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novemberheart · 11 months ago

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{overview} Your heat doesn't quite go as planned. Kate provides your pack with a predicament

{warnings} fem reader, poly141, a/b/o dynamics, heat cycles, MDNI, heat cycles, p in v sex, knotting, cursing

Chapter 22 <- Chapter 23 -> Chapter 24

There was a soft knock at the door making John stir.

“Come in,” he groaned, sitting up with you still against his chest. You mumbled something incoherent, drifting right back to sleep. Johnny came in with two takeout containers. John stood up, keeping a firm grip on you as he tossed a few pillows onto the floor, knowing you would throw a fit if your nest got dirtied by food. Johnny set the containers on the ground, grabbing Simon's hoodie off the bed and tugging it over your head.

You were out of it. Just a few hours ago Kyle had come in to make sure the two of you had water and said you were up and chatting, now you were like one of the pillows on the ground. There had been no moans or groans since last night, your first time, making everyone a bit nervous. You should be working through your heat. John threw on a pair of sweats, as Johnny had you propped up against some pillows. You smiled at him softly, wrapping your arms around his bicep. He pressed a kiss against your heated forehead, wanting nothing more than to stay with you.

“You can stay, ‘Tav,” John assured. He didn't seem too out of it. If it wasn't for his dark eyes and flushed appearance he would seem exactly the same. Johnny smiled, pulling you into his lap, and grabbing your lunch to feed you. You purred against him, happy to smell something other than John’s campfire and fog scent.

“Simon wants to call a doctor,” Johnny spoke slowly. John hummed, already knowing what he was speaking about. You should be deep into your heat by now, especially after being sexually active. He should be deep into his rut as well.

“Is a bit concerning isn't it?” John sighed, between bites. “Give her the rest of today. Her body is experiencing a lot of things it hasn't before. Our girl just needs some time to work through it, right pretty?” he questioned looking over at you. Your eyes were nearly closed, staring up at Johnny like you hadn't seen him in months.

“That’s fair,” Johnny agreed, working a spoonful of corn into your mouth. It was quiet for a moment.

“You gonna mark her?” Johnny asked- bordering on a request. It was the thing he hated most about being a beta. He would never be able to see his mark against your skin. At least he would be able to wear yours when the time was right.

“Didn’t quite discuss that too much before. We got a bit heated making out one time and she asked me to do it then. But I want her to have a clear head when she makes that decision,” John explained. His hand reached out, running up and down your leg.

“Would you let her mark you?”

“Absolutely,” John replied without missing a beat.

Kate groaned, trying to balance her coffee and tablet in one hand to fish her phone out of her pocket.

“Laswell,” She spoke, using her elbow to push a pile of papers off the edge of her desk.

“Kyle found something,” She immediately recognized Simon’s voice.

“That’s one of the things he’s good at,” Kate shot back, plopping down on the couch in her office.

“It's about our girl.”

Laswell froze.

“What’s wrong? She alright?” She had just talked to you a few days ago. You were nervous about the situation with your heat but were happy otherwise.

“Kyle was looking at her tracking app a couple of days ago when he noticed another chip under her name popping up under the ‘connect’ list. He clicked it and it knew her location and everything,” Simon explained.

“Did it have another name registered to it? Like how you and John are on hers,” Kate asked.

“Negative,” Simon sighed. “Kyle thinks it disconnected from the owner, that's how we were able to find it.”

“You think the owner is going to want to pursue it?” Kate questioned, her stomach beginning to turn.

“Hope they do,” Simon grunted. “It says it’s located in her leg- the chip.”

“The leg?” Kate mumbled. “It couldn't be a chip then. She would’ve felt it. It would have to be a small wire of some kind. Can you put her on the phone?”

“She’s in lockdown with the old man,” it was vague, but Kate knew what he meant. It also explained why John wasn't blowing up her phone right now. They couldn't discuss it with the two of you in such a vulnerable state. “Me and Kyle were thinking about flying back to base,” Simon added.

“You think it's that serious? Maybe she got it when she was little?”

“She would've known about it by now. They aren't meant to be in more than five years. Besides, we can't take any chances. If we don't pursue this and something happens”- Simon cut himself off.

“Look at L.T. Ghost taking care of his pack,” Kate smiled. She couldn't quite tell if the sound on the other end was a purr or static. “Let me dig through some medical files. If there is danger, you all should be there, especially when they are this vulnerable,” Kate reminded. “I’ll keep you updated.”

“Thank you, Laswell. For everything,” He clicked the red button before she could respond.

She had a feeling you were included in that ‘everything.’

It felt like you were watching yourself from behind a glass screen. You could see everything, hear everything, yet you couldn't take control. Forced to watch from the sidelines. John had eased the ache in your body last night, and the feeling had yet to return. Why hadn't it? What was wrong with you? Why couldn't you just be a normal omega? You couldn't even perform in your heat, or help your alpha with his still lingering rut. What good were you?

A loud whine woke him up, his head quickly shooting up from its resting place against your stomach.

“What pretty girl?” John soothed you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. How could he be so nice- so understanding? He should be out looking for a better omega.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, as he swept the tears away.

“Nothin' for you to be sorry about, love,” he assured instantly. He paused for a moment. “Why are you apologizing?” he asked softly. You hadn't done anything but be a perfect little omega for him, despite the fuzziness in your brain.

“I can’t,” was all you were able to get out, sobs wracking your body.

“Bloody hell, sweetheart,” he cursed softly. “No reason for that,” he used the hem of his shirt to wipe away your tears.

“I’m not a good omega,” you gasped through your sobs. A warning growl rumbled in his chest, making you jump. It was a natural instinct to bare your teeth at someone who talked b about your omega- even if it was the omega themselves.

“There’s definitely no reason for that,” he snarled, pressing a rough kiss against your cheek. He slowly put the pieces together as to what you were getting at. He didn't even think the toll of not completing your heat would have on your self-esteem. That was bullshit though. You were much more than how well you could fuck him in a delirious state and he was a bit surprised you even entertained the idea. His sensitive girl.

“If I can't get into a heat how am I supposed to take a knot, or be marked?” you grumbled sadly, finding the energy to paw at your face.

“You can get into a heat, pretty. Your body is still adjusting to the pack and to me. By this time next year we’ll be laughing about this.”

Next year? He wanted to keep you?

“You still want me?” It was the lowest sentence you had ever uttered, yet it was a blow to him.

His first feeling was that of insult. Did you think that lowly of him? That he would toss you to the curb just because you were having a bit of trouble? Then he saw the look in your eyes. You were so small- beat down and defeated over something he had hardly thought twice about. You weren't the you he was used to, you were the raw, unfiltered, scared version of yourself. The version that had jumped from omega holding house to omega holding house. The version of you that had been let down by so many people in your life. The version of you that had been overlooked and disregarded due to your status.

Now that version of you was his.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

“More than anything,” was all he could manage.

You were relieved when the fire returned in your veins. Your hands patting your alpha’s chest to wake him. He gasped awake, his trained eyes scanning around the room for a threat, relaxing when he just saw your happy face. He smiled softly until your scent hit him.

“There you are, pretty girl. Just needed some time,” He chuckled, rolling over so you were on your back. You nipped at his neck, your hands wandering under his shirt. He lets you do as you please, without rushing or urging you along. The soft pads of your fingers running over scars he had long forgotten about.

