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dog tags || kyle “gaz” garrick

gaz x male!reader

warnings: general smut warning, top!gaz, bottom!reader, praise, degradation, edging, overstimulation, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), penetration (reader receiving), breeding kink mention

18+ // MDNI

based on this headcannon post (nearing the end) and this post

wore count: 3.4k

note: i fought demons.

synopsis: gaz really likes you wearing his dogtags.

it’s a quiet day in your apartment. both you and kyle enjoying a day in. your head was resting on his thigh and his hand kept carressing your head. neither of you speaking, instead watching the show on the television.

you had decided a while ago, what show the two of you would watch together. interested in the show, you don’t notice kyle’s gaze on you.

“hey doll?” he says.

you hum, acknowledging him.

“come here.”

you look up at him, slightly confused as to what he means.

it’s when he taps his lap when you realize where he wants you. you move to sit up and smile softly at him, your body moving to sit on his lap. his hands move to your waist once you’re situated, humming contently as he feels you close to him.

“missed you a lot,” he whispers.

you look down at him, a hand wrapping the back of his neck, your fingers slightly scratching him.

“i missed you too,” you reply truthfully.

it was always hard, being away from kyle when he goes off on missions. you don’t press for details, never do. you let him talk about them if he wants — funny moments here and there. he tells you about jokes ghost and soap said on comms and about moments between him and price.

when kyle comes back — because he always comes back — the two of you stay close to each other. always wanting to be around each other, soak up what you two missed and for the next time he left.

kyle keeps his hands on your waist for a bit and then starts to move them up your body, his fingers grazing your side lovingly. he moves his hands higher and higher, grasping your face softly as he moves you down to be able to kiss you.

the way kyle kisses you depends on the mood between the two of you.

when he sees you after being deployed, he kisses you sweetly. it’s full of longing, a lingering message of i love you and i missed you.

when it’s morning, he kisses you softly. a small kiss, nothing too long for it’s just morning. he whines when you try to get up, his hand around your waist tightens and then you whine that you have to use the restroom. he kisses you softly, lovingly. it’s full of i love yous and im happy.

sometimes, the kisses are short. a small peck while the two of you dance around the kitchen as yall cook. these kisses are full of laughter, full of joy.

other times, they’re lustful. they have an end goal, kyle wanting you under him moaning and all fucked out on his cock.

this kiss, this kiss is lustful.

his hold on your face hardened slightly and he keeps pushing up against you. you whine quietly into the kiss. it’s passionate. his tongue enters your mouth, exploring it even though he has done this a million times.

when you pull back, you’re breathless. kyle chases after your lips in a daze and there’s a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“kyle,” you whisper.

you don’t get to finish, he kisses you again. you whine into the kiss. you can feel yourself buck against kyle’s hips and the both of you moan into the kiss.

he smiles against the kiss and he pulls back. this time, you’re the one going after his lips.

kyle moves a hand from your face down to your neck. his finger traces the chain around your neck and then he pulls the necklace out from under your shirt.

his dogtags.

you had asked him once, why he didn’t just leave them with you. he answered that if he could he would, but regulations wouldn’t allow him too.

“my pretty boy,” he whispers. “keeping it safe for me hm?”

you laugh softly at that and nod your head. you know what’s coming. to you, kyle is easy to read. his pupils seem to dilate at the sight of you wearing his tags and he hums contently as he sees his dog tags laying comfortably on your chest.

he stays silent as he drinks in the sight of you on his lap, with his claim on you.

kyle looks at you with adoration in his eyes. you feel your cheeks warming up and your turn your head away from him, trying to aviod looking into his eyes.

“oh no baby,” he says as he grabs your face to look at him. “no need to be shy pretty boy.”

there’s a small pout on your lips as he makes you hold eye contact with him. he smiles at you, a little too cocky for your liking.

“what are you thinking about kyle?” you ask softly, grinding slowly against him. “what’s got you excited?”

kyle moves the other hand from your face to the back of your neck, playing with your hair. meanwhile, his other hand moves down to your waist, squeezing it.

“you know what darlin..” he says lowly.

“indulge me.”

he moves his eyes from his dog tags on your chest to your eyes. he tilts his head as he smirks up at you.

“you’re a real pretty thing darlin,” he purrs. “my pretty boy, yeah?”

the hand that was on your neck moves to the chain and tugs you down. your face inches away from him.

“this?” he says, twirling the chain around his finger. “this makes you mine.”

he leans forward and bites your lip and pulls back.

“kyle-” you start.

“yeah baby? what is it?” he asks with a faux pout.

you huff out a breath and squirm on his lap. kyle’s grip on your waist tightens even more and you let out a soft laugh. he tugs softly at the necklace around your neck, signaling you to kiss him.

you lower your head and kiss him. your hands move to his shoulder to the back of his head to pull him closer. both of you grind against each other, a shaky moan leaving both your lips.

“fuck, up baby come on.” he whispers as he pulls away. “bedroom. come on.”

you laugh softly and as you climb off his lap and go to stand up he squeezes your ass. he stands behind you, his hands on your waist as he grinds against you.

“wanna bend you over and fuck you right here daring,” he whispers against your ear.

you whine softly. “why don’t you?”

“haven’t prepped you, can’t hurt you just because im horny can i baby?”

you hum softly and place your hands on top of his.

“okay,” you say softly. “come on then.”

the walk to the bedroom isn’t long. kyle walks closely behind you nipping at your neck. it isn’t until you reach the room and close the door he fully gets on you.

he pushes you against the door and grabs your face, kisses you passionately. he nips at your bottom lip and smiles against your lips when he feels your hips buck up trying to find some friction.

“always so needy,” he mumbles against your lips.

he moves to place a thigh between your legs and presses against your crotch.

“go on darling, take what you need.”

you whine as he kisses you again, just as hard as before. you grind against his thigh and moan into the kiss. kyle eats your moans greedily.

he moves his lips away from yours and starts to trail kisses down. he bites against your jaw and sucks softly against the skin. your breath hitches and you grip onto his shoulders.

he continues to move downwards, his lips on your neck now. he leaves wet kisses and sucks on the skin. he bites the skin connecting your neck and shoulder which causes you to gasp.

“mm?” kyle hums against your skin. “hurt?”

you swallow thickly and shake your head. “nono, ‘s fine.”

he kisses the same spot he bit you and moved to unbuckle your jeans.

“this ok?” he whispers softly.

“mhm, it’s okay.” you reply.

he hums softly and fully unbuckles your jeans. he goes down onto his knees and pulls your jeans down.

“look at you baby, so needy,” he muses.

you huff out a laugh and place your hand on the back of his neck.

“such a pretty boy,” he continues.

“come on ky, don’t be a tease,” you tell him.

“baby you know i could be way worse of a tease.”

kyle then moves to kiss your cock through your briefs, his mouth warm against you.

“fuck-” you whimper.

you feel him laugh against you. his tongue then moves to lick you through your briefs, leaving wet marks against you. your grip tightens against his neck and pulls back.

