#keys (cod oc)

[mr-1-2-3-4]

Why 7-11 doesn’t go on leave with Graves to hang out with Adler- @pampanope

[shadow0-1]

Alt pose for my Very Real Season 4 Leak from a while back

[the-whispers-of-death]

Hi! I really enjoy your oc Stone and was wondering if you have any face claims or descriptions for him?

I'm so glad to hear you enjoy Stone. I guess the closest person to being a face claim for Stone, in like facial structure only, is Ranbir Kapoor when he's clean-shaven.

https://images.app.goo.gl/iK7CSh1P81TcM7ET9

Stone's body build is bigger and his skin is darker than Ranbir Kapoor's so it's not an exact face claim.

As for a more in-depth description, there is one in "Similarities" and I'll give you the highlight so you don't have to read the entire post:

As he stared at his reflection, that fact was even more prominent. He saw how they had the same defined jaw, the same brown eyes that were so dark they almost looked black and very rarely held any emotion in them, the same lip shape with heavy lower lips, the same eyebrow shape. They shared the same russet brown skin. There was only the slightest distinction in facial features, with him having his mother's nose, which was just slightly thinner than his father's. There was a knife scar that started at his left temple and went almost all the way through his eyebrow, just stopping before it could damage his left eye. There was another knife scar that was most often hidden by his muzzle-like mask which went from his right ear and went horizontal until just right at his lips. The third scar on his face was from a bullet that grazed his left cheek, also going horizontal. Heading down from his face was his neck that was scarred by old knife wounds, crisscrossing each other, one over the other. It lead all the way down to his torso, which held the majority of his scars. There were countless bullet scars and knife scars, too many to count. Arms, chest, abdomen, bullet and knife scars galore. His naval tattoo of the three swallows on his right arm was faded, barely seen due to the fact that he had gotten the tattoo before all of his scars. Several of the scars were from wounds opening and reopening, either from being shot in the same spot or stitches having been reopened. His legs were covered in old bullet and knife scars as well, though there was considerably less than there were on his torso. To say he looked like he shouldn't be alive, was an understatement.

[mr-1-2-3-4]

This is why Keys loves their father figure(or adopted father I’m still testing if people like that), he looks slay and adorable🥰

Feeeeeeeeeeeeelix

[multiimistakes]

also teehee tehee im gonna keep gavs cod canon shit as an /option/ to play around with. but im also gonna work on replacing canons and COD plots with npcs and my own shit so i can like. actively explore it all without stepping on toes or making ppl uncomfy.

[halfadiamond]

Love in Trimesters

Chapter One

Masterlist

CW: minor character death (COD OC), sucky beginning for you and your husband

You and your husband are like in your early to mid 20s so like about 23-25

“You’re a strong woman.”

That’s what Maxwell tells you when he sees you for the first time. It wasn’t a meeting where you two fell in love at first sight, quite the opposite as he sees you manage to pry open the locked door of your high school principal's car.

The crime? Assigning you to inside school suspension for constantly being tardy even when you’ve asked for a bus stop closer to your house.

He watches as you throw an open bottle of cooking oil into the car, with the main intention of making it all yucky for the principal to drive. Rather than run back inside and turn you in (or even tell them that you threatened to do it to his car as well if he snitched). He thinks of how this same principal has a knack for picking on him even when he tries to be good.

It’s well deserved. For a principal that seems to apparently have it out for the both of you.

Maxwell decides to stand guard and comes to the conclusion he has to get to know you. And he does when he offers to drive you home.

You two chat in his truck as he drives and enjoy the feeling of knowing that at least someone is here, seeing you, he drops you off at your house but not without asking you out on a date.

—

“You’re a strong woman.”

Maxwell tells you as he sees you struggle to hold in your tears when your parents refuse to give Maxwell the light of day. They think he’s too rambunctious, too eager for trouble and not a good friend for you. You haven’t even told them that you two were lovers, but you could tell based on their reaction to seeing him that you’ll send them to an early grave if you speak about it.

Maxwell drives you around town as he lets you cry. He can’t take you to his home as his parents, in his words, are having a temper tantrum and kicked him out again.

He parks to the cliff of the hill that many of your peers called Lovers Peak. He doesn’t mock you for crying, like your parents have, instead he grabs some tissues and wipes your tears as he swears that as soon as he can, he’ll get you guys out of here and into a place where you don’t need to be strong all the time.

Somewhere where you’ll both feel at home.

—

“You’re a strong woman.”

Maxwell jokes as he sees you try to pull in a couch all by yourself. He’d managed to get enough money by working some odd jobs (he still shudders when thinking about that burger place) and kept to his word and got you out of your house.

You packed all that you could fit into his small truck and he drove you to another town where he gave you the keys to an apartment that he called our new house.

Maxwell stops his laughter as he sees you give him that little glare that tells him if he doesn’t stop laughing he’s sleeping on the couch. He goes over and helps you as you two laugh and talk about your future together.

—

“You’re a strong woman.”

Maxwell tells you as he gets down on one knee to propose. It’s the same hill where he’d promised to get you out of your old home. You and him don’t give the people of this town a sliver of your time, but when he drove you here, saying he wanted to give this town one last middle finger for how it treated the both of you. You find yourself agreeing to come.

You didn’t expect to see him on one knee, proposing to you, swearing to spend eternity with you. He swears that he’ll work even harder to replace the bad memories of the past. Just give him a chance and he’ll make it worth your time.

You already replaced the bad memories

Is what you want to tell him but you’re too overcomed in emotions, feeling yourself getting choked up at this surprise that you can only manage to say one thing:

“Yes.”

—

“You’re a strong woman.”

Maxwell tells you as he eyes the list of things allowed at boot camp. He knows that look you’re giving him. The how dare you leave me here after we just got married look. But he knows that you’ll survive just fine without him. It’s him, he’s worried about.

Joining the military was an impulse decision, he isn’t quite a fan of taking orders from another person, not unless it’s you, but when he heard of the benefits that’s bound to come he signs the papers and gives his oath.

He’ll miss the hugs and kisses you give him each morning. He’ll miss all the sweet I love you’s that you say before either of you leave home. Sometimes he wishes he was as strong as you but he thinks he’ll manage as long as he knows that you’re waiting at home for him.

—

“You’re a strong woman.”

Maxwell tells you as you both eye the positive pregnancy test. You only tested for pregnancy when you started feeling bouts of nausea and it’s when you missed your period that you finally think that something’s up. You’re both aware of what this means, but you’re both scared to admit it.

He calls you strong because you’re carrying another life inside of you. He knows you two have wanted kids, but you’ve never expected it to be right after he came back from his first deployment. He blames it on the distance and the time. It’s the longest you two have been away from each other.

Regardless of the unexpected news, you two laugh, hug, and cry as you guys realize that the broken families you two came from will not repeat itself with this bundle of joy. Not as long as you two can help it.

—

“You’re a strong woman.”

Maxwell tells you through a call as he eyes his comrades getting ready for the latest mission. Maxwell calls you strong for handling the distance between you two well and managing to handle the pregnancy well.