“You’re so handsome,” you mumbled, tugging his shirt off the rest of the way. He smiled softly, his beard tickling your cheek as he kissed along your clothed shoulder. The bare skin of your legs against his wasn't enough for him. He tugged Simon’s hoodie off of you, purring as he was finally able to feel you fully.

This time he went slow- as slow as he should've gone for your first time. He was drawing it out, with every drag of his hips you were pushed near the end only to be yanked back. You were a desperate little thing under him. So needy and scratchy that he had to put you on your stomach.

“Only patient girls get kisses,” is what he had told you. You whined, leaning your head back, hoping he was just being a tease. His hand gripped the base of your neck, gently pushing it back into the pillows. He chuckled- a bit cruelly- from behind you, a particularly deep thrust making you cry out.

“Please?” you whined, your bottom lifting off the bed so prettily for him. He hummed, running a hand all the way up your arched back. He leaned over you, his lips pressing against your wet cheek.

“I think the betas spoil you too much,” he mumbled, his hips returning to the slow speed. “Think all you have to do is say please with those pretty eyes and you get whatever you want hmmm?” he half-asked, keeping himself sheathed inside you.

“Yeah,” you agreed softly, making him chuckle. He kissed the small ring on your finger Kyle had bought you. The beta was just supposed to run to the store to get popcorn for movie night and ended up coming back with a ring that cost half a paycheck.

You wiggled your hips, taking it upon yourself to start pushing yourself back on him. He watched as you slowly found your own rhythm. He cursed softly, watching as your cunt swallowed him whole. He gave you soft encouragement, the grit in his voice making the tightness in your stomach swell.

“Can I?” you asked through a strangle moan. Even after all his teasing, you were still his obedient omega. His chest rumbled, causing the vibration to shoot straight through you.

“Course, sweetheart. You earned it,” he praised. That was all you needed, shaking around his cock with a breathy moan. He held your hips in place to keep you from running away, your spasming walls causing his eyes to roll back.

He had hardly a minute to catch his breath before you were pushing yourself back against him again.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he growled, immediately meeting your thrusts. He wrapped an arm around your waist, rolling over onto his back taking you with him. He forced your legs apart, your back against his chest as he drove his hips up into you. The new position hit something inside you that turned you into a purring ragdoll. “Purring from my cock?” he questioned through a groan like he couldn't quite believe it. His hands had a bruising grip on your thighs, the force of his thrusts nothing but mean.

There was swelling between his thighs, and even in his dazed state he could figure out what it was. You seemed to know too- at least instinctually, judging by the way you tried to push yourself down on it. “Think you can take my knot, pretty girl?” he asked softly, his pace beginning to slow so you could talk. You nodded your head eagerly, your face pressing against the side of this neck.

He resumed, his knot slamming against you with every thrust. You came unexpectedly, your cunt gushing around him and over the sheets. You were shaking in his grasp and he began rolling his knot into you, your slick making it a bit easier. Your hips tried to pull away, but he knew it was just from overstimulation. He matched your purrs, the action causing your body to relax enough for him to ease the rest of himself in. Your body stilled as the two of you locked together, John groaning breathlessly.

You could feel his heartbeat against your back, a warm buzz filtering throughout your body.

Your world slowly turned black.

Two days had come and gone. Today marks the fourth day of your heat.

Judging by your smell. Today is the last day. You were in the bathtub, the water too scalding for John’s enjoyment, but your sore body needed it. The alpha taking great pride in scrubbing and massaging you clean.

You hadn't been marked. John had come close numerous times, but was able to hold back. He couldn't do something that drastic without discussing it with you in length. Despite that, you had a large spot on your neck- where he planned to mark you. He couldn't stop running his thumb over it.

“Gonna be ready to see the boys?” He hummed, his fingers scratching against your scalp. You knew he was referring to Simon. Johnny and Kyle snuck in during the pockets of peace between rounds. Johnny to give you food and Kyle just to hold you.

You had missed Simon. When you were feeling extra sensitive just knowing he was outside the door made you feel a hundred times better. You nodded, as he washed the shampoo out of your hair.

“I miss him,” You smiled.

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder - especially with Simon,” he teased, making you giggle.

You put on fresh clothes, grabbing Vernie off the bed. The bed was in rough shape. John came up behind you.

“Don’t worry about that,” he insisted, pressing a kiss against the side of your head. The sheets had been shredded, the headboard practically crushed to bits and you could only imagine what it would look like under a black light. While you were only half of the reason it was in the condition it was, you still felt responsible.

“Go say hello to your boys. They miss you,” John smiled, throwing on a shirt. You beamed, practically bouncing down the hallway. They were still asleep sprawled out on the pull out couch in the living room to keep Simon company. You put Vernie down and she quickly stumbled her way over to Simon. You crawled over Kyle, curling yourself under his chin. He gasped awake, causing the others to jump.

“Still in one piece?” He mumbled, still playful even in his groggy state. He rolled over so you were under him- a position you had grown quite familiar with the past few days- resting his body on top of yours. You could hear Johnny mumble something, scrambling across Simon so he could get his paws on you. He growled as Kyle refused to move, worming his arm between the two of you and pulling you so you were smushed between them. “Can’t even get a minute?” Kyle huffed, burying his face in your hair.

“Her fault for being so pretty,” Johnny grumbled, placing the blame on you. His teeth nipping at the spots covering your neck from John. He swallowed back his disappointment at none of them being a claiming bite. The comfort of being between the betas again made it easy for you to start drifting back off to sleep. You had about five minutes of sleep when Kyle’s phone blared through the living room. You half expected him to deny it, like he usually did. Instead, he peaked at the Caller ID quickly making his way to the backyard, Simon following. You could sense Johnny’s uneasiness.

“Everything alright?” you hummed. The worst thing in your mind is that you would all have to leave and go back to base. You were due to go back in a few days, hopefully things could wait until then.

“Yeah, Bon,” Johnny assured, forcing himself to purr to relax you. “Nothin’ for you to worry about.”

Regardless you watched as John made his way down the hall about to turn into the living room, until he was ushered outside by Simon. You had the sinking feeling it wasn’t about work. Was it because of your heat? Because of how hot and cold it was? Because it didn’t last as long as it should’ve? Because you weren’t marked? Why didn’t he mark you? What if they were calling someone to come pick you up now? What if-

“None of that,” Johnny spoke, making you jump. He ran a hand over your stomach. You whined, rolling over so you could hide in his chest. “What happened?” he hummed, wrapping you up in the blankets. It smelled like your pack. Cinnamon and leather- with a gust of fresh breeze to cut the heaviness.

“It’s about me isn’t it?” You whispered. Johnny tensing was enough to confirm your suspicions. He should’ve known your omega intuition would uncover the truth before any of them were ready to share it.

“It's about work, peaches,” he stood his ground. He couldn't give up any information yet, till they knew the full story.

-outside-

“Hey, Laswell,” Kyle greeted with a sigh. To say he was nervous would be an understatement. He had always been a man of action- so being told to let someone else take the reigns was causing him distress.

“Well, I figured out who it belongs to,” She sighed, equally hard. Kyle and Simon looked at each other. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw John moving towards the living room.

“We need you out here,” he whispered. The alpha furrowed his brows, changing his course to the backyard.

“Her mother,” Laswell said finally. Kyle sucked in a breath through his teeth. John was confused but remained tight-lipped.

