#Call of duty roach

[mactavishenjoyer]

Soap, leaning in and kissing roach:"I love you."

Roach:"you can't do that in public you're my brother!"

Soap:

Soap:"I hate you more every day."

[stupidpercy]

Another Roach before I forget

please don’t shake him (plea that will be ignored)

[toomanywordsnllines]

Hello I am alive (college is literally trying to kill me) However I bring some GRS with a baby!! Because it's been plaguing my mine like a grape on a microwave

[schizo-bbgs]

Ghost & Roach

Roach design credit: @/BigMikeMW on twitter link to the original tweet thank you for the permission!

[hurrraaid]

I'll keep presenting Roach with glasses until it catches on

[garyroachsandersonsbf]

NEED SOMEONE TO DRAW ROACH LIKE THESE PLEASE OMEASE OLEASE OLEADE I BEG OF YOU SOMEONE FEED MY PILOT ROACH DELUSIONS PLEASE

[kanescrochet]

Mundane things you wouldn't catch the guys doing

Price: once he finds you he refuses to touch the dishes unless he absolutely has to, not because it's your job but the food that lurks in the dish water is public enemy #1 and he absolutely will lose his last meal if it touches his hand

Soap: laundry. He doesn't mind doing it but 'damn Lil mama's you look sooo good' washing his uniforms and doing housewife shit

Gaz: killing the spiders. You're the one bringing the home defense from creepy crawlies. Gaz absolutely jumps on the furniture, screaming to be saved until you swoop in to remove it or squish it.

Roach: there literally nothing he won't do once in a relationship. Feels like chores should be split between you both as long as he gets to split you later😉.

Simon: cooking. He will if you're sick but his go to is having a Chinese delivery to your flat. His reasoning is that your the better cook and that you haven't caught the kitchen on fire making dinner yet.

[soy-soi-si]

All I know is it's so satisfying to hear the little tippy taps every time I do something wearing my nails. Imagine the boys just chilling around you after you had just done your nails after getting off a mission and your tapping away at your phone.

Roach sitting in-between your legs as soap took up the rest of the couch by laying down. His legs over the arm rest his head on one of your thighs. Sometimes knocking Roaches' head when you begin bouncing your leg randomly before sudden stopping. But my god they love the white noise of your nails. So when you begin tapping your nails on the back of your phone, they were out like a light.

Gaz was reading a book in the single chair to the side, and he literally looks up every time your tapping stops. Price is smoking while watching the TV from the kitchen, ghost off making tea next to him both not responsive to the tapping noise.

All of them are unaware that you are chewing out a lower soldier and telling their Sargent for sending you unsolicited nudes and drunk texts. You were going to kill a man.

[diejager]

Sparrow

Pairing : Task Force 141 x Vampire!reader

Cw: blood, vampire, death.

Wc: 947

Price watched everyone board the helicopter in a steady shuffle, he counted the names when they passed him as if taking their attendance to assure that everyone followed him. Ghost, Roach, Soap, and Gaz- he gaped at the missing soldier, he was sure you'd been behind them this whole time, eyes scouring the darkness for you. He turned to the others for information, frowning when they all said that they hadn't seen you.

"Sparrow, what's your status?"

Thumb still pressed into his radio, he waited for your reply. When all he received was silence from you, he asked a second time: "Sparrow, how copy?"

There was only complete silence on your end. That worried them, but they knew you wouldn't go doing so easily; you'd told them once that you would bomb everything before dying - if you could, from regular bullets or knives.

"Sparrow," Ghost growled out, his deep, rumbling order echoed through the shared line.

It was quiet at first, but then the sound of muffled screams and slurping came through. Their tense shoulders slouched, finally knowing where you went: to quench your hunger.

You left the line open, letting the team listen to the pained moans of the soldier that crossed your path. A thud followed afterward when you stopped drinking, the bloodless body falling forward.

They waited at the end of the clearing, seated in the helicopter as they strained their ears to listen to your near-silent steps. They could see you before they heard you, piercing, red eyes glowing in the dark foliage as you approached them. The sight flooded them with relief, seeing you wipe your blood-soaked face and pull your mask over your nose to hide the gory view of your sharp fangs painted in red.

"Sorry," you bowed, voice raspy and quiet from the ecstasy of drinking blood - delicious or disgusting, blood worked the same way it did either way.

"'S fine, Sparrow," Price mumbled, motioning you to sit next to him, the last seat on the aircraft.

Silence lingered in the shared space as Nikolai pulled into the sky, the blades ripping through the air loudly. The team watched your half-lidded eyes, blinking owlishly in some sort of trance. You were always dazed after feasting on someone, calm and slurring words as if high on blood. Your body took time absorbing and cycling the blood through your undead body, extracting the nourishing substances within a few weeks.