While you’ve suffered from morning sickness and drowsiness, you’ve managed to survive the trenches and now can start to enjoy the idea of a baby coming soon. You two have already started discussing the idea of a gender reveal between you two.

Maxwell tells you that he’ll ask for a leave of absence once you get closer to your due date and that he won’t leave you until you are fully recovered. He sees from the corner of his eye, Captain John Price telling the men to split up with some going with him and the others going with his Lieutenant. He knows that he has to go (especially when he’s starting to lose signal) even though he’d rather stay on the call, talking to you and ensuring his little family is fine and safe.

He ends the call by telling you that he’ll talk to you soon and that he loves you and Thumper (a nickname he gave the baby after watching Bambi and gaining a sweet spot for the little rabbit).

—

You think you’re a strong woman because of what Maxwell tells you. It must be true because you’ve handled poor parenting, a horrible school, and a sucky town.

You’ve handled it well and now you’re handling pregnancy well especially as you wait for your husband to call you back.

You get ready to read the newest article that Maxwell sent you the link to: Best Diapers and Wipes for Babies.

It seems comical to be reading these but you know that Maxwell and you both want nothing more but the best for the baby. But you’re also paying special attention to the cost of these recommendations, you guys are only supporting yourself on Maxwell’s income so you’re not in the position to be spending wildly.

You’re about to start reading the article when you hear a knock on your door.

—

You’re not a strong woman.

You want to call Maxwell a big fat liar for always calling you that.

You want to know why he had to lie to you and call you that.

You’re not a strong woman because you’re crying into the chest of a man, whose name you’ve learned is Captain John Price, as you learn that your husband and the father of your baby is dead and isn’t coming back.

[ryansosilly]

I just had to check to see if you were chill like that!!1! Some people only do scrawny petite bottom reader 😒

anyways may I request some headcanons with a big buff male reader, like taller than ghost so everyone thinks he’s a dom but he’s actually a subtop, please and thank you 🙏 feel free to do any characters you’d like but I’d really appreciate if you included Makarov or Keegan :3

sincerely, 🩻 anon

i am such a sucker for big buff subtops you guys don't even know how deep that shi goes in my brain. Even have a whole ass big buff cod oc that I'm itching to draw more about 😞 thank you so much 🩻 anon for this blessing of a request!

I've decided to do headcanons for those characters, in order:

All of Task force (Price, Gaz, Ghost, Roach and Soap)

The 'Famous Kortac' chars (Krueger, König, Nikto and Horangi)

The ' questionable but if drunk enough I'd let em hit it' (Makarov, Graves, Alejandro and bonus of Keegan)

If you want more characters than that, you outta specify but trust me I am VERY much into writing much longer headcanons and with a lot more characters. So the more the merrier! I'm going to part them by sections in the following order above!

I tried to make it make sense for both if you're a part of the team AND if you're just a civilian so you don't feel forced into anything. No specifics used for the reader other than the fact they're big buff and a submissive top just as the anon requested! You can look like anything, here, I'll NEVER use such descriptors!! This is for EVERYONE regardless of race, weight, eye colour, age (as long as 18+) and allat bullshit.

Task Force

Captain John Price

Hasn't had any experience before with another man. I'm DEFINITELY certain he has fucking grinder on that ancient Nokia of his. He definitely called himself a bear a couple times as a joke but never went on a date or tried anything. So for his first experience with a guy to be a big buff man? Yeah good luck buddy. Poor Man was struggling for a while, it took a lot of trial and error if you know what I mean for him to find out what actually worked and what he liked.

Low-key bruh? He was kinda intimidated at first. A bit ashamed and even his pretty damn secure masculinity took a hit he barely recovered from. Luckily, just being picked up and craddled like a god damn no weight damsel in distress had him already ready to go back with no thoughts of shame and regret.

What DEFINITELY helped was how he basically saw you like a big puppy wolf without the 'bad' part. Yes, you were an outstanding soldier (if you are in the military) that was for sure but when he told you to sit, you sat your ass DOWN!!! the obedience you gave him with just enough 'dom' in you to fuck him good enough to leave him dizzy after that was exactly what he needed in his life

Easy to say that ever since you two started dating, he has had a de-stress 'funtime' very often that everyone noticed.

He isn't too kinky of a guy tbh. But......sommeetimmeesss maaybee he'd be willing to pull a collar with his name on you. Not full on petplay or anything. He just liked seeing it above him, maybe with a complimentary leash to pull on if you went too hard for his liking.

He has an above average libido, which only applies to his relationship with you. It slowed down and calmed with time but for the first time and the next much after, he was a BEAST (and had the hair to back it up)

He joked that you brought the size of the big bad wolf and he brought the 'bad and hair' to the table so you were basically complete.

Ghost was the grandma and Soap and Gaz were both the red riding hood. (They argued about it)

His FAVOURITE part isn't just you being on the more submissive part tho. It's actually the comfortable hugs you provide. And the fact you let him give you just as much comfort. It felt very peaceful, he respected the equality you had between each other that despite the differences, you were definitely equals. (Not so much when he is in commando mode on the battlefield but that is NO foreplay little games)

If I were to be completely honest, he ain't that much into doing it in public like I've seen him being written. He wouldn't do it on his desk that's for sure. And if you suggested that? He'll slap the living shit out of you and bring your tallass to your KNEES to apologise. Then maybe he'll feel bad and PERCHANCE let you hit it as long as there's no paperwork there.

What he will do? Maybe would give you some support from under the desk but of course. It's only okay if your desk. If not? Then you gotta be down on your knees. He isn't much of a giver but definitely a taker.

He has a shirt called "old men yaoi" that he was given by Soap. Did you ever explain to him what that means and why he shouldn't wear it when In meetings?..

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Oh Gaz was a mess. He hasn't even THOUGHT about dating a man before..i mean yeah sure maybe he did THINK of looking up some gay porn from time to time but it couldn't possibly mean anything, right? Yeah he was a boykisser full and through. Then he was wondering why his relationship with women rarely worked out. He was more a girl's girl than most girls were.

And that confusion lead him into your arms. And goodness me. That was a ride for sure! Haha get it? Ride. He rode you like a fucking bull when he got used to the feelings. He was an UNSTOPPABLE force once he got comfortable.

I don't really think he was as insecure outwardly, he didn't feel ashamed to be out with you because he loved you very very much so and he didnt see shame in that. Only a little inside doubts he dared not share. Maybe a tiny bit of internalised homophobia.

For a while, he was growing a lot more doubtful that he tried to fit the stereoptupical 'feminine' role before you two had even started having sex. You were masc so he was supposed to be fem even if he didn't feel like it, yeah? That did not work out. A lot of victims (people eating burnt food) and sacrifices ( burnt kitchen and kitchen appliances) fell tragically due to those attempts..

You had to sit him down and explain to him everything. Once that little misunderstanding was out of the way and mostly his mind, the real fun for him began. Due to how big you were, he decided it was no longer necessary for him to do most of the stupid chores around, so, he just told you around with such nice sweet words like 'Honey, can you please carry the trash out for me?'

The trash was not even half his size and even in your hands but he just didn't feel like it and really liked seeing your muscles flex when you picked something up.

