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ghostssweetgirl · 1 year

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hii again <3

this request is a litttlleee bit darker than usual but here we go

how would 141 react when someone slips something in readers drink at a bar?? like would ghost immediately stand up and beat the mf up?? 🥹

hi! omg they would all stand up and immediately beat some ass frfr & i LOVE dark stuff, dw :) <3 i'm not that good at writing action scenes but i hope this is goooood bc i do love the idea that they would fight for u

TF141 and How They'd React to Someone Slipping Something Into Your Drink

cw: alcohol intake, mentions of drugs, violence & blood

Captain John Price

He took the team out for drinks, sitting around the bar top. Everyone was having their own conversation, and it made his heart happy to see his people laughing with smiling faces.

While he was in a corner seat, he was making sure to keep an eye out on his team, as a good captain should.

You turned around for a minute, distracted. Soon as you weren't looking, some creep had sprinkled a powdered form of a drug into your drink, causing it to fizzle.

Of course, you didn't notice as you were watching a group of people playfully argue over their pool game.

You jumped back around when all of a sudden your captain's hands were at this guy's throat.

"You really thought you'd get away with that?" Price growled.

"Mind your fuckin' business, will you?" the creep retorted.

You made eye contact with Price, confused as to what was happening. "What the fuck," you whispered.

"Take it outside," the bartender said.

"Gladly, sir," Price chuckled darkly, dragging the guy by his shirt.

A few moments later, Price returned, kindly smiling at you. You could see the adrenaline pumping through his veins at his reddened face.

"Let's order you a new drink, yeah? Fucker ruined this one."

John 'Soap' MacTavish

You took a few sips out of your first drink, setting it down.

You smiled around at your comrades, happy to be there. A random chick walked up to you, asking you what you recommended her to order as she was new here and she just turned of age to start drinking.

You were busy chatting away, getting to know her, not noticing the random arm swooping around you, drugging your beverage.

Soap sitting next to you, picked up your drink and swiftly got up without a word.

"You okay, Soap?" you turned to him. You recognized the look in his eyes - anger. "M-my drink! What are you doing with it?"

He cornered the guy, not saying a word. His chest rose and fell heavily as he tilted his head, throwing the drink in the man's face before punching the shit out of him. He tried to fight back, missing his swing as Soap got him on the ground.

The bartender held his hands up, trying to politely ask them to take it outside but Soap was too quick in his actions.

Blood quickly splattered across the concrete floor, as well as across Soap's face and uniform.

"Get the fuck outta here," Soap demanded him, towering above him as he cowardly rose off the ground, basically tucking his tail as he ran out of the bar door. Soap looked at the bartender and back at the blood. "I'll clean it up."

He returned to his seat shortly after, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "Let's get you a fresh drink, lass."

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

You were laughing at one of Price's jokes with your drink in hand. As you laughed, your hand went outwards, giving perfect access for some weirdo to walk up and put a drug in it.

Gaz watched the interaction silently, taking your drink away from you while you wouldn't notice it.

In your drunkenness, you ordered a new drink, and it was quickly given to you but as you turned around, Gaz was gone. You looked around the building, and to your surprise he was face to face with someone, having a silent, heated conversation with someone.

The guy held his hands up in defense, seeming to try to explain himself.

Gaz looked at you, seeing your worried face. The creep met your gaze and he winked at you, his lips were moving but you couldn't tell what he said.

When suddenly, Gaz smiled. You couldn't tell if it was a genuine smile or the type of smile you give someone when you're really about to give it to them.

It was the latter. Gaz hiked his knee up, bringing the man's face down to connect with it sharply. Blood painted a small patch into Gaz's pants and blood leaked down the man's face. Clearly disoriented, he tried to fight back but Gaz landed one last blow before the man held his head down, regaining his balance, shortly leaving afterwards.

The bartender sighed, walking over with cleaning supplies and Gaz helped him out.

"What... was that about, Garrick?" you whispered.

"Don't worry 'bout it. Enjoy your 'good' drink," he rolled his eyes, and from that you could tell what had happened, happy to have been around your teammates when this happened.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

You had finished quite a handful of drinks, making sure this was your last one.

You took a few first sips before setting it down, joining the conversation with your teammates.

Ghost, as usual, was quiet. Nodding along and joining the conversation when needed. He had been keeping his eyes peeled for something to happen.

Price complimented you and Ghost's teamwork, which you happily thanked him and smiled at Ghost who nodded at you, but his eyes weren't on you. They were focused at the left side of you.

You felt a presence, and before you could turn around it was gone. Looking back around, Ghost was gone, too. Damn, that was quick.

Trying to shrug it off, you go to grab your drink but couldn't find it. Now, what the fuck?

You look around confused, seeing your teammates eyeing the corner, so you follow their gaze.

Seeing Ghost, towering over someone, hand on his knife. Your eyes widened, hoping he didn't have to use it. He held your missing cup up to the man's face as if he was interrogating him. He was.

The man was near crying, lips stammering as he tried to explain himself, but Ghost wasn't having it. Ghost must have said something to set the guy off because he thought it would be a good idea to try and push past Ghost. The glass shattered from Ghost's grip. His body tensed up before one large hand clasped around the creep's throat, lifting him up the wall. He gasped for air until his face scrunched in pain as Ghost's fist met it with a violent punch. Then another. And another.

The bartender seemed annoyed, but Ghost couldn't give a shit. He let go of the now-unconscious man, letting his body fall to the ground.

Ghost sighed as he sat back down, nodding at you. You awkwardly smiled, putting two and two together on what happened.

"Thanks, Ghost..." you said.

"Want a fresh drink, luv? Sorry 'bout your last one," he asked.

"After that, yeah..."

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witchthewriter · 5 months

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vixen7243 · 13 days

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Lurking in the Shadows

Husband!John Price x AFAB!Reader | Obssessed!Ghost x AFAB!Reader

Part 2 | Part 3

MDNI!!!

Over the next few days Simon had very much settled himself into the grooves of your and Johns marriage, when John would get up in the morning Simon turn the both of you , pulling you in closer to him he would make quick work to stuff himself into you. He made sure that during the day he had you bent all over the house, every filthy, needy desperate thought he's ever had being played out, pouting when John would get home and your attention would shift to him, your attention being split and no longer solely on him. Tonight no different as John walked in and you got out of his lap to meet John at the entry way, kissing him, and helping him take his jacket off. "Hi love, how was your day?"

"Hello darling." John wrapped his arms around you pulling you in tightly, "It was well, gonna be staying late the next few nights though, just so you know."

"What? Why?" You pouted up at him, "You guys are leaving again so soon?"

John glanced up, the pout you were giving him being mirrored on Simon's, only deeper and directed at you. Picking you up he only smirked when he saw dinner ready, having wrapped your legs around his waist you repositioned when he sat down on the couch near Simon, "We aren't going anywhere, I just got some meetings and files to get caught up with."

"Promise?" You felt his hands pulling the waist band of the your his sweats down, after some shuffling he squeezed your ass pressing your front into him as he kissed the valley of your breasts.

"Yeah." Smirking into your chest when he noticed that when you reached your hand out to Simon's cheek and cupped it bring him to you, Simon's whole demeanor changed, making him perk up. "Knew you were needy for her for a while but Jesus Simon, never took you for a pouter."

Tensing up Simon looked at John, "Wasn't pouting."

"Doin an awful nice thing as to share my wife, could stand to let up a few moment for me to restuff this cunt when I get home." You moaned when one of his hands slid down your ass and back between your thighs, a days worth of Simon soaking your underwear waiting to drip down. "What do you say darling?"

