biggest (in physical body form) in between them all? 🤔🤔

Seeing you always describe hybird Simon like he is the biggest/alpha amongst them all? So i don't know if he is just huge in physical form, or you buffed him up with the hybird breed.

/gen curious ask

And their knot size from biggest if u will ahaaaaa who said that....waaowww

Dw nonnie this is a very important question!

Out of the big four it's Simon who's the physically biggest and strongest and most virile, therefore he's a kind of unofficial alpha/pack leader; he's the main protector and gets to mate first with Kitty♡

Then we have Johnny who is slightly smaller than Ghost but very bulky and strong like an ox! He's younger than Si, still very excitable and very...passionate when it comes to life be it guarding the chickens or mating :(

Then in regards of size we have Roach whose canon height I don't know but I write him as generally smaller and less bulky than Simon and Johnny, more lean like a real Dalmatian! My boy Gary may be quiet but he's a little shit who always seems to get in trouble with Johnny since they're almost the same age and feed off of each others energy.

Then we have Kitty!Reader who is just generally described as smaller than Simon and Johnny so you can apply whatever you want♡ She's a 'lazy menace' because her only real job is to walk around the farm and raport back to Simon if she caught something weird happening, otherwise she likes to lounge in the sun or in her pretty pink blankets and pillows that she managed to put in her nest in the barn♡

Bonus!!

Bull!Price is for now the largest hybrid! Strong and bulky with burly shoulders, mean horns and a carpet of thick hair down his well build chest, tummy and down his thick happy trail. Very big and usually quite calm but has a very no-nonsense attitute and will chase away anyone who is disturbing him when he naps :(( Kitty likes to bat at him playfully and Price will just blink lazily and chuff at her and nose down her soft body to nudge against her hip or pussy and lick at her with his broad tongue to which she mewls and scurries away while John just chuckles at her💔

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lxvvie · 3 months

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Simps 'R Us, Between the Sheets edition: Your faves and the wholesome and funny things you two get up to in bed, part I.

Capt. John Price - When he's half asleep and about to snore loud enough to wake the dead (Price vehemently denies this), you like to have random conversations with him because you know questions you ask will do one of two things: elicit a nonsensical answer from the Cap'n or... wake him up from his sleep altogether.

Gaz - Is curling up into himself because you're the big spoon, you're running your hands over his body because he's highkey lowkey ticklish, and your face is buried in his neck because... he's highkey lowkey ticklish. "Darling, please—" Gaz manages to gasp out between... wait, are you giggling, Garrick?

Soap - Your darling golden retriever chaotic good boyfriend loves... to sleep naked. You're not complaining, though, especially because he loves it when you lay on him. You've made a home for yourself between his thighs; his stomach is your pillow, and he usually has a hand rubbing your head. Helps him to relax, y'know, bonnie? And whenever you don't lay on him, it's an affront to Johnny's... everything. His heart is broken. His soul is crushed. You're too far away from him (even though you're still right under him). How could you do this to him? He can't live like this. No other stud muffin can offer you what he can, beautiful. But no really, bonnie, he needs you on top of him like... yesterday.

Ghost - You really like his body. Like... really like his body. You blow raspberries on his stomach, you smack his ass, you talk about his eyelashes—scratch that, you love his body. To you, every scar tells a story, and you've asked him plenty of times to talk about them. And then you did the unthinkable that had Simon wanting to disappear into the fucking blankets—"Si-bear, I didn't know you had a mole on your inner thigh!" Bloody fucking hell, he'll never hear the end of this. And then you kissed it and Ghost's face had never felt so bloody hot before. Christ, you'll be the death of him, sweetheart.

Roach - Nothing but the most sickeningly saccharine stuff to ever stuff happens with Roach. A poke-fest, a kiss-fest, a tickle-fest, you name it, it happens. Roach loves to sleep with his face buried in your chest and arms wound tight around you. Always. You rubbing his head soothes him to sleep as well.

Alex - You're also the big spoon here, too. You're busy talking about conspiracy theories you believe the government is/was involved in and Alex is entertaining you ("That so, Boss?"). In actuality, his eyes are comically wide because the truth is oftentimes stranger than fiction and you may or may not be walking a little heavy there, Boss.

Alejandro - Is the big spoon to your little spoon in bed no matter what you're doing. Loves to intertwine your legs together, too. Alejo murmurs how much he loves you in your ear and kisses the top of your head before telling you good night.

Rudy - Sometimes when he's asleep, you'll whisper "Rodolfo" in his ear which causes Rudy to shoot up, eyes comically wide because the only time someone calls him by his full government name is when he gets into shit but it wasn't him this time, it was that idiot Alvarez— "Didn't get to tell you good night and I love you, Rudy, so... good night and I love you, Rudy." Oh. Oh. Ha. Real funny.

Farah - A cuddle bunny through and through. She loves laying up under you, her head resting on your shoulder or under your chin, or her face in the crook of your neck. She wants to hear you as you sleep. She wants to feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest or the resonances as you speak. Farah simply can't get enough of you.

Keegan - It's really you teasing him because Keegan isn't one to really get flustered or deviate from his infamously neutral expression. Much. Until you came along. You two are relaxing in bed and you're the one randomly calling out, "Hey, Kee-Kee," to which Keegan makes the most surprised and disgusted face in response and you're wheezing.

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miilkybnn · 1 year

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the boyf riends are rotting my brain..........

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #john soap mactavish #ghostroachsoap #ghostsoap #ghostroach #roachsoap #ghost x roach #ghost x soap #soap x roach #ghost x roach x soap #i am once again sorry for all the tags #bug boo and bubbles #milky art #my art #cod #wow roach!!! price lets u have TWO boyfriends!!?!?!!

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 6 months

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Dad!Cod Scenarios

I had thoughts on these racked up in my brain about CoD characters having kids and what type of parents they'd be in a scenario or drabble manner.

Tag list: @puff0o0, @simp4konig, @blingblong55, @azereus, @rustic-guitar-notes, @shadofireshinobi, @anonymuslydumb, @skeletalgoats, @icarustypicalfall, @ghosts-cyphera,@connorsui is at it again, making me blush over her words, AHHHHH I LOVE HER. Did I tag almost everyone I know here? Yes, yes I did 😭

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

(Implied?? Wife!Reader, Parent!Reader. Not really specified, so gender neutral!Reader)

❥ Dad!John Price is the type of dad who'd fondly tell your kids about how you met, tell them stories about his time in the army, his experiences with their uncles and aunts from 141. Enjoying how their little faces express something great, admiring how cool their dad was for being so brave to constantly and willingly put his life on the line in the means of saving people. They tried telling him that they want to follow in his footsteps but that is a big no no. The last thing he wants is them willingly throwing themselves in danger and the risk was far too much.

❥ Dad!Johnny MacTavish is the type of dad to make his kids laugh by blowing raspberries on whatever body part his kids are ticklish on, he enjoys hearing their laughter and giggles. Definitely is the man who grew up with quite a big family so he'd love to have a full house if you were up to having it with him. He's such a family man to the bone, knows how things work around and mostly knows what to say and do when it comes to the kids.