Sometimes he even purposely made things a bit HARDER for you to pick up. Like putting extra weights on your pole when you were lifting at the gym when you weren't looking, like sometimes even attempting to do that couple thing of 'sitting on your back' while you were doing pushups.

Lord have mercy on his soul when you actually managed to do a decent set of pushups with him on your back??? Yeah you were set for LIFE.

He was more of a switch when it came to bring dominant or submissive. He didn't mind anything as long as it was with you. He did get a kick out of being the Dom so he did lean on it most of the time. He felt a little confused how a person who fucks him senselessly can be so submissive but let me tell you. He QUICKLY got the hand of it and used it well

He wasn't too freaky at the start either. In fact, he barely had any libido for a while, taking a bit of time to accept everything. Once he accepted he, he fell off the deep end. He decided to do the fatal mistake of looking up stuff about gay sex to make himself understand everything better and to possibly even impress you during your first time together. And uh..oh.. um. He fell right down the trap of bsdm. There was no going back. Some still did disgust him. Like for example, there was no fucking petplay, not even a tiny element of it. You were on an equal footing. What there was a lot of? Handcuffs, bondage, scratching and biting. Yeah all of that was in. He still mostly leaned on wanting to try different positions like being fucked while being held up. He had done it before with a girl but for him to experience the 'girl' role? Was an eye opening experience..might as well call it a spiritual detour for him.

Your height and size did attract a lot more people than he would like it to. He finally understood why those girls acted like that in his past. Yeah you were definitely holding his hand whenever you went out. Bitches need to back the fuck OFF. He wasn't possessive to an unhealthy amount tho. Maybe only a little anxious and jealous but definitely keeping it real, he was an overall healthy individual to be in a relationship with once all of that doubt when away. He was in for the long run and you better be.

But if you fucking say something like "chocolate vanilla swirl" he will punch your teeth out.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

(I'm going specifically w Og Ghost for this one but due to how little we know about current reboot Ghost we might as well group them. There WILL be heavier topics discussed here in only this section due to how complex Ghost is. I am not going to water him down or romanticise his situation.)

⚠️Some trigger warnings: mentions of rape, sexual assault and his fear of intimacy. Basically keep in mind his fucking backstory when you read this section. If you do not think this will be suitable, I'll put a divider from when the possibly triggering part starts so you can skip it.

Ghost was bewildered. No fucking way. Absolutely not. There is NOTHING going up his.. ahem. Maybe. On Sundays cuz it's not gay obviously. He was DOWN BAD. he has gone through so many fucking issues, that he was afraid of loving anything and anyone and he falsely fell down into the rabbit hole of 'nobody is coming to save you, get up.' it got him through everything.

But finally somebody came and actually helped him. And instead of it being the stereotypical princess that he had saved during previous missions.. it was an absolute unite of a man picking him up, swinging him over his fucking shoulder and RUNNING faster than how Ghost ran when not injured or carrying a grown ass man. Maybe that was when he fell in love. But he didn't have a clue what was coming for him.

Oh just you wait until he finally let you in. It was no easy job. He even put you through ACTUAL IN REAL LIFE TESTS. INCLUDING papers and physical. Yeah you can't jump as high as a horse to make it through the field? Wrap it up. (He'll let you try again. It didn't even NEED to be if you were in the military like him. Even as a civilian, he'll treat you like a soldier. Sorry not sorry.)

he pushed you to your absolute limits. Guaranteeing that you'll stay just as big.and ho ho. He LOVED it. Seeing THE Ghost Riley entering a room already made everyone tense. Now? There was an entire Godzilla behind him entering with, acting like his fucking bodyguard without even lifting a finger.

in a way also..he was just.. a bit envious. You were strong, big and intimidating. Everything he wanted to be and everything he WORKED to be. His peace of mind came from the fact you were very submissive. The one thing he wasn't. He worked on himself throughout the relationship to change his beliefs. Instead of being envious, he accepted you as an equal, someone he admired but wasn't envious of.

Back to big scary bouyfriend though

i doubt anyone would be dumb enough to even speak back to seeing an intimidating man, an even bigger and scarrier man behind him with a big German Sheppard that looks very ready to attack any second. (I love Riley)

Riley approves of you as his boyfriend.

If you're in the army: He'll definitely take you around on the meetings with him. The possibility of someone not being intimidated by him alone are low and the chances after torture are even lower to zero. But with you behind him? Just lurking? Not even having to do the heavy lifting unless asked to by him? Yeah. Unstoppable.

For a while it almost made him sick with power. Or that's what he thought the feeling was. The feeling actually was just him falling in love deeper. It stopped behind casual when he started calling you up shamelessly at night to come over.

If you're not in the army? He wasn't even a little worried later on in your relationship. At the start? Yes, he still DEMANDED to accompany you but it took you beating up one person for him to be convinced that you can go alone so he can be tightly snoozing at 6pm on a free day after his tea. (He still tracked your location occasionally. He made sure to ask for permission, of course. If you said no, he'll not do it and instead accompany you more. No matter how strong you were, he will never truly not be afraid of losing you. He is NOT like those weirdos make him up to be.)

He really liked buying you specifically clothes. Maybe a little bit of a gooner one might say but he would love it if you were to casually pull up with a compression shirt on. Only you. Nobody else. If anything, everyone else wearing it outside of duty got a disgusted look from him. You were the only eyecandy he would feast his eyes on.

As a first time, he probably had you sit down with a folder of gay porn, showing you every video of what he wanted done. A bit weird of a bloke he was but alright. He did his research. He did not feel even a Little shame for showing you everything. He WILL get a laser pointer or a damn teacher ruler to point at the screen to make sure you're paying attention. That was no joke, stop laughing!!! Immediately!!! ( He is not very socially aware)

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS APPLY FROM ⚠️

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It took a little bit for him to change it in his mind that it was not casual to have sex. And it was even less casual for you to STAY after you were done 'using him up' (as he'd

put it). To stay and dry his tears, the comfortable and warm aftercare. For the first time's, he ended up crying in the middle of the act. He didn't feel as safe for a very long time and the crying never did stop. It simply changed meanings. From the fear to relief and safety, thankfullness. You were softer, you listened to him even if you were bigger than his previous male assaulters.

You heard him, you allowed him the control he desperately needed. You made him feel safe and even if he struggled for a really really long time saying no if you were to ask him to have sex out of pure fear, he managed to get himself to speak up when he truly wasn't feeling up to it.

It meant the entire world to him that you actually read his body language, how uncomfortable he was at times, asked him if he was okay and etc. He felt truly seen, not exposed.

I think he switches from being very hypersexual, wanting you whenever you were both free to not wanting anything to do with sex for weeks to no end. You being understanding to his situation made him feel better and his moods will stabilise with time to a more consistent pattern.

TRIGGER WARNINGS NO LONGER NEEDED FROM HERE DOWN!!

He is DEFINITELY not as he is commonly written. He will NOOOOT have sex on the battlefield no matter what you asked and how much you begged. The battlefield is serious and he won't even entertain flirting if the situation is especially serious. Doesn't mean that HE won't flirt with YOU but you're not allowed to! Only he gets a pass. Same with joking. It's only okay if he does it and you better respect it or he'll give you a nasty look!!