“nuh uh darling, not like that.” he reperminds you.

you nod slowly and move your hand away from his neck, placing it on top of his head.

kyle smiled up at you and then moved to pull your briefs down. your breath hitched as the cold air hit your tip.

it didn’t take long dor kyle to continue teasing you.

he wrapped his hand around the base and gave you a couple dry strokes. you whined softly and thrusted into his grip and he looked up at you, giving you a warning.

he then moved to lick your tip, keeping his grip around your base.

“ky-”

“be patient darling.”

his lips wrapped around your tip and you let out a soft groan. your eyes moved to look at kyle and he was already looking at you. he then moved his head forward, taking more of you. he stilled and kept a hand on your hip to prevent you from thrusting into his mouth.

this other hand was still on you, what he couldn’t fit he would stroke in time with the way he bobbed his head.

whenever you let out a moan, he hummed appreciatively around you.

kyle could feel your legs start to shake and your stomach tense.

he kept going for a little longer before pulling back which got a whine from you.

when you looked down at him he gave you a smirk and got up from the ground. he tugged at his dogtags around your neck and then walked to the bed, his finger still hooked on the chain making you follow him.

he pushed down onto the bed and took off his jeans and briefs. he sat down on your lap and started kissing you again.

it was slow. his hands holding onto your face as he grinded softly against you, both of you moaning into the kiss. you move to grab onto his hips, helping him grind against you.

kyle chuckles as he moves his lips onto your jaw, biting softy again. he moves a hand down your body and wraps it around both of you.

“spit,” he tells you.

his voice is commanding and you obey. you spit onto your cocks and watch as he starts to stroke both of you.

your grip around his hips tighten as you watch. kyle takes that opportunity to kiss your neck again, biting and sucking your skin.

“let me tell you what i plan to do to you yeah?” he whispers against your neck. “i’m gonna finger you, get you ready for me. i’m gonna have you come untouched, just by my fingers in you.”

his grip tightens and you whine loudly, throwing your head back.

“and then, i’m going to continue fingering you. i’m gonna make you bed for my cock and then…” he bites hard onto your neck, causing you to let out a broken moan. “then i’m going to fuck you slowly at first. i want to hear you bed for me. then, if you’re a good boy, i’ll give you what you want.”

his words are broken with moans as he starts to go faster. you moan as his pace quickens, as his words sink in.

“then, i’ll let you cum on my cock. that sound good baby? you gonna cum on my cock like a good boy?” he asks seductively.

“mhm- fuck yes kyle- fuck whatever you want.” you whine as you thrust your hips into his hand.

“maybe.. if you bed even more. i’ll cum in you. want me to breed you?” he whispers against your skin.

he’s looking up at you, his lips against your neck. you twitch in his hand and he chuckles, biting your neck softly.

“oh you like that don’t you?” he asks confidently. “you want me to breed you baby?”

“kyle,” you whine.

“yes? or no darling?” he asks.

“mhm, yes. yesyes please.”

you can feel him smile against your neck and his pace slows down.

“lay down baby, come on now.” he tells you.

you follow his instructions easily.

“now that’s a good boy,” he whispers softly.

he grabs the lube from the bedside table and hovers over you.

“bring your knees up,” he tells you. “good boy.”

he opens the cap and puts some on his fingers. he moves his hand down and teases your entrance with a finger. it causes you to buck your lips with a pout on your lips.

“come on don’t tease kyle,” you whine. “not right now. please.”

he chuckles softly and nods his head with a fake pout on his lips.

“okay darling,” he tells you. “alright then.”

when the first finger goes in, you let out a shaky breath. he stays still and when you nod your head he starts to thrust the finger in and out of you.

he watches your face as he does so. when you ask for another finger he gives it to you. he watches as you whine and your eyes flutter close.

“good boy,” he praises. “you’re doing so good for me.”

he continues to slowly thrust. he keeps his eyes on you and it overwhelms you. you can feel your cheeks warming up and you whine softly.

it’s when he curls his fingers, hitting your prostate, when you let out a choked moan. your back arches off the bed and he smiles cockily at you.

“mm.. here?” he asks as he hits your prostate again.

his eyes are on you as you moan again, nodding your head frantically as he continues to hit your prostate. he leans down to kiss you and inserts a third finger while you’re distracted.

the stretch is there, the pain dull with how often he hits your prostate.

“look so pretty baby,” he mutters. “look at how well you’re taking my fingers darling.”

you whine, your eyes closed due to the pleasure of how often he’s hitting your prostate. you can feel his other hand on your skin and then you feel him tug at the chain.

“i said look,” he tells you.

you whine as you open your eyes, choke out a moan when you see how his fingers keep going in and out of you.

“good boy,” he coos.

he keeps his eyes on your face as you watch his fingers. his eyes drift down towards your cock and hums softly.

“you’re dripping darling,” he whispers. “look at yourself. such a pathetic boy, so needy for my cock huh?”

“mhm fuck.”

he coos at you and kisses you. you feel your stomach tighten and kyle chuckles.

“clenching around me?” he whispers into the kiss. “you gonna cum?”

you whine. “my cock-”

“no baby, on my fingers or i won’t let you cum at all,” he reminds you. “don’t you want to be good for me?”

you whine as you nod your head. broken moans leaving your lips as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you. your eyes fall closed and kyle doesn’t bother reprimanding you.

it’s when you feel your cock twitch, your back arching, when you know you’re about to cum.

“ky-” you moan. “kyle can i-”

“go ahead baby, cum on my fingers.”

you feel your cum hit your stomach and chest and you moan kyle’s name. you try catching your breath as you come down your high and whine at the feeling of overstimulation as kyle continues to finger you.

“one more baby, then i’ll give you my cock okay?” he asks. “that okay darling.”

you let out a moan, “yes- fuck. yes.”

he smiles and kisses you softly as he continues. he changes his pace a couple times, wanting to draw out the time between your orgasmas.

he chuckles softly as you clench around his fingers again.

“go on baby,” he tells you. “cum whenever you want.”

you cum again, spraying all over yourself again and he slowly pulls his fingers out of you.

you whine at the loss and he kisses your forehead.

“still okay?” he asks.

“yeah,” you reply softly.

he pours lube on his cock and strokes himself a couple times before lining up agaisnt your hole.

he goes in slowly. the stretch hurting a little bit even though he prepped you earlier. you whimper softly as you grip onto his shoulders, nails digging in.

“take what you need daring,” he says.

he continues to go in and when he bottoms out both of you moan. he stays still for a minute, giving you time to adjust to

him. you squirm a little bit and nod at him.

“you can move,” you tell him.

he hums softly and moves slowly at first. he watches as your face twists in pleasure and your grip on his shoulder loosens a little.

one hand moves down onto the bed sheets and he grabs it, intertwining your fingers together.

“so good for me baby,” he praises. “such a good boy for me.”

he stays at the same pace and you remember his words from earlier.

“more,” you whisper softly.

“hm?” he asks.