❥ Dad!Kyle Garrick is the type of dad to dance with his kids, letting them have their little feet on top of his, letting them pick the music and guiding the little one. Having them smile and look up at him, his little one thinking it was just the best thing in the world to spend quality time with their dad. Swaying them around while they call him giggling, letting out squeals after he spins them. (I NEED GIRL DAD!GAZ 🥺😭)

❥ Dad!Simon Riley is the type of dad who absolutely HATES it when his kids cry, always doing his best to console them, depending on what made them upset. Being the one to patch them up when it's because of a "boo-boo", god forbid it's because of another person, he'd either make that kid piss themselves or that adult will NEVER see the light of day again. Because of that, the little one always finds themselves looking for their dad's comfort.

❥ Dad!Gary Sanderson who is the type of dad who finds so many ways to make his kid feel appreciated, whether that'd be through letting them help out and make them feel needed, thanking them and returning the favor for handmade gifts on days like Father's day or Valentine's day. The little one is always so eagerly awaiting for their dad to come home, knowing he'd be bearing so meaningful gift that goes in the memory box.

❥ Dad!Alejandro Vargas who is the type of dad who's strict but also not at the same time. Safe to say he did not have fun when Soap taught his kid to curse in Spanish when he first met the kid, that was probably Alejandro's fault for teaching Soap Spanish curses anyway. That kid is going to be loved I tell you, Alejandro has taken them to work just so they can see what he does and safe to say they loved being around everyone that Alejandro works with. (More likely that they still do this together however Alejandro is VERY strict since it's dangerous for the kid to even be out there)

❥ Dad!Rodolfo Parra who is the type of dad whose domestic, he has many memorabilias and scrapbooks of his kid's milestones, even kept the teeth that fell out. Always finding ways to spend time with the kids, whether it'd be through something as simple but meaningful as teaching them Spanish or taking them out to eat. His kids love and adore him, finding that the best time they spend with him is when he lets them talk about their day, listening in and validating their thoughts.

❥ Dad!König who is the type of dad who finds himself absolutely terrified that he's responsible for such a tiny thing. He's extremely protective of them, seeing his little kid whimper and point at something that caused them pain (even if it was by their own accord), König finds himself comforting the little one by soothing their crying and kicking whatever inanimate object it was just to make them feel better. He already hurt himself once or twice doing that and it did make his kid laugh, anything that makes them happy right?

❥ Dad!Kim Hong-Jin who is the type of dad whose a bit irresponsible at times, he tends to roughhouse with his kid a lot. There's definitely a lot of physical and playful activities with him in the means of spending time. He doesn't mean anything by it, just quality time, his kid is one of the reasons behind him stopping his gambling addiction. He wanted to set an example for them. The last thing he wants is for his kid to remember him by something negative so he does his best to spend time with them a lot despite him getting deployed.

Sidenote: I wrote this at 1 am and it was fun but my eyes hurt now, I have plans to go out tomorrow with a friend. Now regarding your guys' requests, ISTG I'm not ignoring you guys, I'm just not in the right headspace to write them except for a few I'm currently working on.

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runicarbiter02 · 1 year

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How would each CoD character react to you touching their cheek for the first time? (In a caressing way)

A/N: Oh my god, this is actually the cutest and I couldn't think of a better way to start off this blog, thank you for this, love! I hope you enjoy! ~ Hannah

ALEX KELLER

Oh, this man is absolutely melting the second your hand cups the side of his face.

The goofiest damn grin on his face, corners of his eyes crinkling, soft laugh rumbling in his chest.

"How ya doing, sweetheart? Hanging in there?" Man is always concerned with you and your well-being.

Absolutely is the type of person to just completely nuzzle into your touch, soft sigh of content leaving his lips.

You aren't getting your hand back any time soon. Try and pull away, and he will absolutely pull the kicked puppy look. You can't bring yourself to pull away anyway.

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

"Oh, is there something you need, mi vida?" This motherfucker and his sweet, smooth voice. Love him.

He will gently draw you in close with a hand on your waist, that signature cheeky grin on his lips. He'll gently take your hand in his and just press sweet kisses to your fingertips.

This will lead to him pulling you aside for a moment, peppering you in sweet kisses and showering you in the most endearing compliments in Spanish.

Expect to be walking away with a spring in your step and a flushed face.

GARY "ROACH" SANDERSON

At first, he will look wildly confused, his brows furrowing slightly and his head cocking to the side.

"What's up, hun? Everything okay?" He signs the term of endearment with so much passion every time, it is absolutely the sweetest and most heartwarming thing. Any term of endearment he uses is always signed with more passion than anything else.

Once you let him know you just wanted to love on him, this cheeky little shit is flirting with you like crazy.

"Oh, just wanted to love on me, huh? Well, there's more ways you could-" He cuts his signing off with his own laughter when you playfully shove his face away, and he follows after you, making obnoxious kissy noises.

He makes it up to you, though, with the most affectionate kisses. He's goofy and that reflects in how he shows you his love.

(Can you tell I love Roach? I love him very much.)

JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

Johnny will take your other hand, place it on his other cheek, and will gently press your hands against his cheeks to squish his face.

He hums happily, reveling in your touch as his eyes shut and his lips curl into a smile.

"Always know what I need before I even do, mo chridhe." This man is so, so whipped for you. Looks at you with so much love and affection that you might as well melt before him.

Do expect this to end up with you wrapped up in his arms, snuggled close, the Scotsman whispering some of the stupidest jokes known to man to you in an effort to get you to laugh.

JOHN PRICE

I have like a very specific image in mind for this one!

He tends to work himself to the bone, getting lost and caught up in his work, and its very, very hard to get him out of it. It's one of those nights where you find him hunched over his desk, nose buried in his work.

You walk up behind him, gently resting your hand on his cheek and he pauses, tilting his head back to look up at you.

Despite the exhaustion, his expression softens, the tender smile on his face highlighting the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

"It's late, isn't it...? Mmm... Alright, dearest, I'll head to bed."

He gently grasps your wrist and tilts his head to press a fleeting kiss to your palm, and then to the pulse point on your wrist. It takes a bit more convincing before he's off to bed.

(I'm a bit biased, I'm a major John Price simp if you couldn't tell.)

KEEGAN RUSS

Look, I firmly believe our resident masked men are softies, but they're all different in terms of their softness.

This man is a softie with you, but good god, is he suave and flirty.

"Mmm, what's up, kid...? Just looking for an excuse to see my face, hm? All you had to do was ask." It should be illegal how much this man's voice sounds like a silky purr.

Soft kisses to your fingers, knuckles, and the back of your palm. Fleeting kisses that barely meet, brushing against your skin and leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

"Always so sweet for me, kid."

KÖNIG

(Apparently this man is a colonel? And from what I've seen, if he joined at 18, and if we take the average amount of time it takes to get to that rank... This man is likely in his early 40s. Dilf König? Dilf König.)

Masked man number two! Softie, but different from Keegan. This man is the shy sort of soft.