His head is too busy to even think about kinks at times but what he is never too busy to not hate is quickies. Not sure why. He just doesn't seem like the guy.

He is a confusing guy. Sometimes he is into something then the next day he isn't. The best way to find out is usually to ask but that doesn't even go well all the time.

Yeah your absolutely massive size plays a part in what he is into all the time tho. Uncertain why but I think he is into the pretty normal positions like him being on his back and you above him humping like a feral dog just as he told you to. Bonus if you hold his hands, intertwined fingers and all. Sometimes when at home, not deployed, he likes it on the weirdest places. The complete opposite of his work self. On the table? Hell yeah! You might as well just lift him up, put him on the table and fuck him right there and then. The bathroom sink? A little nasty but won't say no if there's a mirror. He DEFINITELY likes reminding you how you look, embarrassing you, even SOMETIMES mocking you if you told him that was okay earlier.

"look at yourself, I must feel so good, huh? Keep going then."

sometimes he is more entertained by watching you than the sex itself

Oh but the sex itself is NOT to ignore tho, sometimes he is left so shaky legs from pushing both yours and HIS limits that he can barely walk. Yet.. still tries to trot out, marching like a soldier with awkwardly high raise of his sore knees and heavy steps. He looks like a duck or a toddler learning to walk. You should help him!

Not vanilla, he does dip his toes into some freaky things from time to time. He uses your height and muscles against you a LOOOT. Even if you aren't a soldier, he expects you to act like one. You WILL respect him as an lieutenant in bed.

Specifics of what he is into? He just kind of likes mimicking you. Whatever he notices you're into, suddenly he'll act like he has been into it for years. Does draw the lines at toilet play and the really down bad degenerate things. Surprisingly? He also does not like choking that much. He does it, but really rarely and it's not even breath play, it's just him holding your neck to pull you down. And don't even THINK about reach for his neck or your fingers will be broken there and then.

Scratching and biting are ON the table.

Very hesitant about bringing weapons in bed tho. He knows you're a big strong guy just like him but it feels like mixing his work with his love life. You've to be very insistent and with very specific things to convince him to use something dangerous. Guns are allowed as long as they aren't loaded. Knives only need to be dull and handcuffs are mostly fine as long as they're padded up, not to hurt your wrists. They are NOT getting near his wrists though...

Maybe they are...

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

(I'll try to make this as long as possible despite us knowing like..none about him. Btw yeah fuck y'all he is definitely going to have selective mutism fuck y'all saying it's unrealistic. It's unrealistic for NICKY MINAJ AND SNOOP DOGG TO BE IN THE ARMY TOO BUT THERE THEY ARE NEXT TO THE PINK FLUFFY KÖNIG AND GODZILLA!!!)

Roachy is a tough one. I don't think he has dipped his toes in gay sex yet. You outta teach him about it. Maybe maybe. He like accidentally got recommended gay porn once or twice but that's about it. He didn't click it. He was not that interested.

Oh goodness but once he got a taste of that, there was no going back. It was the first and last he had. He is an adult male so obviously he did probably have sex like..once or maybe twice if very lucky and you squint your eyes and close one of them. Just he never really got to be with a guy ..and especially not a guy like you.

I think he'd be like the "hey mamas whatcha doi- wait......." By reflex then be silenced by himself until he figures out what's the male equivalent of that. Like hey papas? Hell no that sounds weird? Daddy? Yeah the daddy issues aren't that bad yet.

He is more a of a thinker than a doer and he appreciates you doing him nevertheless. He himself is quite tall, basically same height as Ghost. Roughly the same age (26) as well. So, just like for everyone else, it was new territory for him to be spoiled and treated like he treated others

What he most loved is that he didn't have to forcefully unmuted himself when with you. It either happened naturally or you were so intimidating that nobody dares to come talk to him no matter what it was about so you two can stay in silence together.

Just like I hc Roach was the soft spot for Ghost, you were his soft spot. Or more like he was your soft spot so you just did everything. There is a lot of apologising that happens

Not to mention how SHOCKED he was when he first saw you being all submissive and sweet, the complete opposite of what you looked like. He was in for a tough ride, fully prepared himself mentally that he'll need to put those sleeves back and get READY to break those walls of yours to finally get to the sweet cute you that he believes is in everyone.

Well it took like.. one cup of tea and a couple nice words and that's it, walls were down and you ended up making out? Somehow? Don't even ask me. Things just happen and he lets them happen.

He isn't that much more talkative when with you. In fact, he doesn't even need a reason to speak. You were just two dudes hanging out in silence, doing whatever came to mind while letting you do the talking. It was..for the best.

Even if you didn't have the best way with words, trust me it will be better than if Roach was in control of the situations

If you guys see him as autistic I get that so I'm gonna contribute to that.

His special interest is everything related to the military. And especially weapons and ranking. He overjoyed when he became a sergeant. And you should be too. The only times he opens his fucking mouth to is to yap about weaponry. And oh no they should not have given him permission for that.

Big scary boyfriend is basically a pass to everything in his mind. Not even in a childish way. It's a threat. You are scary because you got those two guns on you at all times. Gary is scary because he got GUNS and he knows how to use them. And use them very WELL.

oh yeah? You wanna force me to do something I don't wanna do? Go tell that to my boyfriend.

he climbs you like a fucking tree probably

As for sex life? That don't matter to him. He isn't that much of dom or even a sub. BUT if you asked him to do something? He takes it like a fucking challenge. He WILL do it and surprise you with how well he does it.

He REALLY likes to praise you. Praises you for just existing as well. Compliments everywhere and anytime. He is basically always thinking about you.

Just because he was thinking about you, doesn't mean that he'll only keep it in his mind. You were on his SHIRT. He had one of those "I love my boyfriend" shirts with your picture in a heart. He wore it unironically too. He does love his boyfriend so every motherfucker in the perimeter should know it.

Unfortunately price did not give him permission to wear it under his gear. Very unfortunate, really. Instead, he has a bunch of custom made stickers of you on his weapons. And a picture of you in his wallet. And your initials on his collar. And-

John "Soap" McTavish

oh me oh you. Sorry not sorry but he knows what's up.

Gary may <3333 Love <3333 his boyfriend but Soap? He LOVES his boyfriend m from first glance, his first thought was how cool and awesome you are. He wanted you to be his friend so badly that he started tweaking publicly in front of everyone, following you around like he is lost and even asking to carry your weapons/bag of groceries or anything you were carrying ever really for you to show he is just as strong.

There was NO insecurity here. Just like every single ex catholic school goer, he was the freakiest, nastiest lil mf around. My man's knew and been there done that better than the Pitbull. And I MEAN it.

Man's would probably even ask for a Footjob for all he cares. As long as it's safe, sometimes even that, he is down. Anything.

There no beating around the bush. You were his from first glance and he was yours before you even met.

Yeah maybe the Catholic guilt was so crushing that every once in a while he had a dream of just embracing you while the world around him was burning. But he won't let go. Hell wasn't a punishment bad enough for him to ever let go who he loved. And that dick was banging.