“faster kyle please,” you beg.

“like.. this?”

he picks up his pace but his thrusts are shallow. you whine at the change and shake your head.

“harder too,” you whine. “please kyle- you know you want to- fuck.”

he starts to thrust harder against you. his hand tightening around yours. your hand on his shoulder starts to dig in again. you open your eyes to see him watching the chain around your neck.

“fuck kyle, you like it that much on me?” you asks, your words broken by moans.

“you think i wouldn’t baby?” he asks as he thrust harsher into you. “it’s my mark on you. my claim.”

you moan at that.

“means you’re mine,” he continues. “my boy. my boyfriend. mine.”

you nod your head frantically.

“yours kyle. only yours.”

he hums softly. you clench around him again, overstimulated from your previous two orgasams.

“gonna cum baby?” he asks.

you nod.

“go ahead baby,” he tells you.

“no,” you whine. “wanna- fuck wanna cum with you.”

he groans at that and picks up his pace. his hand tightening against yours. you feel him twitch inside of you and you moan.

kyle revels in your noises so you keep making them.

“go on baby, cum for me yeah?” he says. “go ahead. be a good boy.”

at that, you cum for the third time. once more spilling onto your stomach and chest.

kyle thrusts into you a couple more times and then spills into you. it feels warm and you whine at the feeling.

both of you pant and once coming down from your highs, you kiss each other softly.

“gonna pull out now,” he whispers.

you nod your head and whimper as he does so. you feel him spill out of you and you crinkle your nose.

“i’ll be back,” he says as he kisses your forehead.

he comes back with a warm washcloth and a glass of water. he cleans your legs and makes sure to get off your cum and his.

you drink some water and hand him the glass. he takes a couple sips and once both of you are ready, he leans down next to you.

you lean into him as he wraps his arms around your waist. a hand going back to trace the chain on your neck.

“you really do like it huh,” you tease.

“i really do,” he replies. “means you’re mine.”

you hum at that and give him a quick kiss.

“i love you,” you tell him.

“i love you,” he replies, squeezing your waist.

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rydwitheme · 7 months ago

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Modern Warfare (2019) // Modern Warfare II: Atomgrad Episode 2 (2023)

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rydwitheme · 7 months ago

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JINX! YOU OWE ME A SODA! ft. KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

Author's note: Because Kyle does not get enough love and I really wanted to write for him and the little interactions between the 141 :)

Tags: Sexual Content, Masturbation, AFAB!Reader, Brainrot convos amongst 141 men, Team Building and Banter w/141

It's breakfast time in the mess hall and Kyle is navigating to the usual spot that the 141 hangs out in. Clandestine, blue rusty bench right against the large panel windows, with a clear view of the crisp evergreens and wildflowers stretching out in the horizon. A peaceful outlook for a proper meal and some banter.

"Brekkie for a champ." Johnny winks up at him, noshing on his breakfast burrito.

Kyle chuckles as he takes his assigned-unassigned seat next to the friendly Scotsman and they start chatting about last night's fútbol game. It is followed by Simon sliding his tray, seating himself opposite Johnny with a quiet clatter as he attempts to slip his large body onto the bench. And then it's Price coming from behind him, jostling the skull-masked behemoth to scare him, but it's lost on Simon because he's just giving him an uninterested stare that causes the table to shake with laughter.

And you? You're sitting there from the outside, munching on your home fries with a pang of envy at their camaraderie. Never really having a taste of it as you sit alone most days unless you're on the go, rushing to a mission and you're sharing a ration bar with whatever squad they stick you in. But let's face it, no one really wants to be around you.

Jinx.

That was your nickname. Luckless, star-crossed with death, always skulking closely in your shadow.

Your reputation presided over you. Seven squads KIA, and you were the only one to survive them every single time.

So, it's no wonder you're a lone wolf in a mess hall full of lively, rowdy soldiers.

"Why don't we sit here?" A new recruit inquires to their Sergeant.

Their superior takes one glance at you before giving you a tight-lipped smile, "Actually, I just remembered Corporal Dunn (s/o to my mans) needs us back in his office, so let's just have lunch there, yeah?"

The rookie's wide, naive eyes peer over at you and they wordlessly nod at their CO and you don't even bother to see if they've glanced over their shoulders, whispering to one another about you.

"...seven...?!"

"Keep your voice down, soldier..."

"...sorry."

But somebody seems to have their sights set on you and your sharp, feline-like eyes are on the Sergeant tables away, tucked away into a corner and he can't help but jump a little as he's downing his morning brew.

And suddenly he's snorting it up and his teammates are throwing jests his way.

"Keep y'er coffee in y'er mouth, dammit!" Johnny bellows as he erupts into laughter, patting his back.

And there's something inaudible said by Kyle and you're studying the way his pretty, plump lips move.

"'s that Sergeant over there."

And suddenly four Brits are shamelessly turning your way and you're not tearing your gaze away from them as you're scoffing down your scrambled eggs.

"Heard she's lost seven squads, only one to make it out alive." Simon speaks in a nonchalant tone, popping a piece of celery into his mouth before his face contorts into something that resembles disgust.

A "Bloody hell, that's disgusting." is drowned out by the continued conversation between the three of them about your unfortunate rep.

"'s not the lass's fault." Price adds, leaning back a little to crack his spine. "Oh, yeah, tha's the stuff." A satisfied groan leaves his lips as he rests his elbows on the table, listening in on the little shred of gossip.

This time, it's between Johnny and Simon as Kyle zones them out and his honey eyes are training back on you. A frisson runs up his spinal column when he realizes your gaze never strayed. Like a cat, you're fixating on him, wagging your tail, not yet ready to strike just simply observing with a piquing interest.

And then the subject changes when Simon decides to make a jab at how Johnny's overgrown mohawk resembles a porcupine and he's chuckling to himself as the Scot gets riled up. Kyle thinks that one last glance won't hurt, but you're gone. Not even a trace of maybe some crumbs left from your English muffin. He's intrigued to say the least.

Kyle is spending his days in search of you. You're like an apparition that only gets spotted on odd days of the week at unsuspecting time frames, nestled snugly into unfrequented areas on base. He's trying hard to remember the way your hair looks, your lips, the curve of your nose but all that's burned into his memory is your pointed gaze burring holes into his vision.

He stays up late when he catches a glimpse of you in the armory as he's passing by it, in deep conversation with his Captain about how Koala bears do indeed have chlamydia. And he's backstepping to gaze through the window, but you're gone and he's starting to think that maybe you are a ghost.

How stealthy and lithe your body must have to be under that black, compression tee and those tight, tight tactical pants...

And he's fisting away at his dick, half frustrated and half aroused by the allure of your mystique. Little black cat, thumping her tail against the concrete with enigmatic, hypnotizing eyes that entrance him.

"Fuck!" And he's spilling all over his sheets, taut, heaving abdomen, and humiliatingly enough, right on his chin. He dabs at the cum that's dripping on his face and then gazes over the opulent arousal, before throwing his head back and groaning.