"Yes, please I want you love." Kissing his lips and neck, you tugged his shirt up from the waist band of his cargo pants, "Fill me up." John let you remove his shirt and undo his belt and pants, your hand wrapping around his shaft pulling him out and jerking him up stiff.

Sliding your underwear to the side John guided your hips down onto him, groaning feeling Simon's cum help ease his cock into you, sliding forward a bit John started moving your hips against him. Bouncing with John's movements the squelching of Simon's cum coating your inner thighs and all of John's pelvic and thighs, whining as you pulled your tank top off you arched into John's mouth as he suckled on your nipple, feeling your walls flutter around him John started rubbing a thumb into your clit in rhythm with his thrust making you dizzy.

Simon felt hot, eyes watching as John's cock bullied up into you, making his cum cover the both of them, knowing that his cum was on his captain made Simon's cock twitch. Gripping himself through his jeans he rubbed himself through the thick material looking up to your face, eyes rolled in bliss, mouth agape, small huffs of breath leaving your lips. He had been working you up to that all day, loving how lost you get when cumming, his pride swelling each and every time you begged him for more. Simon swallowed the lump in his throat when you came around John, the force of your walls clenching around him making him quickly cum with you.

He seen how the two of you silently looked at one another before you both smiled at the same time and you slowly eased off of John, grabbing the collar of Simon's shirt and pulled him to you across John and started kissing him. Consumed into the kiss he didn't see as you jerked John, sliding your other hand up to the back of Simon's neck you guided him down still kissing him, pulling back you leaned down kissing and licking the tip of John's dick, dragging your tongue down the shaft before feeling Simon jerk his head freezing as you were bringing him down. "Be a good boy Si." Massaging his neck you gently guided him down watching as Simon slowly and hesitantly stuck his tongue out barely touching the tip of John's dick. Making your way back up and with Simon's tongue the both of you swirled your tongues around John's tip. After feeling Simon now easing more of John into his mouth on his own you suckled and fondled John's balls.

John groaned watching the both of you going down on him, smirking as you helped ease Simon into it, and huffing when Simon wrapped his lips around the head of his dick. You slowly pushed on his neck making him take a little more of John, you sat up and still holding Simon's neck you leaned into John's chest kissing him. "Isn't he doing such a good job hun?"

"Aye, right, good job lieutenant, urgh, you could take more, go on."

Simon never knew that getting this kind of attention from John would ever rile him up as much as it was, feeling his captain's cock twitching in his mouth, your hand sliding up into his hair Simon couldn't hold back the moan ripping through his throat vibrating around John also making him moan. Pushing little more before John rested his hand over yours he pushed quickly up and holding for a moment while Simon coughed surprised.

Getting off the couch you removed your hand and to Simon's surprise you rested on your knees between his legs trying to help him move his hips so you could undo his pants and tug them down slightly freeing his aching cock, when you started kitten licking his dick his mind fogged up with the sensation of getting his dick licked and sucked while simultaneously having one shoved in his own mouth. As Simon realized you were following his pace that he set to get John off he grew anxious and close, wanting you to go deeper and faster he took a breath through his nose closing his eyes and did his best to go at the pace he wanted you to go. Following his lead you looked up at John trying to focus but smiling as John grinned tightening his grip on Simon's head halting his movements, making Simon whine and thrust up into your mouth when you also stopped. Reaching his hand down to your hair and trying to guide you to continue bobbing your head only for John to reach over, grabbing his wrist and pulling it behind his back. "No, no, no. You'll take what you give lieutenant." Huffing and whimpering with his mouth full, John chuckled holding Simon's head still before setting the pace himself and thrusting up himself, Simon trying not to cough or gag the deeper John worked himself into his throat. "Good, like that lieutenant, quick learner aren't you. Knew you would make me proud."

Simon grunted as his cock started twitching in your throat, groaning trying to bob along John faster before you pulled back and pulled Simon off of John, both huffing looking to you, eyes dazed. "You're so close, I know baby, but you can't cum till John does." Simon groaned, opening his mouth to say something but you stopped him, wiping you thumb on his bottom lip, collecting his drool and all the fluids from when you rode John. "Not. Till. John. Cums." Smiling, you kissed him quick before letting him get back onto John, John mean while rolling his head back moaning when Simon continued. You got back down and took him back in your mouth moaning when John was working his hips up meeting Simon's mouth all while Simon pushed down a few times holding getting used to his girth, getting riled up even more as John continued to say HIS name and praise him.

Hearing John moaning Simon's name you clenched your thighs feeling Simon close again, as you stilled, holding his waist pulling back when he would try to thrust up. You heard Simon whining around John, chuckling around him when he gripped the base of John and was now more determined to get John to cum. John groaned, grabbing Simon's head and started working himself now close, "Don't tease him anymore darling, shit. Close, let him cum."

Moaning you started following John's thrusts while going down, feeling Simon now thrust also both grunting, Simon whimpered around John as the both of them came. Trying to swallow John's cum Simon coughed and grunted as John finished before letting go, letting him sit up gasping, John's cum going down his chin. You sat up smirking, swallowing all of Simon's cum, his cock having a glisten from your saliva.

Looking at John's messy cock you giggled, crawling up onto Simon's lap, using the tip of your tongue to collect John's cum and kissing Simon. "Poor baby, couldn't take all of it? Don't worry, you will. Practice makes perfect huh?" As Simon slowly nodded his head, you kissed all around his face using your thumbs to clean around his mouth. Using the space between the two you got down and took John into your mouth, cucking him in and using your tongue to clean him. Sitting up you hummed as John pinched your chin tilting your head back kissing you sweetly.

"Such a good girl." Pulling your leg over his leg John smiled when Simon followed his lead. Both their hands squeezing and massaging down to your filled cunt. Biting your lip you scooted your hips trying to get more comfortable when their fingers started working together, dipping their fingers into you, their other hands pulling your folds open more. Rolling your eyes back you moaned cupping your breasts, arching your back. "Did such a good job baby, just relax."

Huffing resting your head on Simon's arm you started jerking when both of them found your sweet spot, both working in tandem at the spot as you started gushing around them, the couch slowly getting ruined as when you moved to squeeze your legs they held you tightly. "Shit, there." Looking down you started panting as you tensed, cumming around their fingers, whimpering as their fingers started thrusting into you drawing your orgasm out a little longer. Slouching back into the cushions you groaned when they slide their fingers out and sucked their fingers clean. Looking up into the kitchen you laughed to yourself, "Anyone hungry for real food, dinner is done."

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python333 · 8 months

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task force 141 getting gaslighted by [reader] — python333

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synopsis just as the title says, tf141 gets gaslighted by [reader]... nothing serious, dw!!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings gaslighting, but used in extremely stupid and unnecessary ways, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], probably ooc but i'm a little more confident in this one than the last one!

note i'm so sorry that this is so long... it's like 3k+ words :{ and the soap and gaz sections are a majority of those words LMAO also tysm to the people who reblogged my last post?? thats so sweet?? im crying?? it was my first post too so i was just hdjsfhjdhsfjf tysm tysm!!

JOHN “BRAVO SIX” PRICE

➥ price is basically your dad atp.

➥ so it’s safe to say he knows about pretty much all of your weird little antics and shenanigans.

➥ this includes your tendency to gaslight people about the stupidest shit possible.

➥ trust him, he was a victim of this.

➥ the first time it happened, it was just too perfect of an opportunity for you to pass up.

➥ price was trying to eat his food in the mess hall, when you had sidled up right next to him at the small table he was eating at, and commented on his food choice.