There was ever rarely any complaining about who tops and who bottoms. He is DOWN for it all. Maybe sometimes he'll ask if he can top. Maybe even beg but he was no twink or pushover. If you gave him the chance every once in a while, he'll TAKE IT.

Of course, that libido often runs short and his energy drops. Sometimes he feels bad and there is no better feeling than to just walk up to you and fall without a warning, knowing you'll catch him. He is NEVER giving a fucking warning. He will drop face first, fully trusting you catch him. You better catch or I'm catching you big boy.

He has long since lost his connection to his parents and many siblings so the conversation about meeting them a bit bad but don't worry about it. It wouldn't have gone good anyway. He was the only McTavish you wanted to know. And the only one you should know anyway.

He was very much attached to the hip with you. Far more possessive than Simon but somehow even more secure than Gaz. Don't even ask how. He just is.

Anytime you were to go out when he was not deployed, you are DEFINITELY standing behind him. Anyone thinking that big delicious man Soap was single was sure to regret it. Women and men, everyone goes down upon his request.

"No lass, I'm not single but you can ask my boyfriend if you want. [REDACTED]!"

just the moment they see you walking in, having to lean down to not bust your head into the frame of the door and any guy or girl that was into John, is GONE

Positions? Yeah all of them. For his birthday you can buy him a book of every sex position and he'll even put it in the calendar so you don't forget

Why is he so kinky? Not because he particularly enjoys it. He just wants to fill the void. And god doesn't cut it anymore. He felt aware that his time in the military was running short and wanted to do the opposite of Ghost.

You were there to balance him. The big scary man in his life that reminded him of things he forgot. He loved it.

Back on the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂mode

Telling you around what to do was NOT happening. Yes, he MAY nudge you at best but he LOVES leaving you clueless, lost. Not knowing what to do with yourself when you're senselessly fucking him makes him even more turned on. What makes him the most turned on? When you just do whatever comes to mind. Like a lost animal. And oh the coldness in your eyes disappearing and being replaced by that hot botherness. He was so down bad for you.

In everyday life? You better not be bringing up your height against him or he is going to glare at you and tell you to drop it. Either that or laugh with. 60/40 with odds in an unknown direction. Good luck figuring it out.

Already planning marriage

Unlike Ghost, he is all for quickies. Here and there, now and then.

He really likes being picked up and kissed. He feels it's funny rather than just genuinely enjoying it in a way.

ALSO Has an I love my boyfriend shirt but a little more shame than Roach and only wears it ironically sometimes, like when going to bed or casual days.

Never before has he gotten to experience what it's like to steal someone's else's clothes. Other people, men and women HAVE taken his clothes in previous relationships but never did he know what it feels like to be the one to do it. Mostly because he hadn't dated anyone even close to his size before.

His type in women was all women and in men was all men but simply, there's not that many tall men. Of course twinks and femboys are ALWAYS ready for Soap and he was..only occasionally ready for them. If things got too dry.

Now? No dryness no more. LEAKING

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Kortac

(the rest will be shorter due to the lack of knowledge on the characters)

Krüger

Trigger warnings AGAIN for really fucked up things for Krüger. He is a lil freak in the worst ways possible. Gore, porngore, self harm and everything bad is going on here but I'll still give a section of smut hcs for no triggering topics. They'll again be marked accordingly.

Oh LAWD. Unlike ALL of the other ones, Krüger didn't even think TWICE. He was overjoyed if anything.

In his eyes, you were exactly like him but improved, bigger better stronger one might say.

He was THE most into it. Out of everyone? You two were the most perfect match.

You were used often and turned into a tool flawlessly, with no issue whatsoever. You obeyed like a fucking dog and were horrifying enough to keep everyone in check even when not there.

Your height and strength was what he was attracted to first, not really anything else unfortunately. At least at the beginning, of course.

Sometimes he actually speaks to you the way you'd speak to a police dog.

"Search there"

"Kill!"

He was even more delighted when you first had sex. Finding out you were so.. submissive and obedient was perfect. Maybe you being a top bothered him for a while, he was in denial but once he got over that the first time, he never changed his mind again. He was GLADLY taking your dick anytime as long as he was the only one in control. Every single sense or mean of control was stripped out, held above your head (haha he can't do that often)

He was especially into forcing you to just lay down at take him on for as long as you physically could. You ARE going to take it. He was merciful enough to give you a safe word, of course. Despite sometimes losing himself to absolute manic, he understands consent. OBVIOUSLY.

He is very manipulative, really creative in ways to bring the 'best' out of you. Pushing you far beyond your limits then barely apologising, just to do it again and again.

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He was really into asking you to break him. He WANTED, NEEDED for you to cut him up to pieces. Use your big fucking muscles and shatter his body.

Or he will.

Once he found out you were so submissive but still a top, he decided to let it slide, leaving the almost forced gorey sex behind for a while until he can figure out a way to go back to it.

No matter how long time has passed, he still held knives and sharp objects with him in bed, or anywhere on his person he can possibly hide. Once he felt you weren't listening enough, he pulls them out and threatens you to keep going.

Bonus point if that turns you on. Cuz it sure as hell turns him on.

If it doesn't turn you on, you need to actually speak back. Using your intimidating self on him WORKS. Not because he is afraid but because he is into it. He thinks it's really hot.

Likes to beg you into punching him or getting violent when in bed. Man is just a sadomaso

Sometimes he is a lil bit of a..sexist in a way? Treating you like a girl, calling you princess to mock you despite being CLEARLY the perfect picture 'Manly man'. Even putting you in a dress once in a while.

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more healthy relationship starts

If you actually want a healthy relationship with him, you need to put a lot more work. And unlike any other person, you actually have the means to succeed.

Your big figure and intimidation tactics work very well. As long as you can use them, he listens.

He even OBEYS sometimes. The closer you get to understanding him, the more he leaned in on hurting himself instead of you. And once you get to that? He will actually put effort into stopping it all together.

Would probably take years for him to soften but you do get like a little free trial of soft Krüger when he is very tired and sleepy in your arms.

Oh how much he loves cuddling but never admits it..

Just hug him, make him understand and love him and he'll gladly do the rest of the work.

Once he actually softened up, he became a more.. upstanding citizen in a way. More domestic. In fact, you just domesticate him it seems.

just because he got domesticated tho it does NOT mean he'll be less of a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴.. Sex is anything but boring with that man. It simply becomes more loving and occasionally more gentle.

Fun little extra headcanon? He finds hand holding lewd but not making out or kissing in public.

König

well that's a lil difficult to tell. I think he would genuinely be confused for a while. I do NOT hc him as 6'10 or whatever the fanon König is but he is still decently tall in my mind. Like a 6'7 at best. so, finding someone taller than him AND somehow bagging them?? Like how'd he do that???

He was a bit more chill once he got used to it that anyone else felt small. Since when deployed, he was surrounded by mostly tall people and when he was not deployed and home with you, he was just surrounded by you and you only.

The world felt weird when he went out with you. Two tall men out together. He HATED the outward attention so as much as he could, he'd avoid getting out. Not because of shame, of course.