Why was you being such a quandary turning him into a fucking pillock?

"...Kyle...Kyle!" Price's hasty voice rips into his stupor, slinging him back into reality.

"Goddammit, Kyle, ya missed th' shot..." Price clicks his tongue, shaking his head under his gilly suit as he makes up for his mistake. "Are ya soft in’t head or summat?"

"No, sir." Kyle mumbles, embarrassed at the fact that his Captain is cleaning up after him.

"He's gey glaikit" Johnny pokes over the comms.

"English, MacTavish." Simon presses the Scotsman.

"He's fuckin' dazed." Johnny quips. "Fuckin' cunt."

And then there's a collective laughter amongst the four soldiers and Kyle can breathe again, the memory of you tossed into the backlogs of his mind as he's back in the fray.

But then it's 2am on the base, and he can't sleep so he's in the kitchen trying to whip up some Pinterest drink,

"Angel's milk?" He scrunches his brows at his phone screen as it casts a blue shadow over his flummoxed features.

He shrugs his shoulders as he squeezes the bottle of honey into the bottom of his mug, followed by a generous amount of milk, and then he pops it into the microwave for a minute and a half. He leans against the kitchen island and lets out a sharp exhale.

"You were supposed to add vanilla."

He practically feels his skeleton jump out of his skin at the voice, but he can't lie about the fact that he was more than elated to see who was standing beside him.

Hell's fuckin' bells, as Johnny would say.

She was standing beside him, arms crossed, hair in a cutesy haphazard manner, dark circles carved under your eyes, dressed in a little pink striped VS lounge set. And fuck, you smell so good. Like warm vanilla, candied almonds, and maybe coffee? It is difficult to say because he is too flustered by your abrupt appearance.

Your presence and how striking you were up close as you were far away, breathing, existing right next to him.

"Bloody hell, you scared the shite outta me." He swallows thickly, and for the first time, he sees the corners of your lips gracefully turning up into a smile. And oh man, it's making his dick twitch pretty violently in his blue-white tartan pajama bottoms.

"Did I?" Not bothering to hide the satisfaction in your voice nor your expression.

"Ya did, indeed."

And the tension is so palpable. His eyes are skimming over the exposed skin of your thighs, from the fresh baby pink manicure on your nails to your shiny, lacquered lips. You were a sight for sore eyes.

Thump, thump, thump.

He can practically hear your metaphorical tail thudding against the kitchen tiles right now.

The beeping of the microwave rips through the suspense and he pushes himself off the counter to retrieve his heated mug. Opening the utensil drawer to pull out a spoon to stir the little concoction, but his brows are raising when you reach over to squeeze two drops of vanilla extract into his drink.

"Tryna poison me, are ya?" He teases, peering over at you. You have a mischievous glint in your eye as you put the cap back on and carefully tuck it away into the cabinet for later use.

"Don't need to."

"Why's that?"

But you've already turned away, walking back to wherever you came from, hips swaying in your satin pajama shorts that outline every curve of your sweet body.

"Because you'd already be dead by now if it were up to me." You state over your shoulder and then you disappear into the abysmal hallway.

And then he's back in his room again, tightly coiling his hand around his slippery cock that's soaking with his own saliva and maybe a little bit of lube. Same shit, different night, though, this time he was blessed with an addition to his hyperactive imagination.

This time he's thinking about how you would look bouncing on his cock, smiling down at him with your hands around his neck. Pretty, shimmering lips parting as those sharp eyes drift to the back of your head and--

"Shiiiiiiiit."

He's shamelessly cumming all over the hardwood floor of his room, milking out his semen as it comes out in steady ropes and he is heaving. He feels how his cock is convulsing in his hand and he lets out a winded breath before tossing himself against his mattress with heavy eyelids. He goes to bed wondering how worn out he'd be if he ever got his hands on you.

"Oi, Johnny, how many bloody times d'ya need me to tell ya? Pick up y'r fuckin boxers after ya've had y'r shower, ya daft twat!" Simon's roaring echoed through the hallways of the base, shaking up the new recruits but just another day to passing soldiers who had been there for longer.

Price and Kyle merely observe the pair from the sofa in their living room as Johnny's form peeks out to an irate Simon who is standing in the doorway to the shared washroom. Johnny is nonchalantly drying off his mohawk that's now touching the nape of his neck as he peers at the rubber ducky boxers pinched between Simon's fingers.

"Why, ye get frightened over a pair o' kecks?" Johnny is totally poking the bear that is Simon 'Ghost' Riley, and Kyle and Price have to stifle their laughter. But truly this was better than reality TV, so they let it go on.

Simon merely blinks down at the impish grin on Johnny's face.

"You fuckin'..." Simon begins to say.

"No, you are fucking YOU ARE FUCKING!" Johnny boasts out and there is a twinkle in his eye and the two are at it.

"Fuck YOU BLOODY BASTARD BITCH!" Simon plays along as he starts shouting back at Johnny and that just riles him up like the giddy puppy he is, continuing the brainrotting bit. Add that to the laundry list of things that's already on the post-mission 141 routine.

And then there's a rapping at the door that cuts off the laughter and the ridiculous comedy skit that Johnny and Simon are playing out.

"I'll get it." Kyle volunteers getting up from the couch to peer through the peephole, but he feels a lump in his throat at the sight.

"What is it, Kyle?" Price asks in a hushed tone. He must've seen the way the Sergeant visibly stiffened.

"It's her." Kyle emphasizes in a way that lets on a little more than he's willing to admit.

"The lassie from the other day?" Johnny pipes up, suddenly very intrigued.

There's a chorused 'Shh!' at Johnny, who's baby blue eyes widen a bit as a small smile appears on his face.

"A'right, sheesh."

The room is quiet for a brief moment before Kyle just decides to bite the bullet and jingle the door open. And there you are, dressed monochrome as hell, like a second skin in your normal attire. Long-sleeve, slate-grey henley fitting snugly around your upper extremities while the black cargos are hugging tightly around your thighs, but is falling baggy below the knee.

He shifts his weight against the doorframe, supping up your every feature, pretending like he isn't falling apart on the inside at your mere presence.

"Can we help you?" He asks, coolly.

Smooth, Kyle. Smooth.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Actually, yes." You mimic the way he folds his arms across his chest before you take a deep breath.

"Laswell sent me over."

Price enters your line of sight, pressing his palm at the base of the casing, and peers down at you with a cocked brow.

"Laswell, you say?"

You shamelessly size up the Captain, not caring how your eyes are lingering a little longer than they should on him and his Sergeant. The pair cock an amused brow at your behavior before you shift on your other foot.

"Yeah, she said you could use my expertise, I suppose." You shrugged indifferently. Whether they choose to bring you on board wasn't really a huge concern of yours. By now, you were sure that they knew of your reputation, so if they took a chance on you right now, you'd be more than elated to join their elite task force even for just one mission. A huge part of you was itching to get back in the field, and honestly, you had a feeling that these men were a lot more resilient and capable of handling themselves enough to not get killed in the line of duty.