I imagine this would happen after he shows you his face for the first time. He grew up bullied for his appearance, among other things, and its made him rather insecure about his looks.

When you gently cup the side of his face after studying him for a moment, he heaves a shuddering sigh and averts his gaze shyly. But, the second you tell him how handsome he is, his face goes pink and he flushes shyly.

"Ah, meine Sonne und Sterne... You're going to make me melt." He then proceeds to kiss you softly on the forehead and tells you how much he loves you.

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

A pleasant flush works its way onto his cheeks and he gives you that beautiful smile full of sunshine.

"Missed you, lovely. You been taking good care of yourself?" Sweet, heartless man that he is, worrying about you even though he looks exhausted after his most recent mission.

Gently draws you into him and just hugs you tight, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and sighing happily. The second your cologne or perfume washes over him, all tension leaves him completely.

"Missed this. Missed you." Whispered words against your skin. He gently sways in place with you as you two embrace, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. Fully cherishes the moment.

"How's about some takeout and we finally watch that show you've been talking about? The House of the Dragon, right? Hopefully its better than the last few seasons of Game of Thrones." You have a stellar date in as you binge the entirety of The House of the Dragon and make up for lost cuddling time.

(Gaz does NOT get enough love and it's criminal. Perfect boyfriend/husband material right here. I adore him. Also? Man is absolutely gorgeous? Best man.)

NIKOLAI

(Russian dilf? Yes please! Underrated man right here.)

Late nights in bed, curled up with him are always the sweetest. Soft whispered nothings as you both lay together, skin on skin, fully content in a post sex haze.

He shoots you a lazy grin as you cup his face, his hand gently rubbing up and down the expanse of your back. "What's on your mind, мое солнышко? Laying there looking so stunning..."

Soft, playful kisses are placed along your jaw, a cheeky smirk on his lips when you begin to protest, laughter in your voice.

"One more round wouldn't hurt... We can sleep in tomorrow morning, Золотце." You know damn well you're going to be exhausted in the morning as he takes the time to worship every inch of your skin.

RODOLFO "RUDY" PARRA

(Rudy, my darling, my beloved, my SWEET! This man is also criminally underrated even though he's PERFECT husband material. SHAME!)

He happily returns the favor as you rest your hand against his cheek, his hand cupping your cheek as he rests his forehead against yours.

"Long day, cariño? Mmm, I understand... I'll draw us a bath and we can relax." He takes your hand, pressing sweet kisses to your knuckles before he draws a bath for the both of you.

You both spend most of the evening in the tub, you resting against his back as he holds you close, featherlight kisses pressed to your skin as you both talk about your day.

The both of you take such good care of each other, and there's never less than 100% put into your relationship on both sides.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

Masked softie number 3: Tender and longing edition.

His night terrors don't often wake you; he's usually fairly good at hiding them. The first time he does wake you is during a particularly violent one that has him thrashing and crying out in his sleep.

He wakes not long after you do, sweating and panting, his voice hoarse from how much he had been crying out. Once you're sure he's fully conscious, you gently rest your hand against his cheek and guide him through a grounding routine: 5 things he sees, 4 people he knows, 3 foods he likes, 2 things he hates, and one thing he loves.

As he talks, you become his sole focus as the night terror fades into the back of his mind, the grounding method working wonders.

And when it comes to the one thing he loves, he shuts his eyes and presses further into your touch, a few tears streaking down his cheeks. One hand gently clutches your wrist while the other rests against yours, holding your hand against his cheek. He doesn't need to say it. You know.

You always, always know. And with a kiss to his forehead and your thumb stroking against his cheek, you let him know. I love you too.

[I'M SORRY IF ANY OF THE TRANSLATIONS ARE INCORRECT, I TRIED MY BEST TO GET THE PROPER ONES!]

Mi vida - My life; honey

Mo chridhe - My heart

Meine Sonne und Sterne - My sun and stars

мое солнышко - My sunshine

Золотце - Honey; darling

Cariño - Honey; dear

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burstinn · 5 months

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You accidentally sit on their face, And they actually enjoy it

HEADCANONS

Warnings and Notes:

All of these aren't serious hcs, I was high again and wanted to make this

I made this for funny

Slight nsfw

Gn reader, target audience is male

Haha face sitting

People mentioned:

Riptide (Tide), Soap, Gaz, Ghost, König, Makarov, Keegan, Horangi, Price, Krueger, Roach, Logan, Graves

You are tired, after agrueling training from a grouchy superior who had a bad day so he had to take it out on you and your comrades. You needed to sit down, badly. Your legs are about ready to give up.

Once you reach the common room, fucking finally. You pull out your phone to find something to watch, while you make your way to the sofa.

And you sit down, Before you felt something poking you, something.. Wrong. You immediately look down realizing you.. YOU SAY ON SOMEONE'S FACE

"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY"

RIPTIDE

- He immediately sits up looking at you, well if his mask was off he would be confused at fuck

- "Sorry for huh??"

- Seems like you say on him while he slept

- "... ", "nothin"

- Weird, but okay.. He tells you go off while he layed back down to continue his eye rest

- Thank fucking god, Thank the holy stars he didn't catch you sittin on him

- BUT.. The holy stars didn't feel like saving you right now. Because apparently a rookie caught you accidentally sitting on Tide and told him after he woke up.. That fuckin snitch

- Now you have to face the embarrassment of Riptide confronting you about it the next day.

- Tide sounds upset as well while confronting you, how humiliating

- Well the thing that you don't know is. The thing is, he angry cause HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL TO ASS ON HIS FACE. HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL A PLUMP ASS SITTIN DOWN ON HIS FAAACE

- and by God would he find a way to let you sit on him.

SOAP

- Yknow.. You know how I write this man..

- He saw you walk in, distracted by your phone.. Obviously making your way to the couch while he sitting down.

- Then he got the bright idea.. To yknow.. Lay his head down to just... Idk stretch.. Totally

- He had the pleasure as well to watch your ass slowly sit down on his face, well for a few seconds anyway. Then you immediately get off his face. Sad life fr

- "huh? What's up why'd you get off?" "Your ass is nice to look at btw"

- " you saw me about to sit down on you and you didn't say anything?!"

- "A man gotta do to experience something new man.."

- You would hit him. But you would also get in trouble for that.

- he would joke the shit about it as well. He would tease the fuck outta you for the rest of the month for this.

- Bro won't even hide to shamefully ask you if you wanna sit on his face again ( in a joking way)

- (He's actually serious)

GAZ

- He was about to shut his eyes when he suddenly saw an outline of an ass about to sit on him.

- His eyes suddenly opened and he tried to get up but nah.. Too late bro you gotta feel the full plumpy moons first

- When you got up his eyes were wide and his face was red.

- "no.. It's okay.."

- he got off and left. Leaving you in your shame

- He had to leave to compose himself.. He found something new about himself and he isn't sure how to react

GHOST

- His eyes were closed.. Then he felled something soft on his face.

- Then a scream oh my god I'm sorry

- Oh.. Shit...