A satiated cat, that's how Soap first described you when you first fed on one of them, a hissy and skittish cat until it ate its full, satisfied, and sleepy. Soap was the first, finding your fangs deep into a man's neck. He stopped dead in his track, gaping at your red eyes and pointed teeth. He offered himself to you a few weeks later and quickly became addicted to the thrill of sharing an intimate part of himself.

Ghost caught them months later, finding you suckling on Soap's shoulder with a dazed look. The brooding man froze, unable to understand whatever he just saw; the shock and the unnatural spark of pleasure at your teeth breaking Soap's skin and laving up stray drops of blood. The image stayed in his mind, haunting him day in and day out until he found himself offering the same as Soap did. The danger and fear of having someone touch him made him hard, the slight sting of your teeth and your warm mouth around his wrist, shoulder, and neck - he almost begged for you to drink from his neck.

Gaz and Price stumbled on your feed on a mission, and have spent almost two months on infiltration and information gathering job for Shepherd, you got too hungry and snapped at the first straggler. Price, being who he is, shook off the confusion and helped you, making you promise to explain everything afterward. Gaz, however, somewhat gushed, a mix between confusion and amazement at your case. He, unlike the former, was more entertained with the idea of letting you feed on him for the experience.

Sweet Roach was the last one, you told him upfront about your little problem when you returned from your deployment with Gaz and Price. You signed it to him in your room, hanging from your bunk to tell him. He took it easily, perhaps too easily and calmly for someone whose roommate for the past year was a vampire. If you're ever hungry, I wouldn't mind helping you, Sparrow, he confessed, eyes glimmering with adoration and lips pulled in a small smile.

"How was it?" Soap pipped up, peering at you from the opposite side of the bird.

"Like shit," you grumbled, adjusting your rifle to sit more comfortably. "Fear and anger makes it taste bloody sour."

"You should've told us you were hungry, Sparrow, " Ghost growled lowly, he never liked letting you drink from other men or women other than their team. "Wouldn't have minded it." The last part was whispered, almost as if he was too shy to admit it.

"Don't be an arse about it, L.T., she was just hungry."

Ghost only grumbled lowly about how Soap wasn't any better. Gaz nudged your arm, telling you that he's free later if you're still hungry, knowing full well that you had your full. The little wink he gave told you everything, he just wanted to have you around him.

You sighed and turned to Price and Roach, tired from the night's event and the horrid taste that lingered on your tongue. I agree, Sparrow, his shoulders shook, head tilted towards the two bantering - more so of Soap annoying Ghost - men. None of us mind.

[whereare-myglasses]

Soap: Man, I wish someone spread my cheeks the way I spread this orange

Roach:

Gaz:

Ghost:

Ghost: You're in timeout til Price gets back

[roachy-draws]

Made this random ahh thing at like 12am lol

[mactavishenjoyer]

Riley:"am I crazy or is price avoiding you?"

Roach:"he's avoiding me. "

Riley:"oh accidentally sent him a dick pic? Hate when that shit happens. He'll stop in like a week."

Roach:" what?"

Riley:"is that not why?"

Roach:"how do you accidentally send price a dick pic????"

Riley:"he is in my phone as captain prick and mactavish is in it as captain dick. Sometimes I miss a couple letters."

Roach:"you're fucking mactavish?!"

[stupidpercy]

Shakes him shakes him shakes him shAKES HIM SHAKES H

I draw him differently every time sorry :’D

[toomanywordsnllines]

How do I imagine the GRS dynamic🤨? Well quite simply you see *proceeds to give you a 10 hour essay about it*

1º pic is how I love to imagine Ghost and Roach's dynamic, quite clingy to each other

2º pic - Soap and Roach are that duo that cannot be left unsupervised for more than 30 seconds - Ghost is their third wheel ALWAYS

3º pic -It says "Taking your bf on a date. Get fucked xoxo" while Roach looks evily to the camera with a middle finger and Soap is doing a peace sign. Ghost is looking very sadly to his phone.

Roach is the kind of best friend to take Soap on dates and kiss Soap just to spite Ghost

[rainyramblesscramble]

day 10 of drawing one of the cod characters until I’m comfortable with trying to find my style

Roach says you need to drink water today

Because he says so

[garyroachsandersonsbf]

Idk fuck it storm chaser Roach who brings Ghost (a brit that’s never seen anything more than a thunderstorm) to storm chase w him and it turns into utter chaos

(can y’all tell what im really into rn)