➥ “Oh, nice. We got the same thing.” you’d said, setting down your tray of chicken, rice, and potatoes right next to price’s bowl of soup.

➥ at first, he thought you were just joking, and gave you an amused look and commented something along the lines of you being blind because you absolutely did not get the same thing as him.

➥ you take your gaslighting very seriously. this is not a joke.

➥ so you insist that you did in fact get the same thing, and you shoot a very confused look at him for good measure. your definitely-serious tone throws price off, because there’s no way you could possibly think you both actually got the same thing…

➥ … right?

➥ cue the rest of your lunch being spent alternating between eating your food and arguing that, “But we did get the same thing!” while price can only counter with, “No we did not!”

➥ now you may think that this is the point where you give up.

➥ it absolutely is not.

➥ see, price’s first mistake was giving you leeway to argue with him over this. his second mistake was suggesting that you ask someone to come over to the table and settle this by telling you both if you did get the same thing for lunch.

➥ naturally, you chose soap, because who else would encourage your bullshit with the same enthusiasm he does?

➥ long story short, he agrees to come over and settle the very weird argument you’ve started with price, and takes a very close look at both you and price’s chosen food items for the day and after you shoot him a glance that tells him everything he needs to know he confidently says, “Aye, these’re the same.”

➥ price has never recovered from the crisis he had after that entire interaction.

➥ so, the next time you do it, he knows exactly what to do.

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When you sat down next to Price during lunch, he immediately got a sense of deja vu. Which is weird, because you sit next to him everyday, so what could possibly be different about today?

“Oh, nice. We got the same thing,” you’d commented offhandedly, setting down your tray of food, of which was just about the direct opposite of Price’s meal. Oh, so that’s why I feel like this has happened before. Price stared at your tray for a moment, flashbacks running through his mind, recalling his trauma from the last time this happened.

Then finally, cautiously, he agreed, “... Yeah. Whatta coincidence.”

You didn’t know if you should feel disappointed, happy, or shocked by him agreeing with you this time. You were fully prepared to pull Soap and Gaz aside to take a look at both of your trays of food and agree that they were the exact same meal, down to the portion sizes and everything. After a quick moment of thinking, you smile at him with the most innocent smile you can muster and eat your food, ignoring the sigh of relief Price lets out when you don’t begin to argue with him.

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JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ actively enjoys being gaslighted.

➥ in the sense of like, how many ways can he defend himself in ways you can’t argue with?

➥ he’s like the gaslighting victim version of markiplier with the whole ‘i’m not a masochist, i just wanna see how much pain i can handle’.

➥ so safe to say he very much encourages your gaslighting.

➥ the first time and only time you ever gaslighted him was when you were both hanging out in his room, both of you on your phones, soap watching ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ after you told him you thought he’d enjoy watching it, and you scrolling through social media to pass the time.

➥ then, you got an idea.

➥ “Soap?” soap perks up at the sound of his name and hums in acknowledgement of you talking to him, “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”

➥ “Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left.” he’d responded.

➥ “Really? What season are you on?”

➥ “The last season, season two.”

➥ “... What do you mean the last season?”

➥ you two go back and forth, with you insisting that no, you told him to watch ‘the vampire diaries’, not ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’.

➥ the entire thing goes on for at least thirty minutes before soap sighs and insists that you’d told him to watch ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ one last time, and you finally break.

➥ you break out into a small fit of laughter, and stop yourself to take a deep breath and admit, “Yeah, I did.”

➥ honestly, soap is very impressed by your determination to manipulate him. 10/10 would encourage you to do it again. in fact, will help you gaslight anyone you so please.

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You and Soap were sitting in his room, him on the bed and you on the floor sitting down on one of his pillows. You’d just been scrolling through any and all apps you had, even going through your photos app, bored out of your mind, when you suddenly got an idea. You turned off your phone and looked over at Soap.

“Soap?” He tapped on his phone screen to pause the show he was watching and hummed, looking over at you. “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”

“Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left,” he’d answered, sitting up and cracking his knuckles.

“Really?” you’d asked, feigning confusion, “What season are you on?”

“The last one, season two,” he replied, showing you his phone screen. You looked at it for a moment before drawing your eyebrows together in pseudo-confusion.

“... What do you mean the last season?” you’d asked, “There’s eight seasons.”

“Uhh…” Soap looked back at his phone screen, confused, and tapped his screen a few times before he shook his head, “Nay, there’re two seasons, c/n.”

“Are you watching the right show?” you’d asked, watching as Soap nods confidently, and yes. You had set down your phone, ready for this new form of entertainment.

“Yeah. My Babysitter’s a Vampire, right?” he said, hoping for confirmation that he’s watching the correct show. You slowly shake your head negatively.

“No, I told you that you should watch Vampire Diaries,” you’d clarified, watching as Soap started to disagree.

“Nay, ye told me tae watch the Babysitter one,” Soap argued, quickly pulling up his text messages with you, “I reckon I’d ken if ye told me tae watch Vampire Diaries.”

“Well, I did,” you argued back, “I told you, verbatim, ‘hey you should watch Vampire Diaries, I think you’d really like it, since you like making fun of old 2000s shows with me’. I texted you yesterday about it.”

Soap raised an eyebrow before he’d turned his phone to you, showing you your text messages from yesterday, where you definitely did not tell him to watch Vampire Diaries. You took a good look at the text messages, before looking up at Soap, concerned, “Are you okay? That clearly says what I said it says.”

Soap looked baffled, and it took everything in you not to laugh, “Nay, ye messaged me tae watch the Babysitter one, so I’m watchin’ the Babysitter one!”

You two went back and forth, arguing over what the text actually said. You’d constantly deny everything Soap saw and he’d argue back in the most flabbergasted tone that ‘Nay, it’s richt there, I ken I’m no’ goin’ daft!’ and you argued back that he’s definitely seeing things because how could he possibly be reading the text but see completely different words than what it actually says?

Eventually, you both stopped arguing, taking time to catch your breaths. You had taken one look at Soap’s miserable facial expression before breaking out into a small fit of laughter, giggles spilling from your lips as you tried to muffle them by putting your hand over your mouth.

“Ye ‘nd I baith ken that the text says you want me to watch My Babysitter’s a Vampire,” Soap breathed out, watching you try and muffle your laughter.

After you’d taken a moment to catch your breath, you admit, “Yeah, I know.”

Soap’s eyes widened and he immediately said, “So ye admit it?”

You nodded affirmatively and he groaned, flopping back down onto the bed, the action having made you giggle even more. “Ye’re a bampot,” he’d grumbled, though there was no serious anger or irritation behind his words.

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SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ now why would you even try this, huh?

➥ have you MET the dude?

➥ he absolutely will not fall for it.

➥ he won’t encourage it, won’t argue with you, in fact he’ll shut you down with a simple “No.”

➥ you’re too scared to even try again after the first time you tried it.

➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, you were both just walking down the hall together.

➥ you tried convincing him that gaz was off on a mission when you had just passed by him.

➥ the look he gave you… my god.

➥ “No he isn’t.” i’m so sorry please let me jump off a cliff i’m sorry i made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment and i don’t expect to be forgiven i’m simply here to apologize mr. simon ghost riley lieutenant sir.

➥ you never try to gaslight him ever again.

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You thought it was a good idea at the time. You don’t know what drugs you were on or what meds you were off, but you decided that, yeah, I can totally gaslight Ghost with no repercussions, that’s definitely possible. So here you are, walking right beside him, the both of you going to completely different locations but he doesn’t need to know that.