- He sits up, realizing you sat on his face.. He doesn't say anything.

- His face is fucking red under the mask. Your ass suddenly looked twice as big as before. Don't know how that works but go with it fr.

- He got hard, you noticed.

- "dude.. Sir..?.. Are you.."

- He just looks at you. He has that look in his eyes

- Cmon, yknow what you gotta do.. YOU KNOW

- SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE RUAUAAAAGHHH

KÖNIG

- He wasn't expecting ass in his face, he thought he wouldn't enjoy something like face sitting but hey.. It's actually.. Nice?

- He doesn't say anything when you suddenly sit up embarrassingly trying too apologize

- He just nodded..

- He wanted you to sit on his face again so fucking badly..

- So badly he would lay down on literally anything sittable while you were in the room

- It was so fucking obvious it was almost funny

- You had to confront him about it. And he just.. Confessed, yeah, he wanted you to sit ok his face

- .... Cmon bro.. Be a man and sit on the guys face, Make his wish come trueeee

MAKAROV

- " sit back down"

- "excuse me? Sir.. No-"

- you better sit the fuck back down on his face

- He will literally pull a gun on you and force you to sit back down on his face

KEEGAN

- No fucking lie he literally took a fucking huge sniff

- You know because you fucking heard that comically loud sniff

- You had to cut your apology short to look at that dude in disbelief

- "Did you just fucking sniff my ass?!"

- Bro will literally look at you with a goofy ahh face and just look at you.. Not saying anything, not even a fuckin nod

- "you gonna sit back down on me or..?"

- He made you sit back down on his face

HORNAGI

-EHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHEHRHEHEHHhahahahahaahHAHAAH

- He will literally squeeze your ass, then pull your legs and make you sit back down on his face

- Don't even try to fight. His hands are fucking locked down on your thighs to keep you stuck on his face

- He made you sit down on his face for so long, you were literally concerned if he was breathing

- if you ask him if he's alive, he would just squeeze your leg to show you. Yeah, he's good

- if you look behind you, He's hard.

PRICE

- would smile and assure you it's okay.

- Pats your back, for more assurance. But he literally wants to Pat your ass

- Bro would imagine what it would be if you sat on his face

- Naked. Yes, if you sat on his face naked.

- If you did his beard would tickle you.. Which was what he wanted fr

KRUEGER

- He would say something like in a very angry and demanding tone

- "Why'd you get off?"

- "huh?"

- "Sit.Back.down"

- You did

ROACH

- Yo.. He feelin something he never felt before. Haha lie he just found a new kink he would actually enjoy

- He would literally follow you around and tug your shirt and point at your ass then his face

- If you would say no, He would leave and come back a few minutes later and do the same thing

- He would do it until you say yes..

- He's very happy. He's a very happy bug

LOGAN WALKER

- Would scream at you

- because you made him discover something about himself

- He's angry because of that

- He would force you to run 15 laps because of that.

- Then when you suddenly tired, sweating yo legs shaking from how tired you are

- He would silently and gently ask you ( he would toss you over his shoulder and walk you off to his room and make you sit on him)

- He won't explain why he did that. He just wanted to

GRAVES

- Would look at you like 🤨

- Then be like 😐😒😏

- stands up and slaps your ass

- and asks you to sit on his face

Everyone mentioned

- You will face fuck them

- Do not fight me on this, they will make you face fuck them

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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Does the ultranationalist roach AU end with roach winning and settling with his little harem, or with Price recruiting Alejandro/Rudy/Alex/Farah and taking him down??? Bc honestly, it would swing either way and I would love a drabble of how the ending works out 👉👈

Roach's Darling Boy (1)

Warnings: Kidnapping, Threats, Stockholm Syndrome, Suicidal thoughts implied

Note: This is technically the first part of Price's kidnapping lmao, but it doesn't cover anything after, so: essentially Roach wins in this universe. He gets all the boys, turns them to his side, technically turns Alex, Farah, Alejandro, and Rudy to his side and later convinces Laswell to join the Ultranationalists!

"Let's have a conversation," Roach gave the two men a bright grin, leaning back in the little recliner he'd sat himself in. Despite his calm demeanor, the two men in front of him stood tensely. Stripped of all of their weapons and with a gun trained on them both, neither of them could feel as comfortable as Roach so clearly did.

"Conversation?" Alejandro gave a cynical laugh, "We don't talk with terrorists, pendejo."

Roach didn't react to his insult, he just maintained his grin. "I'm here to make a deal with the two of you. One that I think you'll both like."

Alejandro gave a low growl, "We don't-"

"Make deals with terrorists," Roach rolled his eyes, "Blah, blah, blah!" His smile fell only a small bit, "You've just not had a terrorist offer you something good enough yet."

"We don't take money," Rodolfo finally spoke, "We don't take bribes. We aren't low enough for that."

"Even if I could promise to wipe the cartel from Las Almas?" Roach shot back, an eyebrow raised, "Even if I promised that your home and you would have my protection from any outside threats?" He tilted his head at the men, observing the way that they both stared at him, shock written on their faces.

"That is," Rodolfo started slowly, "Why? Why would you do that?"

"Because I want something in return," Roach responded simply.

"We won't kill people," Alejandro was the one who answered, "We won't stoop to your level."

"I wouldn't ask you to," Roach responded quickly. "My request is very simple. All I'm asking you to do is say no to someone."

"What?"

Roach gave the two men a slow smile, he could see that he had their attention. After all, they knew how powerful he was, what type of resources and connections he had. They knew that he could make good on his promise. And he knew that all they wanted was for their home to finally be rid of the cancer that had flooded it.

"In several days," he started carefully, "Captain John Price is going to come to you and ask for your help for a mission. I want you to tell him no."

"That's all?" Rodolfo shook his head, crossing his arms with narrowed eyes. "I'm not buying it. What do you get out of that."

"Well," Roach stretched up carefully, "The mission is to kill me, so I suppose I get that."

"I don't blame Price for wanting to kill you," Alejandro snapped out, "If he asked me to help I would certainly say yes." He gave a few low curses in Spanish.

Roach gave the man a pout, "Now what have I done to earn so much ire?"

"Four of our friends are dead because of you," Rodolfo responded carefully, his own voice quite harsh despite his calm demeanor.

"Is that your hang-up?" Roach gave a slow chuckle, pulling his phone from his jacket to click several buttons. Within a few moments there was a distinct voice floating through the phone, one that both Alejandro and Rodolfo recognized immediately, much to their shock.

"Roach!" Soap's voice was excited. Roach brought a finger up to his mouth, indicating for Alejandro and Rodolfo to be quiet as Soap continued, "How is your trip going? Everything good?"

"Everything is going amazing, sweet boy." Roach gave a grin, "I just wanted to check in with you and the others. How are my boys doing?"

"We're doing good! Makarov's already finished that book you bought for him a few days ago and now he's moaning about having nothing to do, though. It's been a bit annoying. Me and Ghost finally think we've perfected that salmon recipe we were working on! Gaz has been holed up with Jackson practically the whole time, so we've not seen too much of him."