Price turns around to Johnny and Simon who approach from behind and they all share a look before peering down at you

"Let's get to work then, yeah?"

It is laborious work withholding himself from not jumping over the table and biting the flirty Scotsman's head off when he sees the way he was making you giggle. Using his boyish charm to woo you as he puts his arm around the back of the sofa to show you just how easy it is to hack into Russian portal sites to access any organized terrorist emails, threads, or private chats on any relevant intel they could muster up.

Making dirty hacker jokes like, "Ye got an access point fer me?"

To which Price shoots Johnny a knowing 'down boy' look and, of course, he just gives him a coy smile in response. It's infuriating.

So instead of simmering like a twat, he gets up to make himself a cup of coffee. And if it weren't for the smell of candied almonds and vanilla drowning into his senses, he would've never felt your presence standing beside him.

"Ya followin' me or are ya actually after a brew?" His eyes fall on you as he moves to lean against the counter and sip at his coffee.

"Make me one?" You ask with a reticent smile.

He swears he can feel the lump in his throat expanding as his pretty honey eyes flicker to you. He licks his dry lips before casting you a half grin and sets aside his mug. Kyle is a gentleman. He would never deny a lady's request. If the lady wants a coffee, then she will get a coffee.

He wordlessly prepares the machine once again, popping in the K-cup, letting it run until the mug is full and offers it to her. She sweetly thanks him and even her voice is enough to get a little rise out of him, but not long enough before he watches her hand the fucking brew to Johnny. Fingers tighten around the handle of the ceramic, but before it can crack a gloved skeleton hand reaches over his own and puts it down for him.

"Don' let tha' twat get to you." Simon's gruff voice cuts into the Sergeant's head. "He's jus' takin' a piss on ya."

They both glance over at the two who are back to being friendly, kicking their feet up before returning to their respective roles. But Johnny flickers his gaze to the hard stare he's feeling on him and gives them a cheeky wink and grin, toasting his mug to him before sipping at it. Kyle scowls at him.

"A Twat, he is."

The day of the mission is like any other day, but your scent is literally driving him into a maniacal state as he's adjusting the laces on his leather boots. This time it's reminiscent of musky prickly pears, and figs that are infused with your natural scent, and it's making him break a sweat.

But he snaps himself back into his domain. He spurns any invitation from you to sidetrack him when he's prepping. Humiliating himself in front of his Captain the last go around certainly exceeds the threshold of mortification he could handle. Add you into the mix and it's a recipe for disaster.

It was a simple enough objective. They were conducting a training exercise. A sweep and search to detect and disarm IEDs that were at a high risk to civilians inhabiting the south side of London without alarming the public. You were specifically instructed to wear concealed weapons, plain clothes, and a cigarette or two to blend in, but damn. Your ass looks so good in those low-rise jeans and the henley that's unbuttoned a little too far down...

Focus, Kyle.

"Mission like this is elementary for someone like you, innit?" Price breaks the silence, as he adjusts the gun in his holster. His brows raise at you as he chews on some cinnamon gum.

You playfully scoff, "Didn't make it this far to die on a simple sweep and search."

"Awe, don't look too doonfaced that ye haven't been sent on a real mission yet." Johnny ribs winking at you.

That earns a little chuckle from the gentlemen around you except for Simon. He's gazing out the window in a far-flung daze, and you bump your knee into him. His dark eyes flicker to you and he bumps your knee back in acknowledgement. Just black cat things.

Surprisingly that doesn't wrack Kyle's nerves. Instead, it just brings a smile to his face. Being aware of your status within the base made the small interactions you shared with them all the more charming. The skittish black cat in you began to emerge from the alleyway, hesitant to be petted but still willing to brush her tail against their calves.

Cute.

"Mate, if you take any longer, 'm gonna blow myself up for fun."

"Oh, feck off."

Playful banter is exchanged between Simon and Johnny, as they work in pairs to disarm the 'bombs' scattered throughout the city while remaining undercover. Thankfully, the five of you were out of earshot from any residents because you'd all have a field day with that one and something tells you that Price doesn't exactly have the patience for that kind of thing.

"Suprised you're not complaining." Kyle speaks up as he surveys you to cut the last wire to neutralize the threat. The grass is dewy, and there's a hum of cars passing on the slick streets as civilians shuffle past, huddled in coats.

"Nice work, [name]." Price praises, seeing that you completed your task. You cast a smile his way.

"Thanks, Cap."

And he's moving back to Johnny and Simon who are too preoccupied with one another to see that their Captain is a bit disgruntled with their lack of urgency.

"They're such knuckleheads." You chuckle to yourself.

Kyle glances over at the three who are now bickering over something that was now completely unrelated to the task. His smile grows.

"That they are."

"So, do I pass or what?" You stood up straight, glancing over at your Captain. He gives you a good-natured grin.

"Don't get too cocky now. It's still an op, y' know?"

You nod your head. He was right about that. It still was an active operation that could flip at any moment. Intrusive thoughts flood your mind and you feel frozen.

"Hey," You feel a grounding hand on your shoulder. You glance up to see Kyle warmly smiling down at you. "You'll be alright. We'll be alright."

Price feels pride wash over him as he looks at his Sergeant and then back at you as he folds his arms over his chest. "This isn't like any team you've ever been on before."

"I've heard the stories." You mimic your Captain's gesture. "barely hangin' off a heli and still managing to rush the enemy? Impressive."

"Upside down at that." Price claps Kyle's shoulder, causing him to become bashful at his Captain's words.

Your Captain averts his gaze to Johnny and Simon, who are on their last disarming. "Are you lot finished, yet?"

He goes on to berate the two who were taking a wee bit too long for his liking, leaving the both of you alone. Kyle awkwardly shifts his weight as he hovers his hand over his gun.

Your gaze is intense on him, not even bothering to pick up any conversation. He can practically see your tail twirling, feeling at ease with his presence while he feels himself gnawing away at his insides to say anything.

He takes a breath. "You're a lot calmer than I thought."

You shrug. "Well, when you've outlasted seven crews, what's eight?"

"Yeah, about that," You both pause for a moment, observing as a throng of pedestrians treks on the sidewalk just a few yards away, but they disappear behind the buildings unaware of your militant presence. "you wanna tell me why you're the only one who's made it out?"

You narrow your eyes at him. He is right to be suspicious, but you didn't feel like being scrutinized for the nth time. You were proven innocent in every situation, but something lingers in the back of your mind that makes you feel guilty every time. The memories of your missions have gone south, the sharp sting of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you dodge ricocheting bullets. But you shake the thoughts away. "Another time, maybe. Don't wanna jinx it, do we now?"

Kyle grins at that. His honey eyes fixate on you, searching your expression for anything that will give way to what you're really thinking.

Before either of you can say more, Price's voice cuts through the air. "Enough chit-chat. We've got one more to disarm and I want it done before anyone catches wind of what we're up to."