When you first sidled up to him, walking by his side down the hall, he looked over at you for a moment and was just a bit confused but didn’t say anything otherwise. The two of you passed by Gaz, who was minding his business just walking past the two of you. He gave you both a quick nod and you made a point to nod back, not only out of respect but because you thought it would make your gaslighting session just that much better.

Just a minute after passing Gaz, you sighed and commented, “Can’t believe Gaz is on that super long mission right now. Two weeks is crazy.”

Ghost had slowly turned his head towards you, a sight that made your stomach drop because oh God I definitely fucked up, and simply said, “No he isn’t. We just saw him.”

I think I just shit my pants. “Y- yeah, right, right, definitely, no clue what I was thinking,” you blurted out, stumbling over your sentences because oh my GOD I’m gonna piss myself why is he so scary lord have mercy on my soul. Ghost raised an eyebrow at you, before huffing out a small laugh and continuing his walk, amused by your sputtering. You let out a sigh of relief as he simply walked away, and you headed in the correct way of where you're supposed to go, completely chickening out of your original plan.

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KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ oh that poor poor boy.

➥ probably gives into it and just lets you gaslight him tbh.

➥ like maybe if your argument/gaslighting isn’t too strong he’ll argue with you, and sure he still won’t win but it was worth a try, but if you’re gaslighting-gaslighting him? he’s just gonna agree with you.

➥ like at that point anything you say is law and he is a law-abiding citizen.

➥ if your argument is strong enough and he’s tired enough he will genuinely believe you, too.

➥#savegazfromreader

➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, it was pretty easy. you two had just finished sparring, with you coming out on top, much to your own surprise. gaz had given you a lighthearted pat on the shoulder and went off to shower, when you had the best idea you’ve ever had.

➥ you had groaned and playfully complained, “I can’t believe you won that.”

➥ gaz turned around, confused, and was like, “Won what?”

➥ cue the next 5 minutes being spent by you saying that gaz had won and arguing with him that he did win.

➥ “Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won. I appreciate that you don’t want me to feel bad, but I can take a loss.”

➥ hes so confused omg.

➥ starts gaslighting himself into thinking he won, then he’s like ‘wait no i didn’t’.

➥ but he still goes along with it because… what else is he supposed to do?

➥ ever since then he’s been your main gaslighting victim, and your favorite.

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You hated the feeling of being sweaty, but you hated the feeling of someone else’s sweat even more. Maybe that’s what tripped you up that day, letting Gaz swipe his leg underneath yours and force you to fall down onto the mat beneath you, where he then started counting to ten, as per usual with sparring. But luckily for you, you were able to grab his ankle and yank it towards you, making Gaz fall on his ass and letting you straddle his chest and begin to count to ten just as he was doing earlier.

Of course, you dramatized your counting, because who would you be if you didn’t? You emphasized every number and your lips twitched into a small smile as you watched Gaz scoff and look away from you, clearly fed up with your theatrics. Once you were done counting, you got up and held out a hand for Gaz, who took it and got up, letting out a huff and patting you on the shoulder.

“Good job,” He’d said, smiling down at you, stepping off the mat and walking over to the bag of stuff he’d brought with him. After that small interaction, you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to gaslight him. It’s not your fault! Who else would pass up an opportunity like this?

You groaned and stepped off the mat, muttering, “I can’t believe you won that. I really though I had you.”

“Won what?” Gaz questioned, looking back at you, confused.

“The spar?” You answered, though you made your answer sound more questioning, as if confused on why he’d even question your words. As if it was obvious that you hadn’t won. Gaz simply looked at you, very confused, trying to figure out if you’re joking or not. By the serious look on your face—a poker face you’ve worked on for the longest time—he figured that you weren’t not kidding, which worries him a bit.

”... No, you won that spar,” Gaz insisted, before nervously joking, “Remember? Thirty seconds ago, when you kicked my arse after I thought I had you down?”

“Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won,” You laughed, walking over to Gaz and patting him on the back, “It’s not like I’m a sore loser or anything like that. I can take a loss.”

He was so confused, and continued to insist that you had won the small sparring match, and got more and more confused the more you fought with him on this. He was so sure that you had won—you did, didn’t you?

He eventually just sighed, and ‘admitted’ that you were right, he did win. Satisfied, you smiled up at him and reminded him that you can take a loss, and you went on with your day. And if you heard him asking Price if he could go through the security cameras for a moment, requesting to go back to that specific time the two of you had sparred, no you didn’t.

#cod #cod hcs #hcs #taskforce 141 #task force 141 #tf141 #tf141 x reader #platonic #platonic taskforce141 #task force 141 x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #again...... fucking hate tagging #listen i love tagging on ao3 but #tumblr is a diff story #tags are my diary fr

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queenhunter102 · 2 months

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NSFW

(I know it's a little short but I wanted something out to you all as quickly as possible) I mean it! this is not meant to be consumed/ read or seen by minors, this is WHOLE SMUT WITH LITTLE IF ANY PLOT, so please If you're a minor, stay away, Contents: Edging (Male, No like really), Orgasms (Of the male kind, ya' welcome Price), Public sex (No like really, this man has his thang out and it ain't hidden), Public, Sex!, Back shots, aggressive?, talk of AFAB but not about reader (Talk of 'blinding' orgasms some women have) There maybe more that I have missed. Price had every intention of pulling out, he did, he really did, but the way your hips pressed back to meet his, had his eyes rolling, his mouth open wide as his brain tried to understand the feeling of your ass meeting his hips. The grip on your hips became tighter and almost pointed, as he pointed his hips to hit the spot he knew would have you near Cumming instantly, the sound you made when he adjusted his hips, made him screw his eyes tight as he bit his lip, he could feel it the way his balls drew close, the way he was right on the edge. He had promised you that he would pull out he did, he had promised that you wouldn’t have to walk around base with his cum dripping into your underwear, but that thought was enough to drive him closer to the edge, and if he didn’t enjoy the thought of you walking around with his claim sticking to you, he didn’t know what he could enjoy. he moaned louder as he pounded into you, his hand covering your mouth as he drove home, he wondered if you would have the imprint of the brick wall on your face and hands, he wondered what excuse you would give later if someone saw you with the imprints, he grabbed your hair pulling you up, to press into his chest. “Such a needy thing, hmm, needy for yer’ Captain” he growled into your ear, as he attacked your neck licking and sucking he didn’t care if you were pulled up for the marks, it just meant he could have you in his office for ‘punishments’ that was nothing but a vibrator and hours of edging, while he forced you to watch porn. He grunted at the thought, how you would whine and beg, how you would try and find friction to cum, he remembered one of the last time he had left you like that, he had walked out of office to attend a meeting and when he came back he found you humping a pillow, he had walked in at the exact moment you had found your orgasm, the look of shear bliss on your face. He swore as he pulled out suddenly, his breath shuddering he was about to cum and he wanted to last, dear god he wanted to last, his cock twitched as he grunted trying to calm himself from the near orgasm, he was blowing out breathes as he grunted pushing is cock back in, his eyes screwed shut. “I think we need to have this in training, because~ FUCKIN HELL~” He shouted, as he pulled his cock back out, it twitching and jumping, he knew he would need to either stop or fucking fill you to the brim, because he couldn’t keep going you felt to good. He gritted his teeth as he sunk back in for the final time, his grip now bruising as he snapped his hips to yours, his eyes roll back, he finally understood how some women had a blinding feeling when they came, you had given him that, for the first time, while he began to come down from his high, he kept your ass pinned to his hip, the thought of you moving on his over stimmed cock was enough to nearly break him.

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blood-grove · 3 months

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His Kid (Pup?)

dog!price + human! child reader (gender neutral pronouns)

tws; fluff , fluffy , fluff , minor injury :( , i would say language barriers but lets just say you both can understand each other. no use of y/n sumamry; prices rambles about you! eventually realizing that hes a sucker for you and your his kid now.