"Well," Roach started with a grin, "I look forward to seeing you sweet boys again soon. Tell Volodya that I'll have a new book in for him in a few days. I love you."

"Love you!" With that, Roach hung up the phone and met the wide eyes of both Alejandro and Rudy.

"Your friends aren't dead, they're very happy. All you have to do to keep it that way, to get rid of the sickness that has plagued your home, and to give Captain Price a chance to see his boys again, is to say no." He stood from his seat, a careful grin on his face, "So, what do you say?

"You expect us to say yes to this?" Farah scoffed, shaking her head as anger burned in her eyes. "Captain Price is our friend, if he comes to us for help we will give it to him."

"I can provide you and your army with invaluable resources," Roach started calmly, "I can ensure that this war you have is won within two years." He leaned forward against the table, tilting his head at Farah and Alex carefully, "That is your people free from Al Quatala, from outside sources looking to harm you, from all of it. And all you have to do is say no."

"My people will be free in time," Farah leaned against the table, meeting his eyes with a low snarl rising to her lips, "But I will not betray Price."

Roach watched her for a moment, observing her face. "Alright," he said after a moment. He gave a short shrug. "That's fine with me. I'll just take all of the resources that I just offered you, and give them to," he pretended to think for a moment, "AQ fighters. How's that sound?"

Farah reeled back from the table, her face twitching in anger, "You would give resources to men that wish destruction upon your country?"

Roach shrugged, "Even men with the strongest hatred wouldn't dare to bite a hand that feeds them well. They would know not to cross me." He tilted his head, "I suppose the question now is...will you cross me, Karim? Or will you take my offer?"

"You can't help?" Price's voice broke somewhere close to the middle and he looked far more defeated than either Farah or Alex had ever seen him. They shared a glance with one another. Both of them hated this, but at the end of the day they knew that Sanderson would make good on his threat if they didn't follow through.

"I am sorry Price," Farah spoke carefully, "But we can't risk leaving now. The balance of things is finally tipping in our direction and if we let up for even a second, AQ will regain its footing." She paused for a moment before adding, "You know we would help if we could."

Price gave a defeated sigh, a hand rubbing over his face harshly. They could both see the rage that had painted the other man's face as he spoke and even now, through the defeat, they could see that rage simmering under the surface. "It's alright," he said finally, "Alejandro and Rudy said they couldn't help either, seems we're all busy this week."

Farah and Alex shared another glance. Surely Sanderson hadn't gotten to them too? The timing just seemed so...convenient. "We are sorry, Price," Alex spoke carefully, "I know you were set on trying to go after the guy."

There was a glint in Price's eyes, something that had both Alex and Farah tensing. That was not the look of a man who was ready to stand down. "Captain," Farah started carefully, "You don't still plan on going after him, right?"

"Of course," Price agreed. "Good luck with everything Farah, I'll speak to you both again sometime." He cut the video call off with no further words spoken between them.

Alex and Farah were quiet for several moments, neither of them knowing quite what to say. They both knew, though, that Captain Price was going to try to go after Gary Sanderson on his own.

"Where are you?"

Price didn't respond to Laswell at first, he just watched the small factory, puffing on his cigar carefully. The factory was lit up by all sorts of flood lights. It was going to be difficult to sneak in, but nothing that he hadn't done before.

"I think you know," he finally responded. He snuffed his cigar out and tucked it back into his vest. It was a nice last treat to himself, but he couldn't wait any longer.

"John," Laswell sounded sick over the line, sick and terrified, "Don't do this. This won't bring them back."

"I know that," Price responded carefully. He checked over his guns for several moments, making sure that they would all work properly, "But I have to do it. I have to kill him. For them."

"You can wait," Laswell pleaded again, "Until Alejandro and the others are able to help. It doesn't have to be now."

"You and I both know," he started down the hill toward the factory, his movements careful, "That that isn't true. This is the best chance we'll have Kate. I'm sorry." He paused for a moment before, "Going dark." He cut off his comms and took in a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was about to do.

He didn't expect to wake up. He'd gone to that factory to die, to die in one last attempt to kill the man who'd taken his entire team from him. The man who'd snuffed out the light of four men who he considered his family. It was a suicide mission. He hadn't expected to wake up.

So when he did wake up, even with a pounding in his head, he knew that something was wrong. He should be dead. Why wasn't he dead? There was something else too, something else.

A pleasant sensation. Hands brushing through his hair gently, occasionally tracing over his forehead. What was happening? He wasn't dead and someone was touching him.

After several moments of working up his energy. He started to slowly peel his eyes open, groaning as he was blinded by the bright white of the lights of the room. Was this a hospital?

There was a small chuckle from behind him at his groan and he realized that his head was in someone's lap, pressed against their legs. The same person brushing through his hair. His eyes began to adjust and, ever so slowly, he could begin to make out the figure looking down at him.

His heart stuttered over in his chest. A grin met his eyes. Rage flooded him.

"Hello my Darling boy," Sanderson cooed from above him, "Sleep well?"

Bonus! Missing Scene for funsies:

"Oh, by the way," Roach stopped in the doorway of Alejandro and Rodolfo's home, a bright grin on his face, "If either of you ever decide that you want to retire and have someone take care of you? Just call me, I'd be more than willing to take care of you both." He shot a quick wink toward Rodolfo, "Especially you, Angel."

He ducked out of the house quickly after, the sounds of his chuckles intermixing with the sound of Alejandro's curses following after him.

#gary roach sanderson #john soap mactavish #captain john price #ultranationalist roach #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #roach x price #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #farah karim #alex keller

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krypticcafe · 1 year

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Reader/ Y/n coming back to base covered in blood and tortured while 141 + Alejandro had no idea where reader was since they left in the morning.

Reader is "the little sibling/adopted child that we must protect all cause" to the boys

Love your writing so much ❤️

As Long as I'm Here

rating: mature

pairing(s): platonic gn!reader x 141 + alejandro

warning(s): canon-typical violence, language, drugs and drugging, torture, blood, military inaccuracies, no use of y/n, no beta read

a/n: Hope you don't mind that I decided to put this all in one long fic, kinda struggled with the writing direction with this since I had to rewrite it multiple times and I had to cut it short so I'll probably make a part two?

synopsis: it's going to take a lot more than simple torture to keep you from going back to the 141.

Part Two is now up!

"I'll be back before they know it."

Those were the last words you thought to yourself before you hopped off the helicopter. You and a team of other capable members of SpecGru and the Los Vaqueros had left before the crack of dawn for a joint operation and anticipated coming back by the afternoon if things went smoothly. And of course, they didn't.

No, you couldn't be afforded such a luxury as seen by how you were overwhelmed in battle. You wish you could've said you did your best, but god dammit you should've checked before entering that building, thinking you could lure the enemy away from the rest of your team. Compared to the hours you spent strapped to a chair with nothing but fluorescent light and a buzzing in your ears to compliment the throbbing pain in your head, you started to prefer the option of joining the rest of your teammates becoming target practice instead.