The tension between you dissolves as a new one accumulates in your shoulders as you refocus on the task and approach the final IED. You begin to feel the reality of the situation hit you when you realize everything could go insanely wrong. The public may be unaware, but the consequences of failure are all too real. Your consequences, your failure.

Price gestures for you to take the lead on this one, after all, you're the one he's really examining. You don't realize it, but he has full belief in your abilities. He's read your file and he knows damn well what you're capable of. You're under the scrutiny of your teammates, but one shoulder squeeze from your Cap gives you the morale boost to drop to one knee and begin your work.

Upon investigating the device, you realize it's like the other devices and you feel yourself relax a little. Kyle is at your side, and trepidation seeps into your fingers as they cruise over the wires.

"Blue or red?" he asks.

You don't even skip a beat. "Blue." you reply, trusting your instincts. "On my count."

Kyle readies himself with his wire cutters. "One. Two. Three."

You both carefully snip the wires, and for a moment it feels like the world stops. Your eyes watch as the device powers down, neutralizing the threat.

"That's it." you breathe out, feeling relief wash over you as allow your shoulders to relax.

Price steps forward, and claps you both on the back. "Good work, Wisp, both of you. Civvies are starting to get curious around here."

Wisp?

"Yeah, Wisp! Tha's a good one, Cap!" Johnny cheers, holding out his hands to give you a double high five. You giggle at the unexpected enthusiasm, but you high-five him back and intertwined your fingers together and he does a mini jig.

"Did a fine job." Simon politely nods, respecting your space, unlike his idiotic, cutesy counterpart.

Kyle clicks his tongue but is grinning otherwise at your success. The Scotsman can flirt all day with you, but he knows there is some brimming between you two. It was simply a game of cat and mouse at this point.

Wisp.

As you gather your gear, a lingering sense of impending doom still skulks in the back of your mind. You feel an itch under the skin where your past scars have healed over, but it's duller than usual. Pushing it to the back of your mind, you fall into step with Kyle feeling as though something has shifted in your dynamic with everyone.

In that crucial moment, Kyle trusted you. They all trusted you. It lingers in your mind, a question left unasked.

Kyle nudges, catching your gaze. His smile stretches beautifully across his face. "Guess we make a good team don't we, Wisp?"

Wisp.

You can't help but return the smile, feeling the butterflies settle in your stomach. You feel reborn. "Guess we do."

As you walk away from the site, blending back into the hustle and bustle of the city, you can't help but wonder what your next mission will bring. Whether the tension that is rising between Kyle and you will go unspoken. For now, you'll allow yourself to savor your victory. You've come out of it unscathed. They came out of it unscathed. As awful as it was, that's more than what you could ever say about your last teammates.

And as the rain falls softly around you, you feel like the hell you've endured is somehow worth it.

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Simon "I have no clue how to show what I feel so I'll fuck you silly instead (he whispers it in your ear when he thinks you're too fucked out to care)" Riley

Kyle "You don't love me? Okay, give me one night and I'll change your mind (he does. easily charms you at dinner and makes you babble his name at night)" Garrick

John "Please, I'm on my knees, hen. One taste and I'll leave ye alone (he doesn't. you don't want him to)" MacTavish

John "You don't have to think 'bout anything, I'll handle it (he does. you don't know how you've managed to live without him until now)" Price

OR;

Simon "I know you deserve better, but I can't lose you too. Tell me what you need an' I'll give it to you (but he loses you anyway, because that's a promise he couldn't keep)" Riley

Kyle "I'd drop it all for you. All of it. Just say the word, love, and I'll leave all of it behind (but it was a lie, because he swore loyalty to his captain first)" Garrick

John "As soon as I come back, 'm gonna marry ye (but he doesn't come back)" MacTavish

John "I'm sorry, but work comes first—you knew that from the very beginning (you did, but hope burned brighter, back then)" Price

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𝟏𝐎 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 (20 SEP. 2023)

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𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 extrêmement simple et personnalisable, le format 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 a de nombreux avantages comme la possibilité d'écrire autant que possible dans les catégories dédiées sur le modèle ⎯⎯⎯ une véritable révolution pour les grands bavards que vous pouvez être. seul inconvénient : les plus esthétiques d'entre nous pourrons trouver une certaine frustration dans les limites de personnalisation du format 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 puisqu'il est très difficile de manier le déplacement des images en dehors des tableaux. contrairement aux apparences, ce modèle est relativement personnalisable, à condition d'avoir quelques skills (minimes) pour placer son personnage là où se trouve tamino sur les images ci-dessus. des solutions s'offrent à vous : ➪ vos bases en graphisme vous octroient la possibilité de passer par l'intermédiaire d'une plateforme comme photoshop, etc. dans ce cas là, il devrait être simple comme bonjour de détourer votre OC pour le placer sur 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍. ➪ comme moi (salut), vous n'avez aucune connaissance en graphisme. néophyte de niveau 1, le choix de la facilité nous a été donné grâce à l'évolution des technologies et notamment des I.A. qui nous permettent de détourer en un clin d'œil un objet dans une image. pratique, n'est-ce pas ? il est néanmoins très utile pour les débutants en matière de gdocs puisqu'il se focalise d'avantage sur le côté pratique de l'application plutôt que sur son côté créatif. quoiqu'il est toujours possible de faire preuve de personnalité avec 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 si l'on est suffisamment imaginatif...

note de stavroguine : j'ai rajouté sur ce 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 de nombreuses catégories pour ceux et celles qui souhaiteraient enrichir leur fiche. cela passe évidemment par la présence d'un registre de liens, d'une trivia et d'un moodboard, mais également d'une icône musicale personnalisable qui amène à un lien spotify, youtube, etc.

ㅤㅤ 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑺𝑬 ;

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ㅤㅤ 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘&𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗦 are appreciated.

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COD OC WRITING PROMPTS

have you got a cod oc? are you stuck on some of the ways to write them? have i got the prompt list for you! here are some miscellaneous ways to write your ocs, cod specific <3 some are more centered on a certain group or faction and are marked accordingly! feel free to tag me in anything written, i need more mutuals with cod ocs 🙏

FIRST TIME MEETING THEIR SUPERIOR

HOW THEY GOT THEIR CALLSIGN

A MEMORY FROM TRAINING

A MEMORY FROM A MISSION

A MEMORY FROM CHILDHOOD

WORST INJURY ON A MISSION

THEIR WEIRDEST INTERACTION WITH SOMEONE ON BASE

WHY THEY FIRST JOINED THE MILITARY

WHY THEY JOINED THEIR TASKFORCE/ FACTION

A CLASSIFIED SECTION ON THEIR FILE & WHY ITS'S CLASSIFIED

WHAT THEY'RE LIKE ON A NIGHT OUT

DRESSING UP...FOR A MISSION...(sorry it had to be done)