Gods if you didn't stop fucking running off when they took this..what'd they'd call themselves? Human a couple of weeks ago he didn't expect to have a basically oversized puppy keeping all of the unit on there toes.

We couldnt really tell if there were old for there species we guess not it took a look for them to learn boundaries especially when we first encountered them they said they were 12 years old it was clear then that 'human' years were different from ours they clearly weren't some old greying dog.

There so damn touchy, Honestly weren't they raised with any manners? Putting there hands in our faces , tugging tails , pulling off my damn hat. They learned there lesson with the random touching when they tried to..'pet' Simon, I know he didn't mean to bite them I could instantly see the flash of guilt in his eyes when he nipped them purely out of how much they had gotten him riled up they've been avoiding him now as of recent but I'm sure the human just needs time the humans skin was fragile the nip was enough to cause it to bleed a candy and bandage later they were fine. I've recently spotted them and Ghost together the human drawing mumbling and rambling on about something as Simon just watched I couldn't help but grin slightly at the sight, They had there calm moments the slow days around the base I could hear them making those weird noises that they do..'giggling?' it sounded more like a little piglet squealing when them and Soap would be running around base. Oh right them and Soap truly a pair together whether that's a good thing or not its still to be decided thought it was sure Soap was the perfect dog to help them tucker out enough for a nap, Honestly out of all of us I'm pretty sure Soap is reason for most of there scratches and bruises somethings in the earlier weeks forgetting that there not a adult dog despite being around the size of one they were easily knocked over plus easily scratched with Soaps claws accidentally grated against them.

Pretty sure I've been recently been hearing Soap filing down his nails(finally bloody fuckin' hell I was half convinced I'd have to force him to the groomers) to a manageable level which is a wine in my book no more hearing the damn bastard slip and slid on the smooth floor. The pup is great around Gaz a healthy medium between Soap and Ghost you could easily find them both laying around even with Pup laying on Gaz's stomach as he rambled on about something Gaz seemed to be alright with the petting we all eventually assumed that was how the human showed affection but of course there's still boundaries between us so they human learned to ask before petting us. I'm not to fond of petting but sometimes the human will come in my office and just sit there either watching him work or looking around the office just something about them is so..I don't even know the word they eventually one day laid against me I didn't know really what to do so I just stayed still eventually laying down letting them cuddle closer. There're pretty damn cute. Shit. I just sighed as I gently pulled them closer as I went back to finishing up the report..I hoped we'd keep em' for bit longer.

#call of duty #cod #dog au #reader #gender nuetral reader #no use of y/n #john price #captian price #captain john price #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #simon ghost riley #gaz garrick #gaz cod #task force 141 #tf 141 #first story #child reader

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antennaed-shidou · 8 months

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I'm Innocent

♫ Task Force 141 x f! reader

♫ Warning: not prof-read, being tortured, cutting flesh, close to death experience, tied down, blood, rope tied around the body,

♫ Word count: 1K+

♫ In which you were framed

There have been traces of a mole around. There has been no lead to anything and it's been tough for Task Force 141. You sat in the cafeteria looking at the evidence while eating your food. You were looking through it as you heard footsteps walking your way.

You lift your head to see Price and the others around the table. You put the papers down Price sits in front of you. He sighs putting his hands together.

You were confused as to why everyone was around you and why they all seemed disappointed.

Price spoke, "We know who the traitor is, {Y/n}." His tone was flat as he spoke.

A smile was present on your face, "Great who is it, Captain?" You ask a happy tone in your voice as you guys have finally found the traitor.

But when you heard Price say your name, your face fell and your body carried so much weight.

"What. No, I'm innocent. You guys know I would never betray any of you." You pleaded.

No one believed you as they looked in the other direction. Even your so-called students that you trained. They didn't bother to even look at you.

"Guys please believe me..." Your words were cut short when you felt a sharp pain in the leg. You look at your leg to see it is a needle. All of a sudden your eyes felt like they were being pulled down to the floor. You also felt unbalanced like someone was pulling you on one side and not the other.

You woke up in a chair, you tried to move but your hands and legs were tied around the arms and legs of the chair. You struggle in the chair wanting to be set free, but nothing is working.

After a while, some people enter the room. It was your so-called students that entered the room. One of them was holding a pocket knife in his hand.

Your eyes are full of fear as he walks closer and the other stays a little behind.

"I'm sorry, {Y/n}. But if you didn't go behind our backs then this wouldn't happen.'' You could tell by how he spoke he didn't really mean it, or maybe he did and he was hurt at the fact the person he looked up to did such a horrible thing.

"I didn't I really didn't. Please, believe me, Jared!" You pleaded but he didn't listen.

Jared guided the pocket against your arm, blood was slowly dripping out as he cut deeper and deeper. Tears were flowing down your eyes as you tried to keep in the screams. Even though the students weren't on your side, you still tried to show them you were stronger than the rest.

The three in the back covered their eyes, they couldn't stomach seeing the person they looked up to being hurt by one of their coworkers, or even friends. Mille peaked seeing tears flow down your eyes. She couldn't take it and left the room.

Price saw her leave and let her be. He himself didn't want to do this but if so be it, then so be it. You were the traitor and leaked everything you could about Task Force 141. After Jared was done the others left the room as well.

Ghost and a few others entered the room. He stayed away in the corner watching Captain Price talk to you.

"Tell us, {Y/n}," Price yelled. He didn't want to, but no matter what he had to.

"I swear I am innocent!" You yelled tears flowing down your eyes. You tried but no one would listen.

Your blood was spilling out from your body. You felt so tired and helpless. You started in front of you and Ghost was standing right there with a bloody knife in his hand, the knife that he used to make cuts over your body.

Task Force 141 wanted to get the information out of you so that they would stop and let you free, but you didn't say anything because you didn't know anything.

They decided to give you a break as you had passed out. They left the room beside one, Ghost. He stayed with you, he knew the pain that you must be feeling. One problem was that the was one of the people causing the pain.

He left the room shortly after. He saw when he left that your students were watching you. Jared held the knife close that was used to cut his so-called teacher.

Mille was the only person who believed you.

That night she snuck into the room you were being held in and confronted you about it.

"{Y/n}, {Y/n}, wake up." She nudged you seeing you slowly open your eyes.

You were shocked to see Mille by your side. "What the fuck are you doing here. If you get caught they'll think you with me. And I don't want that for you."

"Who do you think framed you?" She asked taking out a notepad and pencil awaiting your answer.

The following day you were yet again tortured, knives were guided against your body, and rope was wrapped around you even so tightly. Yet again you still said nothing because you didn't know anything.

This time you lasted longer, and your throat felt like it was burning in the pits of hell. Your body felt limp and tied so they gave you rest again.

Mille on the other hand was endlessly doing reacher so that you could be set free. And she had finally found solid evidence that would get you out.

She presented it to Price. "Captain Price!" She hollered earning his attention, "I have something to show you." She gave him the pile of paper.

They went back to his office as he looked through the papers. As he read through Mille, could see his widened eyes.

As Price was reading his stomach dropped, he felt terrible for everything he had done to one of his good Lieutenants. He didn't even finish reading everything, he just took off to where {Y/n} was being held.

When you heard the door open you again were prepared for the worst. When you only see Price walk in you are confused, he has nothing in his hands, only a look of regret on his face.

"{Y/n}, you were never the mole were you?"

You're heart sank in your chest. You figured Mille found solid evidence to set you free, and you were glad but in the long run, it showed how much Price didn't believe your words. He had to be told by someone else that you weren't the traitor.