It didn't help either that the people who caught you were sick bastards. You could deal with the punches, a kick to the crotch, the hair pulling, cigar smoke, the blades, and having your body slammed around the place. It was nothing compared to practice with the 141 and prior missions you had with them. But when the metal cart of syringes came out, you knew you were beyond fucked, even when you had a swollen eye, a busted lip, broken ribs, open cuts, and burns. They took it a step further and injected experimental drugs you were supposed to investigate, homemade concoctions as they lovingly called them.

By pure shitty luck, you only escaped because one of them was stupid enough to clean up after offering you a glass of water when you woke up after passing out, dropping and shattering it in front of you, and not bothering to clean up. When your guard left to go take a piss break, you threw yourself to the floor and tried to squirm your way to the glass, using a shard to cut through your ropes. Once your guard came back, you pretended to still be bounded to your seat, coaxing him to come closer as if you wanted to confess something, and slit his throat. From there, it was easy now that you had a gun.

Or at least it was supposed to be. Maybe it was the heat of the moment or the adrenaline of finally being able to move, but the drugs hadn't fully kicked in until now. Your whole world seemed to sway, or maybe it was just you. You couldn't tell, all that mattered was that you could fight. Based on the layout of the building you were in, you were still in the same area as you were before. It took more bullets than you would've liked to admit to take down the guards that were in your way, but how was it your fault when the only two thoughts in your head were 'Where the fuck is my stuff' and 'God I'm gonna puke'.

Whoever kidnapped you really didn't think things through. Security was tight on the second floor but the bottom floor just had a single guy in the kitchen messing with a bag of crackers. You aimed your gun at him and click!

Click!

Clickclickclick!

Shit.

Well that caught his attention. You ducked down right when he reached for his gun, tossing your empty one to the side now that you'd be doing this the hard way. Waiting with bated breath, you took your window of opportunity, lunging when he had to reload. You took him by such surprise that he fumbled to put in another magazine and that allowed you to knock the weapon from his hands and tackle him to the ground. The both of you struggled on the hardwood floors for what felt like hours, but it was only a minute at most. Even in your feverish, dizzy, survival-instincts-only state, you overpowered him and stabbed him with his own knife.

Towering over the body, you gasped for breath, feeling your lungs struggling to expand and contract if you didn't force yourself to focus on the task. Great, now you're sweaty, weak, bloody, and out of breath. Based on how your hands started trembling, your symptoms were getting worse. Pacing around the area, you found your bag on a couch and fished around for the radio, yelling out your callsign before the rest of them would discover why their friends were suddenly so silent over comms.

"Sending coordinates, get a chopper over to exfil ASAP. And a damn medic."

The 141 were back from their own mission when they had heard the news of your distress call. Ghost was on the verge of strangling one of men that was on the team with you if they didn't add the fact that you made a reckless move for the sake of the team. Ghost could agree that it was something that only you would do despite his constant arguing with you and his protectiveness over you. He'd keep an eye out for you from the shadows both on base and in the field, be the one to challenge you to push your limits during your sparring matches, make sure you were well-trained so you could protect yourself. And yet you would instead protect the 141's asses countless times.

Ghost was brooding in the helicopter, well, more like sulking after a mission with you and Soap. During the crossfire, he wasn't able to keep an eye out for his flank and see the grenade flying for him. In a desperate move, you shoved him out of the blast range with all your strength, landing you with a couple burns and injuries, but nothing fatal. You knew he was going to get moody afterwards, giving a knowing glance to Soap before turning back to Ghost and nudging his leg with your boot.

"Hey, L.T, you were in the British S.A.S, right?"

"..."

"Just answer the question! C'mon Ghost, for me? Pleaaaase?"

"Affirmative."

"So back then, if you were to get bathroom duty, would they call you a Loo-tenant?"

"... negative. Was promoted after joining the 141." He turned his head away, and despite his blunt, by-the-book response, you knew he was smirking under that mask of his, especially with how Johnny and you were both snickering your asses off.

"Ghost?"

Simon snapped out of his thoughts and looked back at Soap, visibly concerned for the masked man but reading him all at the same time. Years of working together helped Soap get over the boundary of Ghost's silence and stoicism, and Ghost wasn't the only one looking out for you after all.

"You alright, L.T?"

"Solid, just need a talk with Price."

"I know what you're thinkin', and as much as I'd love to shove it to the bastards, they're going to need us when they come back. Price will come up with something, we just hafta wait 'til then." For once, Soap was the voice of reason and Ghost couldn't argue with his point.

"He's right, you know." Price stood a few feet away from the two in the hall, "Kid's capable of themselves but they're going to need a shoulder to lean on when they get here. Maybe a couple stitches, too."

Price hoped it was only going to be a few stitches. Though he knew it probably wasn't the case. Alongside Roach and Gaz, he had trained you for these situations, ensuring it would never happen and it never did thanks to his mentorship. He saw you as one of his own and ensured that you'd be able to fight tooth and nail so that it would never end up like this. But now that it has, he could only wonder what could've been done to you for you to get captured.

He didn't want to wonder.

"Bloody hell, what did they do to you?" Gaz muttered, watching as you stepped down the ramp with a soldier aiding at your side. There was an attempt to bandage you up on the way, though it only seemed to be temporary since your bandages were already stained with blood and some of it oozed out. Even the bandages around your head didn't stop the crimson liquid from spilling down the side of your face. The soldier passed you to Gaz, immediately urging that your injuries be tended to.

"Something's wrong, look." Roach helped support your other side to allow Gaz to examine you.

With a closer look, Gaz found that your pupils were disturbingly dilated, eyes glazed over in a way that made you almost look dead. You were muttering and mumbling nonsense under your breath, something about the mission and wanting to go home.

Gaz swallowed an anxious breath and nodded, "We'll get you home soon, buddy. Roach, help me take off their gear."

As soon as the other man began unclipping your vest from your body, it seemed something had pulled a trigger in you.

"No... no you're not- don't fucking touch me-!" You slurred, weakly tearing yourself from the hands of your friends. It surprised Gaz that you had the energy to punch his chest with that much force, but it broke his heart all at the same time. Roach guessed that you were so out of it that you could barely comprehend your surroundings, hell, you probably thought you were still in captivity. It hurt to imagine your perspective, and how vulnerable you felt, thinking they were your enemies.

"What's going on here?" Price's voice rose over all the noise as people tried to calm you down, Soap and Ghost following behind him along with Alejandro, who joined them with no hesitance after hearing what happened.

Roach approached them, "I don't know, the Sergent just came back like this, like they're in some kind of haze."

"They're drugged, at least, I think. I took a look at them and they don't even look like they recognize us," Gaz struggled to keep you from falling but you were insistent on getting away from him, from everyone. Thankfully, Ghost had come up from behind you without being noticed and locked you in a hold. You tried to flail even more, but with your weakened state and Ghost's strength, all you could do was yell with sloppy words for him to let go of you. It hurt them all to hear you yowl and yelp like an animal in pain, but they knew that you'd only hurt yourself more if Ghost didn't keep you like this. He forced himself to ignore your cries and clenched his jaw, focusing on keeping his temper and how he was going to let it out when given a chance.