HOW THEY DEAL EMOTIONALLY AFTER A BAD MISSION

[141] MEETING THE TASK FORCE FOR THE FIRST TIME

[141] MEETING LASWELL FOR THE FIRST TIME

[141] GRAVES' BETRAYAL

[141] THEIR REACTION TO SEEING GHOST'S FACE FOR THE FIRST TIME

[141] SLICE OF LIFE IN THE REC ROOM

[141] WATCHING A MOVIE WITH THE REST OF THE BOYS

[SHADOW] MEETING GRAVES FOR THE FIRST TIME

[SHADOW] HUNTING THE 141/ HASSAN

[SHADOW] THEIR REALTIONSHIP WITH LOS VAQUEROS BEFORE THE BETRAYAL

[VAQUEROS] MEETING ALEJANDRO/RODOLFO FOR THE FIRST TIME

[VAQUEROS] A LATE-NIGHT CARTEL STAKEOUT

[VAQUEROS] DRINKING WITH THE REST OF THE VAQUEROS

[VAQUEROS] MEETING THE 141

[VAQUEROS] REACTION TO EL SIN NOMBRE/ VALERIA REVEAL

[VAQUEROS] GRAVES' BETRAYAL

[KONNI] BREAKING MAKAROV OUT OF PRISON

[BOCW] MEETING ADLER FOR THE FIRST TIME

[BOCW] BERLIN SAFEHOUSE SLICE OF LIFE

[BOCW] A NIGHT OUT IN BERLIN

[DIALOGUE] “MIND TELLING ME WHY YOU’RE IN THE INFIRMARY AGAIN?”

[DIALOGUE] “BET YOU CAN’T HIT THAT DEAD-ON.”

[DIALOGUE] “KARAOKE?”

[DIALOGUE] “FUCK MARRY KILL: GHOST, SHEPHERD, PRICE?”

[DIALOGUE] “YOU NEARLY SCARED THAT POOR RECRUIT HALF TO DEATH.”

[DIALOGUE] “YOU'RE A RECRUITER'S WET DREAM.”

[DIALOGUE] “WANNA SPAR WITH ME? PLATONICALLY, OF COURSE.”

[DIALOGUE] “I'M SORRY, SOAP, IT'S A LITTLE FUNNY- I MEAN COME ON, LEPRECHAUN?”

[DIALOGUE] “I THINK MAKAROV'S JUST A PUSSY.”

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The 141 find their little ones in the kitchen late at night

Warning: swearing, afab!reader, parenting, fluff, intimacy warning for Soap's bit. 18+

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Cod Masterlist

Price

He knows it’s much too late for anyone to be up this hour.

He knows just as much as he knows how much you hate for him to be up so late at night doing reports.

Reports that he brought home to just take away from family time.

Yes, he knows. John Price knows it all.

He can read his family like the back of his hand. So when the sound of a small commotion in the kitchen grabs his attention, he can't help but let out a tired sigh.

The scrapping of wood against porcelain tiles stops and all that’s left is the sound of house breathing.

Wood from odd areas creaks quietly, along with the air conditioning whirring just above his head from a dusty vent he never had the chance to clean.

Then the silverware drawer opens, and the shimmies of light metals draw the Captain out of his chair.

He already has an idea of who it could be up at this hour.

John can see the hue of the freezer light on, along with the main kitchen light flooding the room ahead, and hears the crinkling of a wrapper popping open following a not so quiet 'come on! please?'

Turning the corner to the kitchen, he spots him. His nine year old son gently munching on an ice cream sandwich from your recent grocery run. His pajama pants covered in trains and small bits of paint from when he would insist on finger-painting and using the clothing as a rag. It was the shirt that caught his attention.

Though from where he stood he could see the sleeves of the matching pj's, he wore John's old boot-camp shirt that fit him much too big.

"What's happenin' here?" John's grovel voice travels to his little one's ears, as he whips around with a sudden gasp.

John has to bite back a laugh at the chocolate covered half of his son's face, now noticing he's gotten through half of the fucking sandwich in a minute.

"Eating sweets this late 's bad enough, lad. At least slow down." He continues as his feet carry him over. "Now why aren't you asleep?"

His boy looks down, still sitting with his legs tucked under him. "I woke up and really wanted an ice cream..." he pouts.

"Hm."

John can't find it in him to reprimand him. Maybe for the mess he's made on one of his old shirts. But to be fair that's nothing a wash can't fix.

So instead he kneels right next to him, reaches over, and snatches another ice cream sandwich right out of the box before pulling his son next to him. The freezer door swings shut, and the only light they have now comes from the bulb above the kitchen island and the street lamps outside the window.

"I could use one of these too." He responds, opening his own up much to the amusing giggles his son lets out.

"Cheers!" John's boy holds out his treat, to which his father copies. 'clinking' the two together.

"Cheers." he chuckles back.

They eat their sweet treat in silence for a bit, Price now sitting on his bottom with his legs outstretched on either side of his boy.

He decides to scoot his way over to his dad, leaning his back against Price's torso.

"So what's the point of my shirt, hm?"

His son only giggles, looking up at him before he grabs the bottom of the cloth and wipes it against his chin to remove the chocolate that smeared all over his skin. "Was gonna leave it for mum to find so she'd think you ate all the ice cream."

"You cheeky little-"

Unbeknownst to either of them you and another one of your older children look upon them from the stairwell, sharing a smile as your son squeals and giggles at his father's fingers tickling his sides.

Ghost

Simon has always been a light sleeper. Comes with the territory of his work.

Though that's something you never quite got used to. Especially since you were such a light sleeper yourself. But that's mostly because you came into the relationship with some baggage of your own.

You're own little boy. One that Simon proudly calls his own, now that he earned the title 'dad' according to your son's words. 'Yeah that's my dad' he told you. 'I like this guy a lot. He lets me watch scary movies.'

But since the three of you became a unit, a fourth member was coming along. Thus making your sleep much heavier than it used to be.

This explains why Simon is the only one who shoots up, awake and alert, to a rather loud crash in the kitchen.

He debates for a moment about whether he should bring out his service weapon. But given that he hears no other footsteps or no other noises from anywhere else other than the kitchen, he reaches for the metal bat that rests right between the space of the bed and the nightstand.

Simon takes one good look at you before making his way out of the room. Silently closing the door on his way out.

His footsteps are light. The bat carefully balanced in his grasp to not hit anything to give him away.

When he gets close enough, the unmistakable sound of plastic hitting the kitchen tiles hits his ears. Followed by the sloshing sound of liquid.

He hears the same tune of the show his boy watches when he wants to eat breakfast by himself. The same one you tell him not to be watching when there are other people at the table.

Simon immediately lets out a sigh of relief as the bat gets tossed onto the sofa and he quietly makes his way to the kitchen.

On the kitchen bar, sat unsafely on the swiveling stool, sat his boy. With a bowl of sugary, fruity cereal. The milk cap fell to the floor as the little boy sighed in frustration, now having to get down and pick it up.

Right as the boy maneuvers his way to reach a foot to the floor, he pauses with a small exclamation. His eyes widen when he sees Simon's silhouette in the hallway. The kitchen light was on, but it only let a gleam reveal from his eyes, as the rest was still covered by the shadow.