“She’s looking for her?” Kyle pressed.

“I don't see any signs of wanting to have contact with her,” Kate said sadly. “Just seems like she was trying to keep an eye out for her,” Kate suggested.

“Do you have her location?” Kyle questioned.

“Her last known location is Palm Springs, California. That was over two years ago and she's not living at that address anymore,” Kate continued. “She isn't registered anywhere else in the U.S. There's no death certificate either. Another thing is the type of chip she used. It lasts about 7-10 years before it gets broken down and absorbed into the bloodstream. It’s nearing the end of its life, that's why it disconnected,” Kate explained.

They felt relieved. You weren't being tracked by some psycho who had it out for you. It was just a last-ditch effort by your mom to be a part of your life.

“Thank you, Laswell,” Kyle breathed.

“Of course. Enjoy the rest of your vacation- oh and John make sure to ice your back. I know it’s sore,” She teased, the call ending. They chuckled dryly, waiting for someone to speak.

“Her mother chipped her before she left?” John clarified, causing them to nod their heads.

“How do we tell her?” Kyle asked.

“We don't,” John said quickly. The two men stared at their alpha. “What are we supposed to say? Your mother chipped you, but doesn't want to reconnect with you? She knows about how you've been thrown around from omega-holding house to omega-holding house, yet she has done nothing to stop it. She's our omega, it's our job to protect her from information like that. Besides, I'm not sure I want her mother around her anyway. Who’s to say she won’t break her heart again?”

No one could oppose.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!! See you in three days for Chapter 24🧡

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diejager · 1 year ago

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For the monster 141 + kortac, what if laswell sends over a new recruit and the new recruit is a wraith like ghost? How would they react?

Cw: death?, weird monster stuff, Ghost being surprisingly emphatic, sharing traum?, tell me if I missed any.

His mind fogged with the same death-inducing miasma he created, the haze heavy and blinding from where he stood, far enough to catch a whiff, and close enough to see the subtle billow of black. Ghost felt his hackles raised - not at you, who’d recently joined them, but at himself - deep-seated anger and annoyance that showed with the small twitch of his fingers and the tenseness of his shoulders. The bliss ignorance of his teammates only reinforced his irritation, watching them flock to you the way they did with every new - permanent or not - coworker, warm and welcoming, whereas he stood at a distance, lingering and observing.

He had never been one to openly welcome someone he knew nothing of, preferring to keep his distance until he knew whether or not they could be trusted, but there was something intrinsic to you. The way you reeked of death seemed to pull him in, the call of someone who’d suffered the same way he did: faced with death but too stubborn to give in. The sudden flash of black in your eyes told him all he needed, a silent call to him, connecting with his pain and sorrows. You seemed to… comfort him even as you smiled at Price, flashing Ghost a warm light from your understanding eyes.

Empathy. That’s what he felt. Empathetic that one had to go through what he did. It made him step forward, one step at a time until he found himself standing beside Alejandro, waiting until you openly turned to face him to greet you.

“Ghost,” he uttered lowly, much to the surprise of others, used to his estranged character.

And you met him halfway, face strong and proud of how far you’d come - he assumed - fearlessly grasping at his palm with your own gloved hands. You’d also taken to keep everything covered, from head to toe with a weighted hood shadowing half of your face and thick gloves under your jacket. You knew that keeping it hidden worked to protect both you and the people around you.

“Hunter. It’s a pleasure to meet another.”

Perhaps it was even sadder that you were a medic. Such an ironic fate for someone who vowed to heal and protect.

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geneviveleocardius · 8 days ago

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“don’t touch the light”

task force 141 one-shot, modern warfare universe.

the briefing room was quiet. too quiet.

Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost stood around the old comms terminal, the green glow of the military-grade screen flickering across their faces. a black-ops mission in eastern europe. intel had gone dark. too many moving pieces. and Kate Laswell’s voice on the encrypted line wasn’t helping their nerves.

“we need confirmation if Makarov’s involved,” Laswell said.

“we’re working on it,” Price muttered, arms crossed, jaw set tight.

Soap exhaled. “i hate it when the bastard goes quiet. feels like he’s breathing down your neck without touchin’ you.”

then—

the screen glitched. just a flicker at first. a pulse of static.

Laswell’s voice cut out mid-sentence.

“laswell, you copy?” Gaz asked, leaning forward.

nothing.

instead, the screen fuzzed, crackled… and then went black.

a moment later, white letters appeared. jagged. almost playful.

“good evening, gentlemen.”

no voice. no image. just the text.

Soap took a step back. “that’s not good.” Ghost reached for his sidearm on instinct. Price’s eyes narrowed.

then, a voice.

male. smooth. eastern european accent. smug and cold.

“you’ve taken so much from me. now, i take something beautiful from you.”

the screen flickered.

and then… the footage began.

a wedding.

not surveillance.

a home video.

soft light, golden and warm. a garden drenched in dusk. fairy lights in the trees. the gentle chords of a song playing—a woman’s voice, tender and dreamlike. “pick you up at home, quarter to three…”

“..ask you if you want somethin’ to eat,”

the camera zoomed in on Price—much younger. no scars, no ash. wearing a sharp black suit, hair combed back, eyes shining.

and her.

his wife.

spinning with him in slow circles, laughing into his shoulder, her arms around his neck. her dress moved like wind, her bare feet brushing the grass. the kind of joy that makes you ache to remember. and John looked at her like she was the whole world. like if he blinked, she’d vanish.

Soap was frozen. “what the fuck is this…”

Ghost said nothing. didn’t move. just watched. jaw locked.

Gaz swallowed hard. “this… this is personal.”

Price’s hands were clenched so tight they were shaking.

the footage faded to black.

but not for long.

a new clip, choppy, low quality. taken from across the street. from inside a car.

the same woman. older now, but still radiant in that same quiet way. wearing a grey coat, shopping bags in her arms. pushing a cart through a supermarket parking lot. the date stamp in the corner:

“july 22.”

two days ago.

she doesn’t know she’s being watched. she waves kindly to a cashier. smiles as she loads her trunk. hums something under her breath. she’s unaware of the red scope dot that flickers for half a second across her shoulder.

the screen goes black again.

the voice returns.

“you made her a symbol. let’s see how far you’ll go to protect one.”

then silence.

the room was so still it felt like the air had been ripped out of it.

Soap was the first to speak. his voice quiet. “cap…”

Price didn’t answer. just stared at the screen. face unreadable. but his eyes—those blue eyes burned with something dangerous.

“we find him,” Ghost said. low. absolute.

“we end this,” Gaz added.

Soap stepped forward. “i swear to god, captain—he won’t touch her.”

Price finally spoke. his voice was gravel and fire.

“he already has.”

and for the first time in a long time, 141 wasn’t just on a mission.

they were out for blood.

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sunflower567 · 4 months ago

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Callsign: Umbra Masterlist

After taking down Barkov, Price and Laswell regroup to form Task Force 141-bringing back Gaz and a few trusted allies like John 'Soap' McTavish and the Simon 'Ghost' Riley. But this time, Laswell has a wildcard of her own. Her recommendation? Sergeant Imani 'Umbra' Barnes-and her fiercely loyal K9, Alpha.

Based on Imani's reputation and her past mission reports, Price decies to meet with her. To see if she would be a good fit. But as Price prepares to meet the new recruit, a new threat emerges with its sights set squarely on her with a bounty to match.