You didn't say anything and you didn't have to either. Price unlocked the chains and ropes that tied you to the chair. You tried to get up but couldn't. Price tried to help you up but you swatted away his hand.

"I'm sorry," He apologized.

For you that wasn't enough, an "I'm sorry" wasn't going to cut it. Milled walked into the room and helped you get up. You left Price to think about his actions.

Mille took you to the cafeteria to get food since you've also been feed poorly these past few days. Everyone turned their heads when they saw you enter the room.

That also must be one thing, you were not the mole. When Ghost saw you his stomach churned. He felt so bad for what he had done to you. He saw all the scars that he caused all over your body.

Mille sat you down and went to go get food for you she came back and set the tray down. "I'm going to get you a change of clothes, I'll be right back, {Y/n}." She says giving her a thumbs up to make sure everything was alright, you gave one back and she went to get more clothes.

As you were sitting there and peacefully eating your food you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your instincts come in and as you are about to hit the person the strength in your body gave out.

You turn, your eyes meeting a skull mask before you can say anything Mille appears.

"Move Ghost. What you did to {Y/n} can not be solved by some solemn apology. So I suggest you leave her alone."

Ghost doesn't want to argue. He knows what he did to you is traumatizing, even worse than anything that happened before you joined.

This is only part one meaning more parts later! I want to try and write for more COD but we will see

#call of duty #cod mw2 #fanfic #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #john price #female reader #john soap mactavish #cod x reader #cod x y/n #ghost x reader #mk. oneshots #mk. stories #mk. call of duty

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call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes · 4 months

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Act three

Soap is presenting in front of the TF 141. His 86 slides PowerPoint presentation ready.

Soap: After careful consideration, I’ve decided that in life, you only need two books.

Soap: The bible, because it says we should all love each other.

Soap: And the Kamasutra, that says how. Welcome and I hope you enjoy my presentation...

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #cod mwiii #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #task force 141 #Johnny's PowerPoint presentations #A story in three acts

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mccutcheon121 · 23 days

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

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

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

“Oi is that–?” Gaz starts.

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

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

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bravo4iscool · 5 months

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omg i am literally obsessed with the cod boys with a chubby reader!! opposites attract is just so cute to me, like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly well together! i love the idea of these guys are so rough around the edges and forced to be strong that they can’t help but admire how soft chubby reader is. they just think it’s brave how you’re able to be comfortable with yourself in a world that isn’t always kind to us <3

this is the perfect description😭 i couldn’t have said it any better!

rough around the edges, that’s why they like smth soft like chubby!reader🤭 this is such an amazing thought😭

tf141 x chubby!reader for president🤪

btw, my asks/requests are totally and 100% open👀!!

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ghostssweetgirl · 1 year

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Yo me again lol, after reading that lil comfort Simon fic u did me , was curious to how the other 141 boys + König would react to sad fem reader just wanting to be held 👀

141 + König & How They Would React to You Wanting to be Held

You know I got you!

Captain Price

He's a big teddy bear, forreal now. Like always giving the best hugs, and always encourages you with little pats on the back, his voice as smooth as honey when he asks you if you're okay.

He always knew when you were having an emotional day, and was always ready to be your support.

Hates seeing you cry, it nearly brings this old man to tears.

But he enjoys holding you, enjoys being the one that makes you feel better and back to your normal self.

In fact, he was about to check on you before you knock on his office door.

You meet his eyes with your swollen ones, slightly puffy from stuffing your face into your pillow while you cried. Before you could say anything, you could hear the concern in his tone.

"You a'right there, kid?" he tilted his head, putting all of his attention on you.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about it. "Not really."

"Ah, I knew it," he chuckled as he leaned back in his desk chair. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No," you shrugged. "'M fine. Jus' wanna be held. Could you help me with that?"

He pat his lap as he belted out a hearty chuckle. "Right, come on, then."

This. This is what made him happy. It made his day when he made yours better. He gently patted your back while you got comfy, resting your head on his chest for God knows how long. It just felt nice to be in his strong, warm embrace. For Christ's sake, the man even put out his cigar to attend to you - fully.

You went to sit up but he pulled you back into his chest. "Nope, not done holding you yet." He didn't say it outright, but he needed it, too. Plus him holding you there while you playfully tried to get away made you giggle, which he loved to hear.

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Absolutely elated that you wanted him to hold you.

100% will put down anything he's doing to make you feel better.

Really good at comforting you with his words, he's so selfless.

He knew when you were sad, but never pushed as to not intrude in your personal space and privacy, but if you ever needed to talk, he was more than happy to lend an ear.

"Easy there, lass," he laughed as you plopped down on the sofa next to him, playfully pushing his arm away to lay on his chest. He gratefully pulled you into a tight embrace, and although it was an awkward position, holding you felt natural.

"Thanks, Johnny," you smiled, sinking down further where you lay on his belly. He swore besides Ghost, you were the only other one who could get away with calling him 'Johnny'. "You're really comfy."

"Aye, I bet y'are comfy there," he chuckled. "Did somethin' happen? Can tell yer sad, lass."

"Nothing happened, I suppose. Just... sad. You know?"

"Yeah."

"What do you do when you're sad, Johnny?" you asked.

"Usually go make you laugh," he smirked. "Always works. Seeing you smile makes my day."

"How sweet, but now I'll think every time you joke with me that you're sad," you frowned, looking up at him.

"Ah, it never lasts long, don't worry, bonnie," his eyes sparkled as he looked down at you with a wide smile plastered across his face.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

A literal cuddle bug.

Was shy about holding you at first, but felt pure bliss when you two embraced.

Doesn't always know what to say, but he holds you so tight your brain shuts up.

When he does talk, his voice is very smooth.

You can hear his heartbeat fasten while you lay on his chest.

He was laying on the couch, minding his business, almost dozing off at the comfort of the sofa until he heard footsteps, specifically yours enter the room. His eyes widen as he sees your slumped shoulders, feeling your sadness radiate off of you. Concerned, he sits up. "Hey, you okay there?"

"Never better," you joked, tip-toeing a few inches closer to him. "I... have a question."

"I might have an answer, shoot."

"I was just wondering if you could hold me?" you asked nicely.

For a minute he sat there, looking you up and down as if 'are you sure?' and stammering as he found his words, shifting on the couch thinking of a comfy way to hold you. "W-would you like to lay on top of me?"

"As long as you hold me tight for a while, it doesn't matter."

It may have been awkward at first, but you two soon found comfort. You softly chuckled as you heard how fast his heart was pacing, poor guy was so nervous. Of course he liked you, but he didn't expect you to come to him to make you feel better.

He calmed down eventually, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Starting to feel a little better?"

"Yeah, actually," you sigh. "Comfy... Might fall asleep."

He laughed as he agreed.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

As per my last little one-shot, he never hesitated to hold you or even listen to you, give you advice when you sought it. He was a great Lieutenant first, but an even better friend, partner.

God, did he hate to hear and see you cry.

You were too good, too amazing to feel sad, and he wished he could take it all away. He'd take it away and go through it himself if he could.

You were always afraid you made him mad, but it was quite the opposite. He was proud you came to him. It helped his sense of responsibility, and helped him more than he thought it would, or could. Quite therapeutic for the two of you, if I must say.

You two understood each other on a different level than the others.

You didn't come to dinner, and that's when he knew you needed him. First off, you needed to eat. But more importantly, you needed to be mentally okay to eat proper. He excused himself from dinner before coming to your door, softly knocking 3 times before coming in worried.