Sometimes he even used it as a flex. The scary man and the scarier man. Just like Krüger, you were like an improved version of him. Bigger and scarrier. He liked that a lot.

What came as a real surprise was that you were so submissive. He himself was pretty dominant and called himself a top. (Has never been with a guy before though. Maybe the one time he confused a femboy for a girl technically counts but he does not count it if you were to ask.)

Took a lot of him to actually accept a proposal to date..he tried to keep it 'casual' for a long while even if it was anything but Casual.

Can't say that seeing you shirtless didn't turn him on though. Pent up emotions and sexual tension from having joined the army at 17 has the man tweaking the first time he felt turned on by someone like you

You BETTER be treating him nice when you do get to have sex.

Positions don't matter but he personally dislikes eye contact. Of course, what he REALLY likes though..

Surprisingly.. roleplay. He likes playing stupid roles with you in bed. It's a bit childish and he'd never admit it but he always asks for it when you are both free for a longer time. Usually it's just short and straightforward to the point, not much talking other than him telling you what to do, what not to touch and etc.

When it came to roleplaying? He is into some weird stuff. Like putting you into a cow pattern lingerie to embarrass you while he can be 'the cowboy'. (He went on rants about why Is it called a cowboy if he is riding a horse and not a cow? He REFUSES to have it with a horse.)

He is also really into recording it. Especially mixed in with the roleplay.

One time he even asked you to pretend to be a porn star, record it and everything. He wrote a SCRIPT too. Who knows WHEN he wrote that. He just pulled up after deployment to you with it so it must be sometime during his deployment.

one time you were a ghost buster and he was a sexy Ghost. He made a lot of bad jokes that he thought were the funniest thing ever in English. He did not quite understand it but you did find out that he likes the ghost busters movies!

He finds kissing you very nice. Grabbing you by the shoulders and just MWAAAAAHH type shit yk? Especially if it's a more passionate kiss, against a wall or something.

It is a MUST for now both of you to share the same diet and same work out routine. It..took a bit for him to admit he cannot keep up with yours and finally have to unmatch it. Very unfortunate.

He doesn't have any favourite positions, if you asked him he just wouldn't answer or say he doesnt know.

But he does know. It's against a mirror. Or god forbid a fucking window that's just another clean and reflective enough. It makes him go insane whenever you catch him there.

Shares clothing 100%. If you're not in the military, he'd even leave his mask over at your place for you to fuck and pretend it's him, ESPECIALLY if you send him videos WITH sound on. If you dare send a silent one he'll send you a lot of angry dad emojis. Do not test him!!!

he also has a favourite angle that he likes the videos.to be taken from because he sees your muscles flex just right.

Overall really enjoys it. You are forced to work out together, share tall man struggles. Does not care if he is gay or anything, no angst on this one boys.

Nikto

I fuckin love Nikto I'm foaming at the mouth as I write this

He hated it. Like a lot. He would gladly break your fucking legs JUST so you can be not as tall.

It pissed him off, turned him on. Same thing

He is even less likely to let ANYTHING go up his ass than Ghost. It took a lot of time after you started dating for him to even let you undress him.

It started with him founding how submissive you were and exploiting it to HELL!

That was your only saving point. The first thing of him you got to see first was his fucking dick.

Open wide 🤤

NOT allowed to see his face under the mask but you can DEFINITELY see that his eyes were constantly locked on your muscles. He MAY or may not purposely change his workout routine just to match yours.

No reason at all just..felt out dated so he has to change it! Definitely not the tank top you're wearing.

When on autopilot, Nikto was following around you without meaning at all. He himself was usually the most intimidating man around Kortac just due to his pure insanity. Now he had competition. Yeah he saw it as fucking competition.

Nearly a forced one sided rivals AND lovers.

Your intimidation does not work :[

your height only kind of just pisses him off SK you need to go the extra mile with fucking him once he permits it.

Favourite position??? Nikto is somewhat of a porn addict so...he likes weird stuff.

He fucking tried pretending to be stuck in the washing machine. I hope you guys understand just how crazy that is. Would be even crazier if you agreed and DID fuck him while in that.

He DOES like shower sex, especially if the water is cold. He forces you to be the one under the cold water them degrading you if you can't keep it up while fucking him.

You that's not easy so good luck bro. No amounts of muscle can save you from that

Horangi

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The Extras section

Vladimir Makarov

Makarov is a confusing lad to write about icl cuz I think he would either not care or take another one day to put you in your fucking place as a bootkisser then continue on about his day

You being taller than him ain't no surprise, a lot of men are taller than him. What IS a surprise though? That people around seemed to fear you more than they feared him. He wasn't jealous, he was impressed.

He decided to 'invest' some money into you, keep you under watch. In his head, you're now a high value employee- partner.

Wait what. Where did..we lose the plot???

Why are in his bed?

Oh well might as well. He likes it. He is NOT above no little hook ups or getting really inappropriate during work as long as it was not a very serious situation. It didn't matter as long as his big scary boyfriend is behind him

He almost went on a power trip, jumping and screaming from joy inside his mind when you agreed to dare him

He gave you fucking heels. Weird that he knew your size but he did. You have to wear the heels. Gender means nothing to him.put the fucking heels on and be even taller so he can drool.

He likes big boobs on his men since he himself looks like..that. (no hate, only a lil)

His favourite hobby is teaching you how be a really horrible person, even more self defense and dragging you around. Unfortunately, civilian or not, you ARE dragged into his schemes.

You are also dragged in alleys, covered in blood of your enemies for a quickie. Ooopsie!

He thinks the dynamic is cute

He considers himself to be the scarier one though, would be insult if you even tried to imply that he wasn't the most badass man ever

Weird enough I think he really likes taking pictures of you.but not in the cute way that Gary/Roach does. But in a creepy stalker way

If you asked him to do something that you can 100% do alone, he would mock you, call you weak and etc.

If it's something that you actually say you're struggling with like a jar of pickles or sum that you've loosened just enough for him to open easily THEN ask him for help, he'll acknowledge it was an attempt but till take it and pretend like he didn't know what you did.

He appreciates everything you do for him but NEVER says anything

Outside of work he is not very sneaky about admiring your amazing built. He likes it and makes it clear with his eyes but not his mouth. You are NOT hearing even a single compliment from him. MAYBE a 'good job' like once a week but that's about it.

Sex? Yes.

Occasionally is a bit too paranoid about being seen by his comrades because of a bit of not even internalised but straight up verbalised homophobia but as long as he has enough fucking guns it does not matter

Despite your height and being built like a tank, you do not get privileges to go anywhere alone without a bullet proof vest. He would usually send a bodyguard if you were anyone else but no bodyguard does the job you're on your own for that. It's either him or a gun.

Really likes risky places and pretty crazy or even straight up dangerous kinks. It is like an overload of euphoria and pleasure. The thrill? You fucking him in this place? The FACES you're making? How pathetic you are? Absolutely perfect. Give him that as much as your body can handle.

A big guys gets big fucking expectations and you NEED to keep up.