As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, the team must confront a hidden enemy with a dangerous obsession. But perhaps the biggest mystery isn't the threat they face-it's how the cold, calculating Lieutenant will handle a new teammate who challenges everything he thought he'd buried.

CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED 🔞

Updates one or two chapters every Friday

The female lead: Imani ‘Umbra’ Barnes

Meet the Barnes

Chapter 1: The Recommendation

Chapter 2: The Video

Chapter 3: The One Woman Army

Chapter 4: The Wounded Sergeant

Chapter 5: A Lost and Used Boy

Chapter 6: Me, Myself, And I

Chapter 7: Welcome to Croatia

Chapter 8: A Club to Remember

Chapter 9: Old Habits

Chapter 10: A Singularis

Chapter 11: The Four Wise Monkeys

Chapter 12: A Friendly Match

Chapter 13: The Specter Under the Darkness

Chapter 14: Unlikely Duo

Chapter 15: As a Daughter

Chapter 16: Football, not Soccer

Chapter 17: She's Just One Girl

Chapter 18: How Is She

Chapter 19: The Trauma of Broken People

Chapter 20: Meet Your Opponent

Chapter 21: Don't Follow Me This Time

Chapter 22: Kaboom

Chapter 23: Highway to Hell

Chapter 24: Reaper

Chapter 25: The Mad Doctor

Chapter 26: Follow the Radiation

Chapter 27: We'll Meet Again

Chapter 28: My Little Doll

Chapter 29: March 22, 2010

Chapter 30: Where is My Baby

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lilbardrhi · 7 months ago

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"Broken", Not Stupid Masterlist

Status: Ayyy~ I might be back now! We shall see lol (5/8/2025)

Pairing(s): alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13)

Content Warnings: Omegaverse; cult/cult-like situation; dehumanization; selling children to a cult; talk of omegas being 'locked up' during their heats; negative self-talk

Summary:

Laswell,

We've been made aware of an organization called Salvation and come into contact with an individual who has intel on the mistreatment of countless omegas. The mistreatment we're aware of so far inlcude dehumanization and outright buying child omegas. My lieutenant has assured me that there is far more to this list of mistreatments, but we've yet to sit down and hear statements from the individual.

On a more personal note - this inidividual is who Ghost seems to have chosen as his omega. He took her in directly from a Salvation facility. From what he's told me so far, there's far more than meets the eye with Salvation. They have facilities across the world in almost every country.

This will take time, we all know, but it's not something we can ignore.

Captain Johnathan Price

Author's Note: Y'all, please be careful with this one. It will get dark. Specifically with Salvation - our favorite war criminals are just going about their ways, as per usual. I'll update the content warnings as I go. Any chapter-specific content warnings will be at the top of each chapter, but regular, fic-arching content warnings will be listed here.

Chapters

1: Welcome to Your Salvation

2: Her Name is...

3: ...13

Bonus - Nesting Supplies

4: There Are Worse Options

5: McDonald's

6: Call in the Calvary

7: A Quick Phone Call

8: Home?

9: Shoulders Aren't Earrings

10: Just a Rat... Right?

11: Johnny!

12: A Lot Like You

13: If You're Not Ready... Don't.

14: What Do You Do?

15: You're Pretty...

16: I Am Broken

17: Way Back When

18: A What?!

19: A Morning at Home

20: Contacts

21: Breathe

22: The Elephant in the Room

23: ...

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on-a-lucky-tide · 2 months ago

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I like your Price because he feels so human. In some works I've read he comes across as an untouchable father figure or very two dimensional. Thanks for giving him some depth.

Thank you. I'm glad he chimes well with you.

I think that may be a product of the fandom's average age. 38 seems ancient to a 22 year old. And I guess a CO can adopt a paternalistic slant in a mentoring or leadership role. I've lost track of the time I've picked up young teachers; I've helped fill in mortgage application forms, I've made social worker calls, I've driven them home when they've come into work sick, I've dealt with work place bullies, I've confiscated their laptop to enforce work life balance, I've subbed rent and flat deposits when they've just moved to the area from abroad. It's easy to do when you encounter younger people whose family have left gaps in support, or they're starting out for the first time.

But... I absolutely don't have it together and neither does Price. I'm of a generation and an origin where you were told by your Boomer parents to suffer in silence and never show anything but a veneer of strength. I think that's why many millennials have tried to break the cycle with their own kids. But that means our internal voice is different to what we externalise. And when Price is a "side character" or playing a facilitating role for a narrative, let's say in a Ghoap fic, there's no need to explore his internal voice. He's a narrative device. And there's nothing wrong with that at all. There are always writers who love him who want to give his internal millennial chaos some breathing room.

Also, you can't tell me that someone with that hip swagger, that smile and that camp as fuck sass with Laswell isn't a private disaster. You know he sits in meetings exchanging side eye with Simon knowing full well they're gonna gossip and bitch over a stout and a fag later.

#captain john price #asks #also og price spent three years in a gulag #that man is traumatised to the nth degree #plus you need a degree of mental fortitude in the sas to pass selection #that requires some serious Coping Mechnisms

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aetherghouls · 7 months ago

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I am relistening to the entirety of The Magnus Archives and it's the first time I've done full relisten since I got infected with Modern Warfare and now I am plagued with a thought of codmw x tma

I'm trying to figure out what Fears would fit each one of them

Of course, considering that they are military, the most obvious answer would be the Hunt; considering that all important police officers in TMA are servants of the Hunt. Besides that also Slaughter, maybe, considering that many statements are about soldiers, however the Hunt makes much more sense, looking at what exactly TF141 specialises in. But I do also think the Hunt would be both too easy and would ignore the complexities of the characters as a whole. So, here's a rough idea of what Entities I think would match each of them the most:

(and a quick TW as I will be discussing many common fears and it's a bit too much to list them all)

— Ghost would either be the End or the Buried – the latter in case we talk about '09 Ghost or take the comic book as '22 Ghost's background too. I don't think there's much to add about him here, he is, after all, considered to be the embodiment of Death in cod.

— Gaz would be the Vast or the Hunt – first one is, I admit with shame, inspired by the heli scene in MW2, but some of the missions we play as Gaz just match it too, though it is kind of a stretch. I was thinking about the Lonely, but he doesn't strike me as the type to be targeted by it in the long run, even more to be its servant. Vast makes much more sense here.

— Soap would be the Desolation – the Lightless Flame is quite obvious in his case, being demolitions expert and all, the way he looks at explosions. It is such a simple choice I didn't even hesitate here. UNLESS we talk about Captain MacTavish, then it's Hunt through and through, no questions asked, he is the hunter.

— Price is kind of tricky in my opinion – he matches the Hunt the most out of them all I think, though all of the team does. Maybe aspects of the Slaughter, the things from statements related to military (which, also drives it into the territory of the End in this case). If we talk about '09 Modern Warfare Captain Price, it is the Lonely, mixed with Slaughter and Hunt and maybe the End, but Lonely is the biggest part of it, looking at how he's the only one that survived through the games.

— Talking about the '09 Modern Warfare, Roach! Couldn't miss him, of course. Lonely, probably, he does strike me as the type that would relish in being alone and so being its servant makes sense, somehow. Though if we play with it more, take his call sign into consideration, the Corruption, but not the way Jane Prentiss was the Flesh Hive, just bugs and the skin crawling parts, no rot or decay. It would tie together with how he could have gotten his call sign.