"Steamin' Jesus, Price, I thought this was a cartel recon mission?" Soap seethed at the thought of what might've happened. Torture was one thing, but it was this whole new level of "fucked-up" that had him wanting to snap and tear at the throats of your tormentors.

"It was," Alejandro spoke up, "There was talk of a new drug on the market, released even though it was 'incomplete'. Nobody know that it was more dangerous than it was supposed to be, nobody outside of them." The words left a sour taste in his mouth. Cartels being reckless was nothing new to him, it was something he had seen time and time again. But it was the lack of awareness, the blatant disregard for safety and society, and how they betrayed their own people that made him livid. As a leader, he emphasized his loyalty and dedication to his soldiers, which was why he considered those who worked for and with him to be friends or even family, like you. So to him, if someone had messed with you, they were messing with him and his army as well.

Price glanced in the direction of you and Ghost for a moment, watching you finally begin to calm down from tiring yourself out. His gaze softened after you finally went limp, but still breathing, and he felt a pang of disappointment in himself for the briefest of moments. Maybe if he had known you'd leave so early in the day, he could've better prepared you. Maybe he should've assigned one of the others to join you so you wouldn't be in this predicament. But he didn't know. He didn't expect things would go this far south. None of them did.

"We'll finish the job first and then," Price took one last look as you were taken away on a stretcher, unconscious but writhing with a pained expression.

"We give them hell."

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issdisgrace · 1 year

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Gaz: Ok so how many shots would it take for you hook up with each member of the 141 including me.

Y/n: Hmm. Probably at least 5 for Ghost so I can get over the intense stare he always has. For you, soap, and roach probably 2 just for courage.

Gaz: And the captain?

Y/n: Dead sober, ain’t no alcohol needed to hype me up to rail that man. Like he’s honestly a dilf and if I got the chance I would hit it.

Price: Good to know you think I’m a dilf and you’re not so bad yourself y/n.

Cue Y/n and Gaz screaming and jumping into each other's arms like Shaggy and Scooby

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thelaisydazy · 2 months

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We find out it’s everyone’s favorite puppy’s birthday and bake a dog friendly cake for the best baby

and some cookies for the 141 too I guess

mostly for everyone’s favorite firefighting puppy

The goodest boy NEEDS HIS CAKE

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It was well after closing and you were still at the bakery. You’d heard through Johnny that it was Riley’s birthday today and you wanted to drop off something for the pup. Luckily, your boss was more than happy to let you use the bakery to prepare a little doggy cake and a tray of cookies.

Covered in flour and icing made from greek yogurt and peanut butter, you admired your work. You weren’t exactly skilled at cake decorating, but even you had to admit the little cake looked cute. It was simple, just some nice icing swirls. The cookies were even simpler, just a batch of plain sugar cookies.

You loaded everything into boxes and balanced them in your arms as you locked the door. You spare a look at the gray sky, you had to hurry up and drop everything off before it started to rain.

It wasn’t easy, but after a while you finally managed to reach the station house. Using the heel of your shoe, you knock on the side door.

It’s Kyle that greets you, that beautiful smile on his face. “Hello luv,” he says warmly before his eyes flicker to the boxes in your arms. Without asking he reaches to lift them from your arms. “What’re you doing here?”

“Johnny mentioned it was Riley’s birthday,” you say smiling back at him as he takes the boxes. ��I wanted to drop off some goodies. There’s a dog-safe cake for Riley and some sugar cookies for the rest of you.”

“Gaz!” You hear Johnny call from further inside. “Is Simon back wi’ Riley?” He rounds the corner, spotting you with a wide grin. “Bonnie!”

“Our sweet thing came to drop off cake and cookies,” Kyle said, shuffling back as Johnny came running up. “I was about to invite them in.”

“Oh, no I don’t wanna impose,” you said. “Besides, I should head home before the rain starts.”

Almost on cue, the sky opened up, dumping buckets of water outside.

“Or maybe I could stick around..”

“That’s th’ spirit!” Johnny laughed. “C’mon, we’re get’n set upstairs.”

You follow Kyle and Johnny upstairs, greeting Price and Gary with a smile. Price was standing at the base of a ladder, cigar between his lips as he held the ladder steady for Gary, who was at the top hanging some blue and yellow streamers. “What have we got here?” Price asks, looking you over.

“Cake for Riley,” Kyle answers, placing the boxes down on a counter.

“An’ cookies!” Johnny piped in, opening the cookie box and swiping one for himself. Kyle shooed him away before he could take any more.

A few moments later, the door opens and Simon comes trudging in, Riley in tow. They’re both soaked, but they perk up as soon as they see you. Riley’s leash slips from Simon’s hand as the dog runs for the cookie in Johnny’s hand.

You grab a dish towel from the kitchen and walk up to Simon, tossing it over his wet hair. “You got rained on,” you giggle. He hums in response, bending so you can dry his hair more easily, just happy to be standing near you.

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meowpupp · 1 month

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as a thank you for hitting 1k followers, and an apology for my absence, I would like to share my take on poly!141.

poly141! x recruit!reader. 1.5k words. mentions of sex, although no smut. yet.

you're a sweet little thing. smart as a whip, nerdy, and confident. having spent most of your post highschool graduate years studying, youve acquired numerous impressive qualifications. while most people your age in university were out partying, getting blind drunk, hooking up, you were studying.

a tech genius. that's what laswell had sold you as to price. he had been hesitant to allow any new members at all, especially ones so young. and yet, taskforce 141 sees two new additions. the newest little tech genius who's climbing quickly through the ranks, and another soldier. someone by the name of roach.

at first, you weren't amused. as a woman in the military, your life was already difficult enough. being assigned to an all male taskforce felt like your worst nightmare. but after some convincing from laswell, and realizing this would be the fastest way to make a name for yourself, you sign the papers.

your first week is smooth, albeit awkward. you and the other new recruit, roach, get along fairly well. he's funny, a little dorky, but obviously skilled. he isn't as intimidating as the others, being almost as young as you. you find yourself gravitating to him often, often staying up late together, eating meals together, and even training together. you make quick friends.

and so, it's only natural that you both end up becoming… closer. late night talks turn into makeouts, and makeouts turn into grinding. it's somewhat clumsy however… as if the two of you can quite place the power dynamics.

the others, however, are much more of a challenge to get along with. you're cautious, aware these men have been in this business much longer than you. the four of them- price, ghost, gaz, and soap- are a power unit. it takes weeks for you to find your place within the team.

price tries to be welcoming, although it doesn't quite work. there's this sense of authority and power around him that makes you feel small, almost submissive. his gruff voice sends shivers down your spine each time he speaks over comms, panties growing wet each time he gives you a direct order.

it's almost as if he knows, whispering your name rather than your military nickname. his voice sounds almost seductive. it makes you feel like a pervert, imagining him growling in your ear each time you get off.

