#cod text post

[bone-trash]

Part 1

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[glendylucast]

That's it. Thats the post lol

[morimementa]

The fun thing about COD is that everyone who calls the 141 and every other operator their precious little mew mew skrunkly is fully aware that Soap once used an enemy soldier as a meat shield, Price responded to a barricade by attempting vehicular manslaughter, Gaz saw one terrorist attack and decided going feral was an option that should be on the table, and Ghost is, well, Ghost.

They know their little mew mews are war criminals and they do not care.

[lemonwrap]

The 141 as text posts + bonus Ghostsoap

[mapelapple]

Average Ghoap interaction

[starvulture]

anyway, since im in financial aid hell with my school rn....

simon riley who really is only an acquaintance to you, some guy you're friendly with because you seem to have a similar routine when it comes to the cafe two blocks from your house and the physical therapist office you both attend.

simon, who's on extended medical leave from a torn rotator cuff surgery and six weeks into twelve of his own physical therapy treatment.

simon who overhears you with a friend in the cafe one morning venting your frustrations with the cost of school and the limits of your own finances. who doesn't mention it until you're both in the waiting room, sitting with one chair between you as usual (he's a big guy, he likes the space to spread his legs. he pretends he hasn't seen your glances).

"going back to school, then?" he asks, quiet and gruff as always.

you wrinkle your nose at the reminder of your current stresses. "yeah," you say, staring down at the carpet. "dunno if i can afford it, though. rent's already so high, and groceries, and then this..." you gesture vaguely, but he knows you mean whatever condition it is you're here for is bleeding you dry.

"shame," he says, and leaves it at that.

"what do you do?" you ask after a long moment of silence. a muscle in his thigh twitches.

"military," he says, meeting your eye when you finally look at him.

you nod, a puzzle piece sliding into place about why he must be here in this office with you. "ah."

"benefits aren't bad," he says, quietly. "medical's paying for all o' this." he nods around the room, a much more leisurely mirror of your earlier hand gesture.

"i should hope so, considering they probably put you where you got whatever it is you're here for." the corner of your mouth lifts in a wry smile.

the conversation stops there when one of you is called in to your appointment. simon doesn't bring it up again, not until something changes.

you run into each other at a bar.

simon's got a beer in hand, something cold and refreshing while he catches up with soap and gaz in the corner. they're on a brief leave and stopped by to visit for an evening before fucking off for a week to wherever it is they have plans to be. simon won't ever say it in as many words, not right now, but he's glad to see them, happy to listen to whatever story they're telling him, until he sees you.

he downs the beer for an excuse to go get another, waving off the two men who offer to go get it when he says "need to stretch my legs," eyes fixed on you the whole time.

"celebratin'?" he asks when he slides into an empty space beside you at the counter, catching the bartender's attention for a refill with a lazy raise of his empty bottle.

"simon," you greet in surprise. he nods at your drink and your slight smile slides away. "not really," you reply to his question. "more like drowning my sorrows. i don't think school's gonna happen this time."

simon frowns, eyes scanning you up and down. your drooped, sad shoulders, the sad, slightly bitter smile that doesn't reach your eyes.

"you know," he says, slowly, as if hesitant. normally wouldn't even dare to think it if he hadn't had just enough to drink. "there's plenty scholarships for military spouses."

it's a wonder he can keep a straight face at the shocked raise of your eyebrows.

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Judge: Does the defendant have any special requests? Simon: Death penalty Y/N, from the gallery: It's literally just a parking ticket Simon, whispering into the mike: Please kill me

[ivviannaa]

nikolai who is oddly wealthy and shows his love through giving gifts. whenever he goes to another country, he always gets price the most expensive cigar he can find, buys laswell's wife the fancy wine that she likes. farah's not one for material things, so he just rides on over to urzikstan and picks her up so that she can enjoy a nice helo ride. he has too much money and time on his hands but he decides to use it for good

[killerpancakeburger]

Ghost: *throwing a knife into an enemy's throat expertly*

Y/N: HOLY FUCKING SHIT?? THAT WAS SO FUCKING COOL?? CAN YOU TEACH ME????

Y/N: *makes a hopeful puppy face and their eyes are full of stars*

Soap, who is still a bit of a Ghost fanboy deep inside: *makes the same face*

Ghost, starting to sweat: Oh fuck there's two of 'em

[moth-r4t]

hi, i forgot to post these. posted on my tiktok as well

[bone-trash]

Part 2

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[polarisbear]

more dweebs (Very detailed image description below.)

a drawing of grian, ethoslab, tangotek, and smallishbeans. grian is in his season 10 fishing skin and the rest are in different outfits referencing their base themes.

grian is in his fishing skin looking very tired with his fishing rod swung over his shoulder and an ear pierced with a brassy fish hook. he’s a cod hybrid with fin-ears and a stubby tail. behind him blue snail is munching on some leaves.

etho is posing with a neck sheepishly behind his neck and the other resting on his bag. he’s in the postal uniform polo with a green, canadian maple-themed yukata loosely worn and slipping off his shoulder. he has fingerless gloves on under. he is wearing dark red pleated pants and light green heeled crocs. he has a black and red messenger bag with a trellis motif. etho is an arctic fox hybrid with brown legs and streaks through his hair. doodles below show what his paws look like under the crocs and one shows him posing with a note saying “ties up sleeves.” above him another note reads “streaks bc his winter coat is shedding.”