He sighed as he spotted you in fetal position, holding your knees to your chest.

"Darlin'," he sat down. "Why didn't you come to me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you whispered.

"W-why would you have bothered me?" It almost offended him you'd think you were a bother to him. You were anything but that.

"Don't know, I'm sorry," you apologize.

"No don't be-" he sighed, laying behind you, shifting behind you. He pulled your back into his broad chest, looking over at your beautiful face that he wished was smiling and happy. "Hey."

"Hey," you chirped.

"Now I'm goin' to hold you here until I can make you laugh, am I clear?" he chuckled, his voice raised in concern. "Let me make it better, luv."

"You always do, Simon," you start to smile. "Always. Thank you."

Alejandro Vargas

Such a romantic mannnn 😍.

A natural flirt, trying to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you which you refused to ever tell a soul.

Quick to ask if anyone hurt you and if he needed to take care of it, anger seeping through quickly before he learned that you were just sad and needed to be held.

You come up to him, frown on your face and your eyes still wet from just crying.

"Mi amor, who hurt you, huh?!" he cupped your face, his voice raised as he felt adrenaline rush through his veins.

You shook your head. "No one. Can you just hold me? It'd be really nice right now."

"Si, of course, of course," he rasped, guiding you to his room with his hand on the small of your back. "Hermosa, you should not be feeling so sad."

"I-I can't help it, I wish I wasn't," you complained.

He laid you down in his bed where he lay next to you gently. Not leaving any space between your bodies, he pulled you to lay on his chest. "Are you okay? Do you need anything - water, a snack, a hot or cold cloth, huh? Nothing for the princesa, yeah? Alright, okay, now come here, just lie there and look pretty, okay?"

You snuggled into him, cherishing his scent as he calmed you. He breathed deeply as he realized you just... needed this. It's been a while since he's held anyone, so this was much needed for him, as well.

König

Our shy little baby 🥺.

Hated when you were sad, but he was far too anxious to push it or ask about it unless you came to him.

He'd find himself pacing, hoping you were truly okay.

He wanted to knock on your door, hold you so close and pluck all the sadness out of your brain.

While everyone else was on a mission, you stayed back along with König, and while you felt like you needed someone, you didn't want to bother him, but you figured why not? The worst he can do... is not be there for you, which, to be fair, wasn't his responsibility, but it would sure help.

You knock on his door shyly, quietly and would be surprised if he even heard you. He opened it shyly as well, his eyes looking far down until they finally met yours. "Oh, uh, hi!"

"Hey, König... Can I come in? It's okay if-" you hold your hands up as if you were trying to defend yourself, not sure if you're making him uncomfortable.

"Ja, come in," he opened the door fully. You look around his tidy room, and set your eyes upon his humongous bed. You stand awkwardly there as you two look at each other nervously.

"I'm just going to ask it, so, König, I have a question..." your eyes met the ground.

"Okay..."

"Would you be willing to hold me? I'm- I feel sad and I just-"

He shook his head eagerly as he made his way to his bed, patting it, inviting you to join. "Of course, Schatz, come, sit."

You waddle over to his bed, having to jump to get on it. He was nervous because of his size, most people were scared of him based on it alone, but here you were, asking him to hold you in your time of need, making him feel proud.

He scooted up, patting his chest excitingly waiting for you to lie on it. He seemed more excited to hold you than you were excited to be held by him. The quietness was peaceful, and it wasn't long before you found yourself falling asleep on him.

He hummed, chuckling as he felt himself drifting off into a slumber himself. For once in a very long time, his anxiety dissipated for a moment, as long as you were there laying on him. He wished he could do this more often, for you and himself. He wondered if this would have helped him during his anxiety attacks.

A/N - I hope this is something along the lines of what you were asking for! I apologize, I wrote this while I'm halfway falling asleep so if I lost it here and there I am sorry and can redo it if you want :) Thanks again for another request, please don't hesitate to send as much as you would like <3

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witchthewriter · 2 months

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𝑻𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘/ 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝟏𝟒𝟏

Price x Wife! Reader

(also you were not the only person he messaged that to. Ghost and Laswell were victims of the prank as well)

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theswissgirl · 5 months

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Don't mind me, just admiring - Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley

I'm such a simp for this man

hope you enjoy this imagine tho :)

your name: Adeline Riley

relationship status: married

your role in the military: army nurse

you were sent by soap to fetch your husband for a meeting with captain prince regarding his next upcoming mission but when you finally found him, you suddenly forgot what you were meant to do....

warning : splashes of spice

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your footsteps echoed as they they tread through the halls of 141 military base, hadn't it been fortified with heavy security, the sound would have creeped you out.

You had been sent to go find your husband but so far, you had no luck finding him.

you checked his /your room.

you checked the control centre.

you checked the bathrooms (you have no idea why either)

finally you checked the gym and there he was, but what you saw made your heart lurch in your chest and stop in your tracks.

He was shirtless.

he was shirtless whilst working out.

You knew that your husband was an attractive man with impeccable muscles but he never ceased to amaze how amazing he looked with his inhuman.

Completely forgetting your task, you leaned against the door frame and, like a stalker, you watched him work out. Your eyes trailed over his figure as he was doing pull ups, your eyes zeroed in on his arms, watching as his biceps contracted when he pulled himself up over and over again.

Your eyes then paid attention to his abs, you are practically salivating when you take notice of how hard and defined they are, especially now that they are glistening with sweat. Your eyes then trailed down to the v-line that was diving down into his sweatpants.

you stared hungrily at that line, knowing exactly that what it leads to has made you go stupid and lose your ability to walk so many times.

Your knees buckle at the memory of all the times he had taken you roughly and of course all the times he was gentle with you. Your core begins to flood with heat as the memories of you two in throes of passion reappears like previews in a cinema.

but that wasnt all.

your eyes went to his hands and noticed how he was gripping the bar tightly, so tight that his knuckles were turning white. Another memory resurfaced, the memory of him pinning you to the wall with one hand on your waist and the other wrapped around your throat. You had been a bit of a brat that day.....

lastly, the grunting. oh dear god the grunting and groaning noises he made made sparks of excitement travel down your spine. His deep and commanding voice, especially with that fucking british accent, never failed to bring you to your knees.

now you're knees definitely buckled and you had to catch yourself before you fell over and made a fool of yourself. Unfortunately, you accidentally pushed the door and you heard how the hinges creaked loudly.

you cringed.

"way to go adeline, that was executed to perfection" you whispered to yourself, scolding yourself.

Ghost stops what he is doing as he hears the commotion and his eyes immediately move to where you were. He relaxed once he confirmed no one had snuck into the base.

He lets a grin grow on his face.

"Darling, what are you doing here?" he asked teasingly.

your face flushed red and blushed hard as the realisation of being caught set in and you desperately looked for a believable excuse, "oh you know, just out on a walk?" that came out as a question than a statement

you mentally face palmed at your own stupidity. You could've just told him why you actually came.

he grips your chin and draws you closer to him, "is that so?" he teased, loving the effect he had on you, even after 2 years of marriage.

your heart thunders in his chest at the intensity in his eyes and your breathing picks up a little, "well uh no, I was sent here actually, yeah you have a meeting to attend with about your mission" you stuttered out nervously.

he smiled and moved his hand to cup your cheek, stroking it softly, "why didn't you say so love?" he knew exactly why.

you laugh at him and playfully slap his chest, " ha ha you're so very funny"

without warning, he grabbed your wrist, spun you around, grabbed your other wrist and pinned them to your back, keeping them in place with one hand whilst the other snaked its way around your chest and your back met his chest.

you feel his lips gently bite the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, "try that again my love I dare you" his warm breath hit your ear, making you shiver once more.

suddenly, you're fully aware that his body is pressed right against yours, allowing you to feel every crevice of muscular body and it was sending your hormones into a frenzy of lust and desire.