— Laswell would be the Eye – another easy one, considering that she's mostly there as a kind of an informant, gathering intel and all. Not much more to say.

— Nikolai would also be the Vast – it's tied to him being a pilot more than anything else, spending so much time alone in the vastness of the sky. No notes here.

— Makarov is the Slaughter – just like before, easy one, but I do think that, unlike with Price, it includes all of the aspects of the Fear. Pure, unpredictable violence, cold blooded murder. The Hunt, too, maybe, only if we were to think of him as a hunter who kills for the sake of it, not for the hunt itself but for the end goal (so it's a slight sprinkle of the Hunt, as it is about the process itself, not the end). Honestly, thinking about it like that, I think he could lean into the Flesh more than Hunt? Something to think about for the future.

— Shepherd would be the Web — with how he plots and lies, with everything he did "for the country", the Web is another obvious choice here, it makes perfect sense. He is the one pulling the strings behind the scenes, getting others to do his dirty work, it's perfect.

I have some other thoughts (Graves and Shadows being the Hunt/Slaughter maybe), but this is all I have for now I think. It could easily be mixed more with other AUs (looking at bluegiragi's Monster AU, which itself could give much more nuance to the Fears that could fit the characters based on what creatures and monsters the characters are in that AU. Example: Simon in that AU would be serving the Dark and the End)

No one is probably reading this either way and I don't think there's much overlap in the fandoms, but I do think this is a fun idea of mixing both universes and there's much more to be said about it all, if anyone ever wants to hear me yap more :D

It is heavily unedited and just written in the moment, it may not make much sense and I may revisit this to correct some stuff (like how I keep mixing Flesh and Slaughter into one thing 🧍)

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diejager · 1 year ago

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just thought of something really funny for the monster cod au. what if reader has a small emotional support dog, and reader is just kissing, cuddling and saying “i love you”s to the dog. do you think the animal hybrids would get jealous of the dog bc of their animal instincts?

Cw: jealousy, tell me if I missed any.

You came with a K9, a big Shepherd and collie mix that you took in after you completed you medic training, a little friend you trained and spent your time with. You two were a package deal, the Task Force wouldn’t have you without Milo, and vice versa. You were assured by Laswell that they didn’t mind K9s in the TF, it was a welcome sight to have an actual dog rather than a hybrid or monster. You took it with stride, Milo by your side at all times and they were never bothered by it, how protective he was of you and how much attention you gave him, but you hadn’t expected to see some grow… jealous of Milo.

You watched Soap and König especially turn green with envy, their burning glare shot towards you fury friend when you kissed his nose and praised him for being such a good boy. He truly was, your loyal and affectionate companion that you nurtured since he was a pup, fighting side by side with you when you were on the field. Soap - sweet Johnny - would shift more often, throwing himself at you whenever you were walking Milo. Rather than simply walking a dog, you walked a dog and a werewolf, a jealous and drooling werewolf that kept rubbing his side against yours, panting and growling out words that you didn’t understand. It was hilarious, seeing how jealousy made Johnny act, his tongue lolling out to lick over your cheek, demanding kisses and praises with his wide and gleaming eyes after you gave them to Milo.

König was as unsubtle about it as Soap was, voicing his envy with nonverbal cues for affection. He would trail behind you, his broad figure so quiet, and tugged at your shirt, mumbling incoherent words until you gave him you attention. He’d stare you down, fluttering his lashes for compliments, whether they were teasing ones or loving ones, he took all and anything you gave him. It was rather… König was less eager than Soap was with praises, but he was more stubborn with it, silent demands and needs for the occasional praise or words of affirmation that you still loved him.

Ghost and Horangi never showed a sign of discontent about the amount of love you gave Milo, but they did towards Soap and König’s unabashed need for it, some slight disgust and growls, snarling at the other for something you truly didn’t understand. Price and Alejandro were… they found enjoyment in your sticky situation, you caught them throwing you a mean grin when you passed them with either Soap, König or both of them stalking behind you. You remembered them calling Soap and König lost pups with heart eyes.

Then there was Gaz and Rudy, godsends, the gentle but logical figures of the team, they would step in to redirect Soap or König’s attention towards them to let you go about your day. If Johnny followed you around, a big wolf drooling all over the floor, scaring others away, Rudy would send his cadejos to herd the big wolf back. If König became your third shadow, his giant figure looming over you and making everyone hesitant to seek your help when they needed needed it, Gaz was there to offer to cuddle up in the couch and let König run his fingers through his wings.

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Waking Lions 22

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Here we are folks! Three more chapters after this. I will be posting one chapter a week until this is done.

Hopefully that's enough incentive to keep y'all from mobbing me. Hee hee.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, stressful situations, threats of violence, deceitful practices and language, swearing, injury.

Word count: 1.3k

John parked in front of the building, which looked as nondescript as ever. But it felt like it had been much longer since you’d last been here, longer than the hours that had actually passed.

Less than a day. Less than one full day you’d been gone, and your world had tipped sharply.

Thinking about it made you nauseous, so you shunted the thought aside. Kate. You were here for Kate. Everything else would wait.

“Stay behind us,” John insisted, handing you the gun again. He held your gaze, waiting until you nodded to release the gun to you.

You followed the two of them up the stairs, for once itching not to run away from something, but towards it. You needed to make sure Kate was okay, get her away from Gray and home safely to her wife.

Anything else, you could handle. But not losing Kate.

John slowed as the three of you approached the top floor. He shot you one single look, a very clear reminder to stay behind him.

You didn't need reminding. You had no intention of acquiring more bullet holes any time soon.

John and Roach went first, pushing open the door to the top floor and sweeping the space. You moved a little more slowly after them, swallowing hard.

Find Kate and leave. That's all you cared about.

The door to the conference room shattered with a gunshot from inside. John and Roach both moved, and you ended up being pushed into the wall by Roach. The second shot hit the wall harmlessly.

The fire alarm went off, likely pulled by someone on a lower floor. You grimaced at the loud siren, the extra noise doing nothing to help the situation. But Roach just motioned you to stay put.

What remained of the door opened with a crash. The mercenary had barely stepped out of the room before John shot him, the body falling in front of the door.

“I see you are still alive,” Gray called through the open door. “A pity my men did not do their job.”

“And they still won't.” John kept his fury leashed, voice cold. “Give up now and I might let you live.”

Gray laughed, sending goosebumps up your spine. “Such bravado! I am not surprised. But you see, you are outnumbered. I have something you want, whereas you… have nothing.”

Roach pushed you back harder into the wall, which was good because you had just opened your mouth to protest. Instead you made a tiny wheezing noise as half the air in your lungs was forced out by the soldier in front of you.

Fucking rude.

“That so?” John remained calm, staying out of sight of the open door.

“Price,” Kate said from inside the room.

You clenched your hands as tight as you could around the gun. Fuck. She sounded okay, but…

“Laswell.” John, somehow, was still not audibly responding.

“You see? Something you want.” Gray sounded far too smug.

John was silent for a few long moments, shifting his position just enough to be able to look at you and Roach. He lifted one finger to his lips, holding your gaze, and waited until you nodded to look away.

“I do have something you want,” John pointed out, calm but cold. He had a plan, clearly.

At least, you hoped he had a plan. If he didn't, he was faking it very well.