tango is posing confidently with a wrench. he is in the postal uniform polo, with chunky brown and orange gloves and boots, topped off with red, pinstriped overalls. one strap is not around his shoulder, and on the belt around the overalls they carry a small bag, a screwdriver, and a vial of redstone. he has on brown goggles with blue lenses. tango has fire for hair and pointed ears. above him there’s a doodle of the messenger bag that’s secured on his back. it shows how the orange straps tuck over the whole outfit and lead to a dark red and pinstripe blue bag with cog detailing.

joel is giving an indignant pose like he’s complaining. he is wearing a black undershirt that fades out into his light green claws, a pink kimono with only one sleeve of cherry blossom patterns, and a dark grey vest and cherry blossom-patterned obi tie it off. the vest has a cherry blossom crest on the back. joel also has on dark pink pants with a cherry blossom motif on the bottom and on his left arm there’s a bracer with a screen built in. crawling all over the undershirt there are cybernetic patterns connecting joel’s skin through to the undershirt. joel is a tanuki, hence why he has a leaf on his head. around joel are doodles showing the crest on the back of his vest and the pattern on the sleeve.

[morimementa]

AU where Ghost is a retired veteran with a service dog and Soap is an overworked cashier and they have a meet cute when Riley senses Soap's distress and starts interacting with him. Soap assumes it's just Riley being friendly but then Ghost is like, "Mate? You should go on break."

Soap happens to run into him again as he's clocking out and they hit the library together (the bar is too loud). A few years later, Riley is standing by Ghost at their wedding, looking very smart in a bow tie.

[moonriseoverkyoto]

warnings: suggestive content, nurse and medic are the same thing on a military base, mentions Gaz sleeping around, slight nods to a power dynamic and possible degradation kink, sexual innuendos, and Gaz getting turned on by a strong woman. MDNI

Pt.2, pt.3

Kyle “Scrub Seducer” Garrick being head over heels for the new medic on base who doesn’t react to his charms. In fact, she’s disgusted by him. Sure the man has had challenges in the past with other medics but nothing he couldn’t fix with a few whispers of sweet nothings and a flash of those pearly whites. Until the seemingly unstoppable charm of Gaz finally met the immovable object of you.

Kyle “Scrub Seducer” Garrick first met you as he curled up to the medic station. He noticed you immediately because, to be frank, you were probably the only medic around his age on base that he hadn’t slept with by now. You were hunched over at the med station doing notes for yet another soldier who died too young, too fast, too tragically.

Kyle “Scrub Seducer” Garrick had this routine down to a beat. He’d smile, flirt, and read the file. To him these flings for intel and sex meant nothing but a foot in the door next time and somebody to keep his bed warm when he wasn’t deployed. No matter how respectful he was, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick was a fuck boy. A medic munch, one could even say.

Except this time when Kyle “Scrub Seducer” Garrick showed his pearly whites, he realized you hadn’t even glanced at him yet.

Kyle “Scrub Seducer” Garrick thought you were just having a bad day. He could fix that riiiiight up for you, baby girl. Just let him get a peak.

“Hey sweet thing, so I was hoping to be able to peek at that file of yours-“ the clicking of your tongue cutting him off quickly.

“Not happening.”

“It’s not for anything bad, I promise you, gorgeous. Just curious about a friend”

“You can’t promise me shit, Sergeant, except stolen information and a waste of my time”

The man leaned over, letting his voice drop a little, “Oh I could give you a good time, if you gave me that file right there in those pretty hands of yours-” The orange file was suddenly rolled up and used to pop him right on the nose. Your fierce gaze piercing as if you were looking right through him.

Kyle “Scrub Seducer” Garrick swore his knees were gonna give out at the intensity of your tone, the venom dripping as you spoke.

“Sergeant, you have a reputation for being beautiful, you know that? But you know what’s more beautiful than you?” a false sense of sweetness almost lulled his lashes to flutter.

“Besides you, I’m not sure there is nothing on this planet more beau-”

“The thing more beautiful than you is HIPPA, baby boy. Look it up. Maybe try doing your own research that doesn’t require my badge, my precious patients, or my job.” You snapped. The man jolting as you slammed the file cabinet shut and locked it loudly. Then you walked off, your hips swaying as you disappeared from his line of sight.

The Sergeant didn’t even mind all the shit that Johnny and his Captain gave him when the man walked back empty handed, a once in a blue moon occurrence. Especially with his brain all fogged up and his pretty cock half-hard in his trousers at the image of your cute hips storming off in those scrubs. His ears still burning with a dusty pink at how you had called him pretty boy with such a stern tone.

Author’s note - I’ve been watching scrubs and I love the relationship of Turk and Carla. So I thought, why not make Gaz be a love sick puppy for the one woman who doesn’t want him on base

Requests are open!

Masterlist

[machveil]

Keegan Russ texting you🎀✨

[meowmeowriley]

John Soap 'grew up on a farm and raised meat rabbits, his favorite food is rabbit stew' MacTavish

But also

Simon Ghost 'everyone knows he's a shifter but nobody knows he's a rabbit shifter' Riley

That's it. That's the brainrot.