price has a way of always remaining in control and not just with you. the power dynamics within the task force are subtle yet well established. there seems to be a chain of command that follows their ranks. price on top, then ghost, then gaz and soap. you notice how they all drop casual innuendos, their affection for each other, corssing over the boundary of just friendliness.

ghost barely looks, let alone, speaks to you for the first month. you're unsure if he even likes you. on the field, he's sharp and alert. you occasionally hear him share banter with the others, but never feel brave enough to join in. the man is intimidating, almost three times your size, a quiet sort of confidence and dominance that follows him around. he's the one you train with most often.

ghost is ruthless. he slams you into the matt, somehow always ending up between your thighs, his big hands holding them apart and pinning you down. you can't help but memorise the sight. your Lieutenant, panting, slightly sweat as he holding you in such a lewd position, glaring down at you.

it's your favourite fantasy to think about late at night as you touch yourself, unaware that the walls are so thin that ghost himself hears you whimper his name. he strokes himself in time with the slick noises of your cunt, imagining how desperate you must look.

gaz isn't intimidating, per say. he isn't distant like ghost or unapproachable like price. the man has such a casual confidence and arrogance around him. he's the first to speak to you, ask you about yourself. throughout your career, you've met many military soldiers. most the men fit into two categories, misogynistic dicks who don't believe you have a place within the ranks, or disgusting perverts who want a quick fuck (most of them have wives, even kids.) but gaz is refreshing. he fits into neither.

he often starts conversations with you. asking questions and truly listening as you speak. little do you know he records each one, saving them for when he's alone late at night. something about the way you speak, your tone, the quiet rasp or accent, it makes him stupidly hard. he's not above recording you while you workout, standing just close enough to capture each huff and grunt as you lift. it's those recordings that get him off the quickest, wondering how whiny youd sound if he held a vibrator to your clit, didnt let up until you were crying and covered in slick.

and soap. the man is difficult for you to read. your first impression is that he's one of those men who fit into the ‘misogynistic asshole’ category. apart from your initial meeting, he practically ignores you.

you can tell its not deliberate. he just seems more immersed in the natural, pre-established dynamic of the taskforce. the one that doesn't include you. it takes a while, but after a month or two, your interactions become more common.

he turns out to be very respectful- even helpful. due to your background in tech, you skipped a few ranks when you joined. soap helps you in the shooting range. standing behind you, body pressing into yours from behind, correcting your posture before you fire.

you even create games with each other. he gives you little quizzes. theyre normally about gun components, military jargon, or even field upgrades. with each quiz he promises a ‘reward.’

its embarrassing whenever you blush and grow wet when he says it. the rough growl of his voice, combined with the accent he has, all makes you dizzy. you don't even notice how he plays it up, practically purring out the word, smirking as you squirm, making sure to graze his fingertips over your hot skin.

it's obvious that after a month or two, that roach is significantly more acclimated than you. it feels unfair. your relationship with each member is steadily growing, yet something about how roach interacts with them is so different. it's like you're missing a puzzle piece.

it isn't until one night when you're venting your frustration that roach reveals the reason he's clicked with them so quickly.

“It's like an initiation,” he smirks, eyes flicking away from you, “think of it kind of like…. hazing.” his eyes are almost predatory as he meets yours again, so unlike the goofy persona he usually has, “if you like, I could speak to price. they have started to discuss inviting you in.”

it's as if everything made sense now. it wasn't your fault. it was another case of discrimination, you being left out because you didn't fit into their stupid boys club.

ever since that conversation with roach, you have become frustrated, irritable, and short with them all. you fulfilled all your required tasks but refused to engage with them any further. denying invites to the pub, ignoring gaz when he tried to speak, training alone, no longer asking soap for help.

after about a week of this, price calls you to his office.

a sick sense of unease and anxiety settles in your gut. the man is so intimidating, and this surely wasn't a positive meeting. you've never been in a position like this. all throughout school, you were a grade A student, and within your years in the military, you've always maintained basic respect and politeness. you've never been in trouble with a CO.

when you step into his office, however, all your expectations are subverted. price sits at his desk, smoking a cigar. roach leans against it next to him. the two of them are speaking lowly.

price notices you first. his eyes carry an emotion you haven't seen before. lust. he's staring at you as if you're some sort of prey. with a smirk, he blows out a large puff of smoke. it curls around him, only making him more intimidating.

“if you were feeling excluded, sweetheart, you should've made me aware.” he leans back in his chair. suddenly, the room feels so small, your body getting hot, “id be more than happy to include you.”

roach walks towards you, guiding you further into the office. he doesn't let you sit, however, instead standing behind you, hands groping your hips. his fingertips slip under your shirt, brushing the sensitive skin of your stomach.

he kisses your neck, “price wants to see how pretty you are,” his hands slide further up, taking your shirt off, “let's give him a show, yeah?”

cont.

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lxvvie · 4 months

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It's the little things, Part I:

It's the way Price blushes as you cover his face in kisses. He's seen and done it all, stared down the barrel of a gun more times than he can count, but nothing will ever quite throw the Cap'n off his game more than the way you show and tell him that you love him and that he's damn good at what he does.

It's the way Gaz exhales and feels all the stress leave his body. His head rests comfortably on your lap and your fingers ghost over the wrinkles on his forehead. He was only away for only a week and a half but it felt like an eternity. Gaz leaves the work behind in your embrace, closes his eyes, and it's the best damn nap he's had in a while.

It's the way Soap whines and leans into your touch as your nails work shampoo and miracles on his scalp. Oh. That's new. You do it again. Same response. You tease him about it later much to his chagrin but it's just one of many things that endear him to you. And amuses Simon if your text messages are any indication.

It's the way Ghost is trying not to laugh when you blow raspberries on his stomach. Apparently, you made it your life's mission to get a reaction out of him every time you did it, and when you finally succeeded—he said it was a cough but that's bullshit—your eyes lit up and it was the cutest fucking thing to him. Victory looks good on you, sweetheart.

It's the way Alex relaxes and his eyes flutter close when you kiss the side of his mouth. It's the way he softly murmurs, "Boss...", you murmur, "Babe..." in response, he groans in faux exasperation, and you thank whoever heard your prayers that he's safe in your arms again.

It's the way Alejandro lets his guard down and silently brings you into a hug. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and your arms squeeze him back as tightly as you can. It's one of those moments where you can feel the weight he carries in the tension in his body but it's also a reminder that just as he watches over his men, you'll always watch over him.

It's the way Rudy leaves you speechless as he tilts his head ever so slightly as he listens to you talk, and when you realize what's happening, he laughs heartily and it's your turn to be flustered. What would you do without him?

It's the way Farah leans her head on your shoulder, respite from the burden of leadership. It's the way you lean your head against hers and she feels safe all over again.

It's the way Keegan looks at you, intentional in everything he wants to convey without uttering a word. Still waters run deep, and you'd be a fool to ever doubt the things he feels for you.

It's the way Roach smiles, wide, goofy, and boyish, things he can be when he's with you. It's the crinkle around his eyes reassuring you, and it's as if your worries and fears have dissipated into nothingness.

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