Phillip Graves

Shameless. ABSOLUTELY shameless. If he likes you, you WILL know off the bat.

"I don't care how many people die, GO GET HIM!!!"

You will start dating him the quickest out of every other mf on this list

Give him a week MAX!

Your big ass is HIS and his only, he is already ordering a bigger bed in his room for just you to fit in while drooling like a disgusting pervert.

He is very much a disgusting pervert.

Whenever he catches you out and about, he pulls out a gun then runs at you. He WILL jump in your arms, if you don't catch him, he'll shoot you in the head. If you do catch him, he won't.

So far, you have caught him every time and you're still not sure if he is joking or not about the whole shooting in the head thing..

Big muscles means he gets use you as a threat. Saying that if someone doesn't do as he says, he'll use them to feed you

And damn looking at you? I'd believe it too.

Not the HEALTHIEST mf to be in a relationship with. It's hardly a relationship, he even pays you occasionally for just attending places with him. Buys your clothes extra fitted and perfect for you. (Sometimes he buys a shirt or pants a bit too small on purpose and asks you to try them. He just likes seeing it so tightly fitted against you that it looks like it'll rip off like Hugh Jackman as Wolverines shirt. Again, he IS SHAMELESS.)

There is rarely a time when you aren't tied up in bed. Only if you complain about the rope or handcuffs hurting too much, only then will he be willing enough to let them go. If he fucking has to, he WILL get some shadows in the room to hold your arms behind your back so you better not test him

Nobody felt safe around him before and now they feel even less safe when there's a fucking bull of a man right behind him at all times. You were REALLY quickly promoted to his "left hand"

"No, honey, you don't get it. It's left hand, not right hand, because you're useless most of the time unless I'm jerking off."

You were 80% sure he was joking. His joke line delivery sucks though so you can't be sure.

VERY kinky, most into bondage but into less severe things than Krügers freaky ass. He would still kill you though.

A couple of times he showed his actual care though. After all, he still has a heart! Somewhere..in there? I assume?

not much to say. Other than he might occasionally Ask you to flex your muscles for him so he can take a picture of his face in between them and send it in the Shadow company WORK groupchat

NOBODY LIKES IT WHEN HE DOES THAT, PHILLIP PLEASE FUCKING STOP

DEFINITELY into recording porn. In fact, he decided it would be such a good idea to re-record a training video for shadows but make it into almost a fucking porno due to how erotic it was with the two of you as the 'Main Actors'

Shadows don't watch such a video. He just straight up lied to you about it because he wanted to do it.

Buys a LOT of expensive things for you, especially ones to embarrass you with like underwear with his face on it with hearts all around. God forbid anyone in the changing room asks about it.

How he reacts to you being submissive? He loves it! Loves to abuse it as well! The big scary scary you is horny, overstimulated and whining under his foot, just waiting for him? He likes having a picture of both of those "faces". The scary one in your id that everyone views you as and the one (for private use only) of your desperate tear stained face after he was done abusing your dick for HOURS.

Unfortunately though, the times he got to go really DOWN for the sex were often quite rare. He was a busy man. At most you can get a Handjob under a work desk from him then once done, he'll take you to the bathroom and force you to lick it off his hand. He is just weird like that.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro was in denial for the longest. Even to now, he still doesn't even know if you're dating or if it's just casual.

It's been years..

Made a lot of "is it gay if-" jokes that literally nobody laughed at. They're just simply not funny.

He was very sceptical of the way he and YOU felt for a LOOONNGG time. Even once he accepted you love him and that he loves you, he was always in denial, just patting your back as if you were buddies.

But it was NOT casual how much he got bothered by women and even other men staring at you at the gym or wherever you're training at. Be it his gym or a public one, he WILL have you wearing a long sleeved shirt. Only if he is alone with you then you can take it off. He can swallow his distain for the inability to see the way you're so scrumptiously build if it means NOBODY ELSE CAN TOO!!!

Once alone? He is like the token henchman boy in every teen movie that is constantly hyping up the main bully guy in a weirdly gay way. Like those two 'straight guys' in everyone's classes. There is NO separation

He is SO Into the big buff ones, extra points if you even have a lot of hair on your body and he is ready to go on sight. He isn't at all afraid NORMALLY when alone with you because frankly? Sometimes he acts pretty gay with his other homies..hell occasionally even Soap is a victim to having his biceps grabbed then being given unsolicited advice on his to gain more.

Let me tell you, you are an eye candy to him. A confusing eye candy but an eye candy nevertheless.

As for in bed? Like a dream come true! He truly (makes himself) believe that as long as he is the dominant one, then it's not gay! Of course not..

"Hermano, what do you mean the 'socks' rule is a joke? Are you calling me fuckin gay?"

He is smart, smarter than that..he is even mostly joking but makes it REALLY convincing that sometimes people genuinely think he is unaware of the fact that having sex with another male that is so absolutely huge, enough to have him get the next two days off, is obviously gay.

He was unfortunately very.. forgetful the first time having sex. Thinking he can definitely handle it 'raw' because that's what it's like usually for women and he never had a reason to learn about male weak spots unless it's to kill said male.

So, let me tell you.. with your absolutely massive size in all means, being a top and him relentlessly ordering you to "Show him what you've got!" And to "not go easy on him!" Mixed together lead to a 'perfect' mixture of " a trip to ER"

He was too ashamed to go to ER immediately but did get a private doctor he can maybe kill if necessary to check him out. There was no irreversible damage but he definitely learnt that lube is important and the male body does NOT act the same as a female one! What a shocker..

He is REAALLLYY into praising. He WILL praise you at any chance given, mixed in with a lot of physical touch. Again.. especially on the muscles and abs. Man probably had erotic dreams about that too

Don't ask him though he'd just lie or not tell you to not creep you out.

Funny enough, I think he likes helping you shave or just doing "stereotypically" masculine things with you. Working out, fishing, sometimes cooking (but in a masculine way, he'll swear it's a really masculine thing.), you name it!

Later on in the relationship, he really doesn't mind you being submissive at all, unlike the others, he is very neutral to it. Sees it as more of a quirk of yours than anything.

Does not like labeling himself as gay but would lie about being your husband sometimes just to see the shocked look on peoples faces.

Favourite positions? His most favourite one is against a dirty wall in a blind spot at an especially public place like an alley or around the corner of something late at night

OR in a big bath with flowers and candles, extra romantic. Those are the two options, take it or leave it. Romantic or like two filthy teens.

Tends to forget sometimes that you can't give him your all because you will literally shatter him, you NEED to remind him that he shouldn't push you until you've no choice but to fuck his brains out but Alejandro is just Alejandro. Can't help but love him.

He 100% has a picture of you in his wallet AND a tattoo of your name.

Was probably the first to say 'I love you' but in a 'bro way'

Keegan P. Russ

Another tough nut to write about. He is in NO way the Dom daddy that he is written as though that's for sure.

His first reaction to you walking through the god damn door was just side eyeing you for an uncomfortably long time. Probably you would have to be the one to talk to him first if you want to get ANYWHERE

Ignoring that whole..thing..with how you'd even meet, he will be quite happy. Not overjoyed like Krüger or confused like Gaz. He's more okay with it.