“You?” Gray laughed. “What could you have that I want?” Derision dripped from every word, his amusement clearly mocking.

John didn't seem to care. “Ace. And a way out of this building alive.”

“You think I won't kill you too?” Gray hissed, the still-screeching fire alarm only making him sound more unhinged.

“You're welcome to try,” John ground out, voice lowering to an absolutely threatening growl.

Silence from the meeting room for several long moments. If you had to guess, Gray was debating his options. Debating the best way forward to get what he wanted.

You fidgeted behind Roach, swallowing back nerves as best you could. It was not in your nature to stand by and listen to people haggling over your life.

Roach reached back and tapped you twice on the side. You weren't sure if that was supposed to be reassurance or a reminder to stay quiet. Either way, you drew in a deep breath.

“What is it you're proposing?” Gray asked finally.

John was quiet for a moment, and you could see his gaze flick to you. “An exchange,” he finally offered.

If you trusted him any less, you would have been outraged. As it was, Roach's tap to your side was unnecessary. You weren't going to jeopardize John.

“Intriguing,” Gray said, curious. “I do appreciate a man who can weigh the worth of two lives and choose one.”

Your jaw clenched tight at that, a memory slamming into you, of Gray standing before you father. Something about the weight of lives… But it was gone again, shoved back deep where you'd buried it. You needed to focus. Not fall apart.

“Then come out,” John goaded. “Get this over with before more people get involved.”

As if to emphasize his words, the fire alarm screeched once more and went quiet. The sudden silence was almost worse than the constant noise. Almost.

The silence stretched. Five seconds. Ten. Too long, much too long. Gray was planning something, he always was, John had to know–

Gunshots broke the silence, and Roach pushed you harder back into cover, obstructing your view as he did. But you could hear the gunfire continue, then a masculine shout. Two more shots, a little different sounding than the earlier ones. The sounds of a struggle - grunts and thuds.

Then three more shots, so close together you almost couldn't hear the difference.

“Do not shoot,” Kate barked.

You perked up, straining to try to see around Roach. He didn't move, keeping you covered for now.

There was a brief choking noise, spluttering, another thud. The steady beat of boots against the floor.

“Need help?” John asked, further away now. Glass crunched under boots.

“Move,” you hissed at Roach. “Let me see–” You pushed past him with a little bit of a struggle, half-running past the bodies on the floor without a second glance at them.

There were exactly two people you cared to see right now. The bodies weren't either of them.

You skidded to a halt outside the shattered glass door, peering into the room. Two more bodies on the floor, blood slowly seeping into the thin carpet. John, standing over Kate and Gray, where Kate had Gray pinned face-down in what looked like a truly agonizing hold.

Blood smeared from Kate's temple into her mussed hair and down her cheek.

The floor next to Gray's head caved in under the bullet, bits of carpeting flying away from the impact. Gray shouted something indistinguishable, thrashing a little under Kate.

“Ace,” John soothed, turning to face you. “We've got him. Give me the gun.”

You didn't give him the gun, gaze trained on Gray. On the man who'd haunted your nightmares for years.

“Ace,” John repeated. “Give me the gun.” One hand stretched out slowly towards you, careful not to spook you.

He needn't have worried. You would never shoot him.

Kate said your birth name softly, and your gaze snapped to her instead. She watched you, holding Gray down with little effort. The pain he was in likely helped with that. “I've got him,” she told you, steady and calm. “Steady.”

You blinked once, looking back down to Gray. He was no longer moving, breathing hard against the carpet. You hadn't seen him last time, when Kate had captured him that first time. You didn't know if this was quite the same.

But you did know that this time, you weren't a scared little girl.

“I'm sorry, Kate,” you said sincerely. “But you had him last time, too.”

You pulled the trigger.

#waking lions #john price x reader #john price x you #f!reader

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laswells-ashtray · 8 months ago

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Favourite Kate Laswell softie moment vs stone-cold badass imagine? (In game or just what you would believe?)

Kate Laswell at her best in the games is when she snaps a man's neck with his own gun in MW2 and I don't feel I have to elaborate. Sorry but as someone who suffers from gay-for-Laswell disorder, an incurable condition with a a miserable fate, one in which I am not her wife, I will never stfu about that one moment.

Laswell's biggest softie moment is when she gets time away from work, it's early morning and she plans on staying in bed until the afternoon but her evil, heartless wife tries to get up early. In a typically uncharacteristic move for the blonde she just wraps her arms around her wife, pulling the other woman back onto the bed before resting her head on her wife's chest, nuzzling her face into the fabric of her t-shirt.

"Kate, I need to go shopping. Our fridge is empty."

Her wife is met with a displeased grumble and Kate tightening her grip around her. So, she decides she'll give Kate a few minutes before getting up again and properly this time.

They're both asleep within two minutes and they don't get out of bed until 13:22 exactly, and that's only because one of them has to pee.

#kate laswell #laswells wife #laswell cod #kate laswells wife

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prowlingz · 2 years ago

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- Sticky Situation -

smut (cuck?? Idk read the summary 😭) 18+

MW2 | Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell.

I’m from Germany and only just learned English, so please don’t be upset at any grammatical errors!

Summary: You are the perfect person for the job: seduce ‘Mark Ruffolo’ better known as ‘Mr. M’. You need to distract him long enough for team 141 to infiltrate the building, take down any guards in the way - and capture Mr. M alive. Thing is, his guards check on him periodically (every 15 or so minutes), and the only way he won’t is if someone is in need of his full attention and he doesn’t want to be bothered. Price had the room rigged with cameras so they can be sure the plan is in action; but a few members get insanely jealous watching another man touch you..

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“This is going to be so fucking ridiculous” you say, your face growing ever redder.

You look up to meet Laswell’s gaze, she looks deeply saddened by this predicament.

“You don’t have to sleep with him, just..” she pauses, unsure of what to say next. “Keep him.. occupied” she finished sternly.

The tension in the room is thick. No one is comfortable sending you into this situation, especially seeing fear in your eyes.

“We are going to send a.. what? 22 year old, new member into some perverts playhouse? What a damn welcome..” Gaz says to Laswell, he furrows his eyebrows.

He’s right. You only joined 141 two months ago after being recommended due to your skills as an agile sniper.

“Look: it wasn’t my decision. Unless any of you boys want to get all dolled up for the pervert?” she says, clearly frustrated as she’s had to say multiple times now that it wasn’t her call, and to not get mad at her over it.

Silence fills the room. Everyone looks uncomfortable, and most of them take pity glances at you. You bite your bottom lip and keep your gaze down.

You know what you have to do.

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The ride there was silent. Plan is, Soap will wear a guard’s outfit and bring you to the front gate as an “escaped whore”, where you’ll be taken up to the man..hopefully.

This plan definitely left a lot of room for improvement, but there was little time, and the mood seemed solemn.

“I..” you begin to speak, not even knowing what to say but knowing you should say something. Before you can get another word out, you find yourself there.

You were wearing a short white ruffled dress, no shoes. This apparently was what Mr. M’s ‘whores’ would wear.

No one said a word as you stepped out, all keeping their heads down. Soap grabbed your wrist tightly to make it seem he was dragging you back like a dog.

“Does this hurt?” he says, looking down at you.

“I don’t mind it” you say in response. “Let’s just get this over with”

You both make your way to the front gate, where two guards point guns at you, and lower once they realize a ‘guard’ is with you.