Simon sighs his son's name as he steps out. "What've I told you about eating this late?"

The boy, still awkwardly positioned on his belly on the seat of the chair with one leg outstretched to the floor, gives his dad a toothy grin. "To... share?"

Your son's sweet tooth is unmatched by either of you. It's proven from the silver tooth on his bottom row, having to be removed from a very bad cavity.

Simon rolls his eyes, walking over to sit his boy upright while taking a peak in his bowl. The whole bowl looks as if it's ready to spill over the brim. "Way too much, mate." He sighs. Simon picks up the cap, deciding to fetch another bowl and spoon for himself.

His son holds the box of cereal for your fiancé, but instead, he reaches for the bowl. A small 'hey!' sound from the little one.

"Keep your trap shut, or I'll sell you out first thing in the morning." Simon points, dumping half of the cereal into his own bowl. "M' not listenin' to you whine about your teeth hurtin' again. Alright?"

The boy shares a deadpanned look before nodding, picking up his own spoon, and shoveling in a scoop of cereal as he repeats back, "Alroight."

"And brush your teeth again after you're done."

"I'm out of toothpaste."

Simon rolls his eyes, his head resting on his hand as he tiredly smiles at him. "You didn't think to mention this when we were at the store earlier?"

Your son smiles to himself, eating another spoonful. "Nope!"

Soap

He's a trouble maker alright. They all are. You've no clue how you truly have put up with him. Past or present.

Why in the world did the universe decide that maybe your putting up with him meant you could handle a few more, you'll never know. Hell. you had three of them. About 3 years apart each.

You trooper.

Johnny never lets you forget it.

Especially now after you've caught your breath for the second time that night.

"Reckon we got another comin' soon?" He rasps into your ear after wrapping you into his embrace as you return from the bathroom from a shower the two of you just shared.

"Jesus I hope not." You whine. "Need to send you to get a damn vasectomy."

"Hey. Not very nice of ye." Your husband pouts.

Whatever remark you're about to make gets interrupted by the sharp sound of a microwave beeping only once before a series of 'SHHH!' reaches the two of you.

Unblinking from one another, the two of you share a grin. "Those little-"

"I've got it." Johnny sighs, slipping out of the comfort of your bed before slipping a shirt over his bare chest. His spot is damp from where his wet hair recently was on his pillow, causing a groan out of you.

"Seriously, John?"

"Aye, ye can bask in my musk for when I return, my sweet."

"No thank you." You snort. "I'm finally getting some peace for a few minutes. Good. Night."

Johnny makes an offended noise before quietly exiting your room, shutting off the big light for your ease to slumber.

His bare feet hit the smooth wooden floor, the heater still blasting to keep his family warm during this winter. He's already ready to confront his two girls, not wanting them to wake up his only boy. The youngest has way too much energy the second he opens his eyes.

But alas, much to his own dismay, he's the first one Johnny spots. Receiving a glob of whipped cream straight from the bottle and onto his nose from the middle girl. The two of them giggle as the eldest records on her phone.

"What in the everlastin' hells are ye doin'?"

The three MacTavishs, thinking they were so sneaky keeping the stove light on and the rest dark to hide their attendance, scream at their father's gruff voice.

Johnny winces at the different pitches, slapping his hand onto the wall next to him and turning on the kitchen light.

The three were in their pajamas, steaming mugs on the kitchen counters, and one in the youngest one's hand, which now had a second glob of whipped cream perfectly on top of the first, given the snap of the little boy's attention dropped it.

"Uhhh...hot chocolate?" His eldest offered. The 13-year-old gave him a metallic grin, her braces in full view of her genuine smile.

"Do ye have any idea what time it is?" Johnny sighs. "And ye've given him tha' crap! He'll be up fer hours now."

"But daddy," His middle girl sighs. "it's hot cocoa season."

"Ye can drink tha' in the mornin' then." He blinks, leaning down to scoop up his son in one arm and picking up the mug in another.

"We share!" His son cheered, urging him to take a drink of the sweet drink.

"No, we will not share. Bed."

If you had been watching this go down, you'd probably tell Johnny what a good job he's doing at being stern with them. He usually is, but there's not really too much harm being done.

However, much to his own dismay, curiosity gets the better of him and he takes a small sip.

"Christ, tha's not bad."

"Yeah, see?" His eldest responds. "and we used the microwave, so less dishes to wash."

He gets distracted by the conversation, he barely pays any mind to the small 'ah!' his son makes to have a sip of his own. As soon as he's realized what he's done, with the whipped cream residue on his son's upper lip he sighs.

"Alright...but after this it's straight to bed."

Gaz

Kyle was one to wait. A patient man indeed. He could lie still for hours upon hours with a sniper, ready for any command to take a shot. Lie still in a patch of tall grass and ready to pounce at any enemy.

What he was not patient for was waiting for you to come back home to share a meal with him apparently.

Granted, he really shouldn't be snacking so late himself, but he did promise to wait until you arrived from your flight to have a late-night snack before turning in for the rest of the night.

He's already gotten through a big bowl of crisps by himself.

The twins were dead asleep, or so Kyle thought, at least as he scrolled through the horror movie section of his streaming network. 'Maybe the jumpscares will keep him awake, ' he thought.

It keeps him distracted that's for sure. So distracted that he doesn't even hear his teenage son and daughter sneak behind him toward the pantry.

He doesn't pay attention to the plastic cups being filled with soda that they so definitely shouldn't be drinking.

Hell, he didn't pay attention to the crinkling of the potato crisps he had earlier.

No, it doesn't catch his attention. Not until they're right behind him trying to sneak by when the revving of the chainsaw from the television spooks his teen daughter. His son groans after his sister lets out a comical squeal, revealing them to an already smiling father.

"Where do you two think you're goin?"

His son sighs, taking a sip from his cup full of soda. "We were gonna have a movie marathon-"

"It's not my fault!"

"You know it's a school night right?" Kyle pauses the tv. He finally turns to look at them both and huffs a laugh.

It turns out they took a lot more than just a bag of crisps and drinks. Your daughter had a bag of your favorite caramel chocolates in her hand, along with a rack of Oreos. In his sons were a large bag of crisps and another full of chocolate-covered pretzels.

"Put it back. Now."

"Can we at least drink the pop?" Your daughter asks quietly.

"Yeah Dad, we kinda can't pour it back." Your son snickers as he makes his way around the sofa to sit next to Kyle.

"You two are cheeky tonight-"

"Well, we wanted to wait for Mum, too." Your daughter pouts, walking over

"Yeah? Not so you'll have an excuse to not go to class because 'ohhh mum my tummy hurts' and 'ohhhh mum I'm so tired!'

"I do not sound like that!" Your daughter whines as she plots her head onto his shoulder.

Kyle only snickers, wrapping his arm around her to pat his son. "Hand me those crisps. As soon as she's home I want you both in bed."

"Yes sir."

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