But you had to press pause on that.

"baby your meeting, captain price needs you to attend it" you whisper breathlessly, pulling whatever will power you have left... which really wasn't much but the resemblance of grains of sand.

travelling from your ear to your neck, he peppers your skin with soft kisses and leaving small bites as he goes. You tilt your head, allowing him more access as you humed at his touch.

Suddenly, he stops.

"well then lets get going, I'd hate to piss off my captain" he said teasingly and grabbed your hand to lead you out the door but paused and turned to look at you with hardened eyes.

"make no mistake my sweet adeline, we will continue this later. And don't think I didn't notice your presence from the start"

"wait what?!"

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little bit shorter than I intended but oh well

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queenhunter102 · 3 months

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PART 4

(PART 3) (PART 5) Lore Page

You walk around the barracks, nosing around the beds, you decide to choose a bed, you sit down on one of the beds, laying back, but you shift restless, finding the small cot rather uncomfortable, you sit up eyeing the other beds, before getting up and pushing a bed from the left and the right together creating a larger makeshift bed. You lay back down, on the now larger bed, hating the feeling of the metal bars digging into your back, you sit back up walk over to the supply cupboard, pull out a blanket and more pillows, you walk back over to the makeshift bed, you fix the bed making it slightly more comfortable. ‘Why did I transfer out of the country? I could be at home in my goddamn comfortable bed and not this shithole.’ You think as you lay back down on the bed, you lift your arm eyeing the Pheromone patch on your arm, you sniff at the glue, it had been itchy for the last few days, but that is what it was always like when it had been checked but, this was a different kind of itchy, this was deep in the skin, it was hitting your instinct to use your teeth. You were about to use your teeth to scratch the itch when a knock came at the door of the barracks, you got up and walked over to the door, you pulled open the door to find two Alpha at the door, both of them strapped with your bags, one smiles at you, giving you a small wave. “Hey, Newbie, I’m Gaz and this is Alejandro” Alejandro waves at you, a brief smile on his face, Gaz speaks again. “Sargent said to bring you, your stuff, and it’s all kind of heavy” He says, motioning to the bags on their shoulders, you panic a little before stepping out of the way and letting them in. “Sorry I should have said something about it,” You say, as you move out of the door, letting them in, Gaz is quick to step into the door, he looks around the space, you assume sniffing the room you eye him, your instincts not liking the fact that there was an odd and new male in your space. You rolled your shoulders trying to dislodge that feeling, when the feeling didn’t go, you cracked your neck trying to get rid of the feeling, but when Alejandro stepped into the room, your instincts kicked in again, really not liking it, you jump a little hearing a deep growl vibrate around the room, your eyes snapping to the two Alphas but their eyes were on you, their eyebrows raised. “Sorry, we don’t mean to upset you, Sargent did say that you were territorial” Alejandro said, as he placed his half of your bags into one of the cots, you nodded your head, you weren’t usually like this, you were just unsettled and were surrounded by nothing but alphas and betas, with no security of other omegas to retreat to. “Yeah, Sorry, I’m just not used to males in my space,” You say, Gaze nods his head, placing half of the bags down. “Yeah, he did mention it, But I thought he was only kidding, I should know better since my Brother is an Omega” Gaz says, sighing he tilts his head at the makeshift bed behind you, he smiles, elbowing Alejandro, nodding to the bed. “I take it you’re not used to being so far from home?” Gaz asks, you turn your head to bed and back to the Alphas, now suddenly embarrassed. “No, not really, I’m used to being in a five-star hotel and having nice meals,” You say, Gaze and Alejandro's jaws drop a little. “Damn, we’re in the wrong job,” Alejandro says, his face shifting to a look of confusion. “Wait what did you do before us?” He asks you are about to answer when their walkie-talkies go off. ~ Crackle~ “Gaz, Alejandro briefing, alert new member” came from their walkie-talkies, the voice made your ears hurt, forcing you to cover them, hating how it felt like the voice radiated around the room. Gaz looked between you and Alejandro. “Well you heard, time to get a move on, we’ll show you the briefing room”

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savlina · 3 months

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companion with paws 🐾

Description of what is happening:

Sofia had to bring the dog to the base due to certain circumstances. By the way, they all meet with this joyful animal not for the first time (this can be seen from such a vivid reaction of the dog to Kyle). Soap has always said that this dog is the complete opposite of its owner)

But the first meeting initially looked different. (events that occurred about two months ago)

On one of the most ordinary days, Ghost, Soap and Kyle, as usual, gathered in the common lounge, but Sofia was not with them. They didn't really wonder where she was, because before that Price had warned them that Sophia needed to leave, but she was supposed to be back this morning. He couldn't tell them exactly where she had gone because she hadn't explained it to him, but she said it was very urgent and would only take a few hours.

Soap: Why did he let her go without explanation?

Ghost, making himself a cup of tea, replied: I think there are reasons for that.

Soap: But it's almost noon, and she's still gone.

Kyle: Maybe something happened.

Soap: Don't be ridiculous; what could have happened in those few hours?

Ghost: And in less time, everything is possible.

*woof-woof*

All of them suddenly twitched.

Soap: Fuck

Kyle: Did I just hear barking?

Ghost: A dog?

Sofia was standing behind them. Her grin could be seen through the mask: I just wanted to cheer you up a bit) Kyle: After a few hours of training, it was optional)

While everyone was greeting each other, Goust still couldn't take his eyes off the dog. Sofia noticed this and said

- Oh, by the way, don't be surprised. I don't have time to explain, because I urgently need to go to Price. Pointing at the dog with her eyes, she continued: She will sit quietly with you in the corner for now, and please do not pay attention to her and do not touch her.

*And then, less than a second later, Sofia left again*

*They were left alone with this dog*

Kyle: Did I understand correctly, that she brought the animal here and asked me not to pay attention?

Soap: I didn't promise not to pet her dog, did we?)

And Ghost just kept looking at this magnificent animal.

Without taking his eyes off them, suddenly the dog abruptly moved from his place and moved to a corner without any commands. But her big glass eyes wouldn't stop looking at them.

Kyle: Just like Sofia said before.

Ghost: And the eyes are exactly like the hostess's.

Soap: Where does she even have a dog? She never mentioned her.

Kyle: Not surprising. She never mentions anything.

Ghost: Are we really not allowed to approach her?

Soap: What? Are you ready to forget Sofia's request?

Ghost: No. I'm just. Asked.

Soap: Yeah, I'm laughing. I think if we stroke her, no one will know about it, right?

Kyle was already at her side. And after a while, three grown men run around the room and play with a four-legged friend like children. But they underestimated how silently Sofia moved. And now the girl is standing in the aisle and watching them. A serious and rude voice echoed through the room: What did I ask you for?

All three men turned sharply at her, and the dog immediately ran away from them from the same corner in which it was originally sitting.

- Did you have to ignore my request?

They stood as if their mother was scolding them.

Soap: We just couldn't resist.

Kyle: There's nothing scary about playing with a dog.

Ghost: Excuse us.

Sofia didn't say anything; she just called the dog with a hand gesture and led her to her room.

Soap: So... a very strange reaction.

Kyle: I think we have another workout right now.

Ghost just silently headed for the exit.

Soap: Yes. Good idea.

#sofia nyx #cod oc #task force 141 #ghost simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #soap mactavish #john price #sofia nyx olhovskaya #dog #little story #call of duty #companion with paws

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