“Found this whore trying to escape. Thought I’d bring her back for a punishment” he clearly hated every word of the sentence, and his grip on you tightened right before he has to let you go.

You don’t turn back to say goodbye, instead, you obediently get pushed around by one of the guards up to Mr. M.

You track mud throughout the building. You’re totally alone. You have no one to rely on if shit hits the fan other than your own skills. You reassure yourself they wouldn’t have sent you in if they knew the danger was way too risky.. right? You think back to 141’s solemn faces: they looked defeated before we even began.

Lost in thought, but still being dragged by the guard, you get snapped out of your headspace by a knock on the large door in front of you.

“Come in”, you hear a husky voice respond to the knock.

You step into the room.. well.. you’re thrown into it basically, but catch yourself. The guard turns on his heel and leaves. You were dumped like trash.

“What do we have here?”

You turn, and make eye contact with a tall man. You never thought Mr. M would be so young, attractive and..tall. Even though the ceiling was likely 30 feet high, it still feels like he could touch it. He was likely 6’7”, had bright blond hair and cold blue eyes. They reminded you of Soap’s eyes, how you could get lost in them for hours. Mr. M’s hair was so similar to Ghost’s, it almost made you laugh. But instead, you were quickly knocked right back into reality when you remembered your situation.

You knew that 141 was watching from the cameras, which to you were quite easily spotted due to your intensive training and excellent eyesight as a sniper.

“S-sir” you say sheepishly, making eye contact with the man.

He examines you. All of you.

You stand there, not moving a muscle.

Before you can open your mouth for another word, he picks you up like it’s nothing, or.. more like you’re nothing. He treats you like an object at disposal.

He takes you over to his desk and has you straddling him. You don’t know what to do with your hands, until he moves them to your breasts.

“Hmm..such a good girl” he hums. Praise from any man is enough to undue you, but this man is super fucking hot too.

You let out the slightest whimper to his praise, which he caught immediately. You continue staring at the marble floor to your right, and your face grows ever so redder.

“What is your name?” he asks.

You make eye contact with him. His cold gaze is piercing you.

Paranoia fills you. ‘Shit. SHIT. He knows. He knows..’ is all you keep thinking, not even able to understand his question.

“Do you not know English? Wie heißen Sie? (What is your name?)” he gives you a confused look and pouts his lips.

You know German, but never discussed this with 141. You respond to his question either way.

“My name is y/n” you say sheepishly.

He hums in your response.

“Such a pretty name for a pretty little girl like yourself” he chuckles.

You accidentally loosen yourself and drop a little into his groin. He lets out a slight groan at this and takes your hands, placing them on his shoulders for you. He moves his hands down to your waist and pushes you further onto his clothed erection. He groans even louder this time.

“Fuck..” he puts out.

IN THE 141 VAN

“That mother fucker.. I’m going to kill him” Soap says, staring at the glowing monitor of all the different angles Mr. M is touching you.

His hands move off of your hips and slides down to touch your ass.

Jaws lock in the car, gritting of teeth. The only rational one right now is Price.

“When can we get this fucker?” Ghost speaks out, though it wasn’t really a question, more of a statement.

“As soon as he turns off his radio, he will have no communication to anything outside of the room” Price responds, he doesn’t even look at the monitor, only listens.

You were told to ask his name, since not a lot of people know it, especially not girls he kidnapped off the street or bought from sex trafficking. It’d be suspicious not to ask him.

“What’s.. what’s your name?” you ask looking at him.

He hums.

“You can call me Mark for our session, if that’s okay with you, princess?” you haven’t felt this kind of touch in months, even if it is from some pervert.. it feels.. nice?

He plays with your ass before bringing his hands up to your hip, leaning in and leeching on your neck.

“Let me mark what’s mine..” he says, continuing to bite on your neck.

You can’t help but let out a little moan. Your hands grip onto his shoulders and you press yourself further onto him.

“Ah..such a needy little girl, are we? Hmm?” he chimes.

It feels too good to disagree.

Your response is pushing harder onto his twitching erection and rubbing your clit with his clothed tip. You let out a slight moan at the contact.

“I bet you’d feel so fucking good taking all of me..” he can’t help but say.

You are enjoying this, but know the real goal here is the radio. If you’re caught turning it off, then you know the mission is over, and possibly your life too.

Just then, a knock at his door.

He stops kissing onto your neck, and cranes his head towards the door, grabbing his radio.

“What the fuck is it? I’m busy” his radio hisses.

The static noise on the radio is starting to piss him off.

“Don’t fucking knock on my door or bother me for the next hour” he turns the radio to ‘of’.

You get so excited, but try not to show it.

He looks back at you, noticing something is off.

“What’s wrong, hun?”

You look at him.

“I’m just.. nervous.. it’s my first time” you think of on the spot.

His eyes light up. He looks down at your body even more satiable than before. He lifts your dress up, revealing your white panties with a beautiful lace around the hem.

You shift your weight.

Before you know it, he’s lifting you off his chair to take off your panties. He shoves them into his dress pants before admiring you. Your slick drooling all over his clothed erection..

“Fuck.. you’re so needy for me, aren’t you?”

You watch him move his hands from your thigh, to his left one grabbing your ass and the right one immediately rubbing circles on your clit.

You fall down onto him, you forgot how good it felt to be touched like this.

He groans and you can see his dick twitching through his pants. “You are so fucking wet..” his fingers trace your nerdy hole, spreading it with to fingers.

You moan, and muffle it by leaning into his shoulders and arching your back onto his fingers. You know damn well what you’re doing.

You can’t imagine what your teammates are thinking at the moment.. I mean.. they knew this is what you were getting into, right? Who told them they had to watch?

Before you can even think, he throws you onto the desk in front of him.

You’re shocked, but remember not to let your reflexes hinder this. You still are wearing the dress, which isn’t allowed. He rips it off of you and starts swirling his tongue onto your left nipple.

He presses his erection against your leaking pussy and palms himself. He moves over to the right nipple and you tug on his hair.

Now the thought of your team watching you get ravaged like this was sort of a turn on. You never thought you’d find yourself enjoying something like this so much. You look to your right and make eye contact with one of the cameras. Hoping that they were still watching, you let a smile out as you moaned from his touch.

His stops contact, clearly very out of breath and flustered himself. He looks down at your dripping pussy, now red nipples after his abuse, and the hickeys formed on your neck.

He pulls off his belt, then pulls his pants off. He slides off his briefs and springs out a huge cock. Maybe 2 inches thick and 7 inches tall. His tip pulsates and is leaking pre cum all over.

He uses one hand and grabs your waist.

God.. you were hoping those boys were taking their sweet time. You didn’t want this day to ever end.

With his other hand, he slides his tip along your slit, making sticky noises..

You can’t help but buck your hips up to him, and he obliges in your request. He slowly sinks his tip inside of you. You scream in pain and pleasure from his shear size, and you’re not even 2 inches deep. He is stretching you out so well..

“You like when I stretch you out like this? Your little pussy feels so..” he groans as he pushes himself deeper “…good. So good.. such a good girl, all to me..” he keeps praising. You can’t even think straight as he pushes himself deeper into you.

Without any warning, he slams himself fully into you.

You can feel yourself stretched out and plead “a-ah! Please..ah..fuck..”

He doesn’t respond to your pleas, instead ramming himself deeper into you with every second going by making you reach your end..

You begin whining “please..PlEasE.. I’m going to cum..please” but your begs fall on silent ears.

He continues and before you know it, you reach your climax. Your walls tightly squeezing across him, and you feel him empty his hot liquid into you.

As he pulls out, an audible *POP* is heard. His eyes widen, you both try and catch your breath. You watch the cum seep out of you, when you begin seeing blood.

“I must’ve stretched you a little too good, hmm agent?” It took you a minute to register what he has said, before you look up at him and see a sly smile on his face.

“W-what..?” You respond.. did he know? Your heart, already beating fast begins to beat faster and faster.

“Let’s get you cleaned up!” He looks over at the same camera you were smiling at just minutes ago. “I hope you boys enjoyed the show!”. He picks you up. Your legs weak and drops you into a warm bath. He wraps himself into a towel and drags a chair over by the tub.

“How did..” you begin to speak.

“It was quite obvious. None of my girls are as stunning as you, and..” he grabs your right arm.

“They are branded by numbers. You don’t have one” he states the obvious.

“What about.. the cameras?” You say, dumbfounded and a bit fearful for your life.

He looks at you, still smiling. “Oh I found those weeks ago. Figured something was coming, and knew it immediately when I saw you!”

You just stare up at him. How can this man be so..charming and terrifying at the same time. Like a fallen angel.

Before you can get another word in, he’s leaves out fresh clothes for you and gets himself dressed swiftly.

“They will be here any minute I presume?” he looks down at you.

“You aren’t going to kill me?” You ask. If you were in his shoes, you would’ve kill you..

“No, I don’t do that”

That’s a blatant lie.. you know this man has killed thousands with his business.

“Right..”

You hear the door bust open and hear Ghost screaming at him to come out.

You get up albeit a bit shakily. You innocently put the clothes on that he left and walk out too, not even bothering to put your hands up.

The men swarm him, clearly wishing he’d do something so they could kill this bastard.

“Are you alright?” Ghost asks.

“Never been better” you say, leaning against the wall.

It’ll definitely be a few days before you’ll be able to walk again. And those marks aren’t going away any time soon..

#cod mw2 #mw2 #cuckholding #ao3 #fanfic #x reader #smut #mw2 smut #mw2 x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #ghost x soap x reader

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injestedsoap · 10 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/zeenmrala/710983885953138688/blossoming-romance-writing-prompts-accidental

#22 pretty please for GhostRoachSoap

blossoming romance writing prompts

22. playful teasing

On Monday Roach went to put on his boots and pulled his foot out with a yell.

"Dude," Gaz yawned, giving him the best approximation of a scowl he could when it was six in the morning.

Roach signed sorry before reaching into the boot nervously and shivering when he closed his hand around something cold and hard and... he pulled out a tiny glass duck. He rolled his eyes.

Soap.

Soap had found out you could bulk order little bitty rubber ducks and now it was everyone's problem.

Well.

Everyone but specifically Roach and Ghost. Sure Gaz has found ducks in his dresser drawers and his pockets and sitting on his contact holder. Price had found them in all of his desk drawers, his hat, his secret cigar box everyone knew about, and in all of his pencil cups. But Ghost and Roach seemed to find them everywhere.

On Tuesday Ghost went to put on his mask and it took him much longer than it should have to notice little tiny lump on the very top of his head. When he pulled out the little duck he forced down a grudging smile even as he rolled his eyes. Crafty little fucker.

At breakfast he gave Johnny a thump on the back of the head and put the duck down beside his coffee. "Keep out of my mask."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lt," Soap said, smiling as he took a bite out of his toast.

When Ghost went to get his food and make his tea there were two little ducks in with his favorite tea bags. When he turned back to glower at Johnny he was very busy spreading jam across his English muffin.

On Wednesday the Humvee Ghost and Roach were riding in was utterly infested with ducks. One in each cup holder, a handful in the glove compartment, at least ten scattered across the dashboard, and one in each seat. Roach went to lower the sun blocker a duck fell into his lap.

"This is getting bloody out of hand," Ghost muttered, collecting the ducks up.

Don't throw them away!

Under the mask Ghost felt himself blush. "Why not?" He asked, he hadn't been planning on it. He supposed he probably should, it didn't make any sense to give them back to Johnny only to be bothered with them again. He looked to Roach who was carefully collecting them and placing them in his pocket, even behind the goggles Ghost could tell the younger man was avoiding eye contact.

"You know he'll just cover our bunks with them if we give them back, right?"

Roach made a little humming noise behind his mask and held one of the ducks up to look at it more closely. Ghost stayed silent and watched. He could wait.

Roach finally deposited all the ducks in his pocket before signing in a way that made it clear he was mumbling, It's fun.

Ghost made sure his eye roll was as visible and audible as possible and ignored the little laugh behind Roach's mask. "Fun," He muttered, "Yeah tons of fun with these little fuckers." he shoved his share of the ducks into his pocket and started up the Humvee. Fun.

On Thursday they got bad information and Roach's bullet proof vest did its job but didn't stop four ribs from breaking.

On Friday Ghost took a knife to the hand that looked like extended leave.

On Saturday Soap put in a request for the exact same amount of time off as Roach and Ghost

And on Sunday Laswell reached out to them about a health spa hotel she was booking them all stays at.

The three room suite was perfect, Roach decided. He healed fast but his ribs were still tender and knowing that he had Ghost and Soap nearby if he needed them was a real weight off his mind. They each had a bathroom with a shower and toilet and sink but then they also had a massive private spa accessible by any of the three rooms. The heated pool was big enough that Ghost could swim laps if he wanted to and the view it offered was pretty damn spectacular.

"Should have brought your ducks." Ghost joked, clapping Soap on the back with his good hand.

"Aye," Soap said in a distracted way before they had all broken off into their separate rooms. Roach, for his part, was fucking exhausted. He fell asleep almost as soon as he hit the pillow. It was hours later when he woke up, the sun was low in the sky and he wondered if he could see the sun set from the spa. He started to sit up and let out a noise of surprise when... things fell off him. Roach scrambled for the light and when he turned it on he threw his head back and groaned. Ducks! Ducks, ducks, ducks! In the adjacent room he heard a string of swears from Ghost who must have also woken up in the same state. Roach sat up and climbed out of bed, careful of the ducks leading off the bed set in a very neat row leading to... Roach felt a funny kind of excitement in his chest as he followed the trail of ducks to the spa door. He had... well he had a hope he was going to find something on the other side of the door. Roach reached for the knob when his door was flung open and Ghost walked in. He looked around and huffed, "You too?" He asked, then looked to the door that Roach was standing next to, "Well let's see what the fucker wants I guess,"

Roach was fighting a grin as Ghost opened the door. How one of the smartest people Roach knew was able to miss such blatant signals was amazing.

The door whipped open and Soap, grinned up at the two of them. The sunset behind him set the sky on fire in streaks of orange and pink and red, it was beautiful, but Roach couldn't take his eyes off the naked man in the water smiling at the two of them.

"Hey," Soap said, swimming over to them, his gorgeous ass bobbing in the water as he did, "You followed the ducks."

Next to him Ghost let out a little 'oh', in the heated pool Soap smiled broadly, pushing his hair out of his face before reaching out and beckoning the two of them in.

#soap #roach #ghost #soapghostroach #cod ficclet #esquestrian #this got... so far away from me

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