Keegan is more about who you are and what you can actually contribute than just physical strength. Being intimidating was right up his alley too so he bonded with you quite quickly.

No internal or external homophobia, bro was just chill like that tbh

As long as you prove yourself helpful and spend a LOT of time with him, he'll treat you like an equal in absolutely no time.

Sometimes he DOES overestimate you though and when he does, even if disappointed, apologises and treats you to a dinner out once he has made sure it's safe. And by out I mean out. On the fucking grass. He is NOT paying for no restaurant. AND you need to be wearing Ghillie suit just in case. Only to be safe. Maybe have a bomb or two to distract in case something happens. Wow those old sniper habits die hard, huh?

Is actually quite confused though by the switch when it comes to sex life. He expected you to be just as bold and cold as you are out and about in your everyday life/battlefield but instead he was met with basically puppy dog eyes at his feet

Can't complain, it was kinda hot, that's his initial thought process. Just as he should, he quickly adapted to the situation. Did a couple quick searches of 'how to be dominant in bed for losers with no life outside of brotherhood' and he was ready to go!

JUST to be greeted with another shocking surprise when YOU were the one to actually fuck him. Just like Horangi, he was a bit taken back by it. None of those wiki how's had said anything about how to take a cock like a champ :[

He did not take that cock like a champ.

He took it like a loser in fact.

He was very fond of more intimate or 'traditional' positions. Due to your height and strength difference.. it seemed to click in his mind exactly like this.

'oh since I'm the smaller one, I'm the one who gets fucked? Makes sense.'

He is very smart, yes, just not sexually. BUT he is no pushover. He WILL overstimulate you until you're begging him to stop fucking himself on you. You just habe to wait until he gets the hang of it and it's over.

Not too kinky, more moderate. Like the average John Doe, missionary or reverse cowgirl, anything as long as he has direct access to your whole body.

Can't even lie to himself but he is a big thighs appreciator. He likes thighs very much so. Sometimes he ALMOST turns into a whiny bitch dog when he wants to try fucking your thighs. As long as you let him, he'll have a field day with those huge thangs 🤤 shi bru me too. Someone of that size will naturally have thicker thighs. And Keegan wants them to crush his skull.

He often jokes that even the rest of the ghosts would appreciate and see that as an honourable death, to go on and finish the Ghosts 'death ritual'.

He says that he'd do an extra good job protecting his homeland in afterlife if his reason for death was your thighs or your dick.

He is a pretty big loser the rest of the time when not in bed unfortunately :[

He is NOT talking about none the entire day then gets really talkative when it's time to fuck.

Still charming, you can't POSSIBLY say no to those eyes, can you, big boy?

(for the confused ones, THIS is a Ghillie suit)

Guys did I do good I hope I didn't bore you to death but I swear I:m just a big yapper who loves to yap :[

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🏷Price🏷

Nervous About First Time and Price's Solution 🔞

Home For Christmas 🥰

Price’s Wife w/ The Boys 🥰

Alpha!Price helps pregnant Omega!Reader 🪢🥰

Take A Seat 🔞

🧢Gaz🧢

Soft Moments, Important Questions 🥰

Knight!Gaz and Princess!Reader 🔞👑

Gaz Has Roommates, Whoops 🎲🔞

🧼Soap🧼

Christmas Surprise 🥰

Prone Bone 🔞

Princess! Reader Knighting Knight! Johnny 👑

Shifter Neighbor!Soap 🐾🔞

Sundress Szn 🔞

One Bed but not really 🥰

💀Ghost💀

Soft Ghost Thoughts/Loving Simon 🥰

Simon At Christmas 🥰

Simon Loves Seeing You Comfy 🔞🥰

Arcade Date 🥰

Mate At First Sight/Scent 🔞🪢

God of Death Simon 🎲

Short Ghost Thing-a workout 🔞

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Never Just "One Night" 🔞

On His Knees For You 🔞

Don’t Mess With His Kid 🎲

Graves w/ sick reader 🥰

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🤠Alejandro🤠

Weird Mountain Lion 🐾

🤴König🤴

Shifter!König but he’s uh… 🐾

Relying on König 🔞

Octo-Monster Hybrid 🐾🔞

Octo-Konig on Valentines Day 🐾🔞

Octo-Konig x freak scientist reader 🐾🔞

Anxiety HCs 🎲

🚁Nikolai🚁

Cat Dad Nikolai 🥰

Nikto

He's Comfortable With Your Touch 🥰

Sputnik 🎲

🦂Valeria🦂

Punishment 🔞

👥Multiple👥

Hybrid/Shifter 141+ Graves & the reader wanting to sleep in 🐾

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Goofy HCs, 141 Edition 🎲

Goofy HCs 2 (Alex, Farah, Laswell, and Nikolai Edition) 🎲

Calling 141 + Graves By Their Rank 🔞

Poly 141 On New Years 🥰

COD Guys + Helping Their S/O On Their Period 🥰

141 + Words of Affirmation 🥰

PriceNik x Reader-3 way call 🔞

141 + Sick Reader 🥰

Werewolf!141 scenting reader 🎲🔞

141 x reader short scenarios 🔞

Mate At First Sight pt 2 (Ghost x Reader x Soap x Gaz) 🔞🪢

Hybrids In Spring, Non-Horny Edition🐾🎲

You Have A Big Dog 🥰

Big Guy Cuddles (Konig and Ghost) 🥰🔞

Fathers Day with 141🥰

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Werewolf Bf (Milo) Helps After a Long Day 🔞

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Werewolf Bf (Milo) And The Missing Clothes 🥰🔞

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👽Alien👽

Alien mate + pet names 🥰

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3 - Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Never got the chance. To say a last goodbye.

pairing: john f. kennedy/oc (princess anna) word count: 3, 354 summary: the princess meets two small, but darling royals in their own right, with the little prince becoming quite interested in her very quickly. new paths are forged and a friendship is formed. warnings: jack and other real people mentioned will be mildly out of character (this is purely on my interpertation of these historical people) at times, grammar errors, grief, but nothing much. a lighter part for once.

22nd July 1965

Her plane touched down on the airfield in Cape Cod. It was a smaller, chartered plane, nothing lavish, since no one really wanted the press to swarm the place.

Jack was standing with Caroline and John (who had insisted on going along with him to meet the princess that would their houseguest for a few days). He had decided to wear a light suit not wanting to look too casual, even if no cameras were present or watching. After all, his guest was royalty and he didn't want to look sloppy around her.

The white plane door opened, and there she was at the top of the stairs leading up to the plane. Dressed in a blue long-sleeve, and camel colored trousers, sunglasses perched on her hair, she appeared almost ordinary. Well, Harper's Bazaar cover 'ordinary', but still, not like…well a princess.

He heard John whisper to Caroline. "Are you sure she's a princess? She doesn't have a crown."

Jack chuckled, keeping his eyes on the princess.

Caroline leaned down to her brother and said. "Princesses don't wear crowns everywhere, John."

In a few moments, she was down the steps and towards the plane hangar, where two cars were waiting with Jack, his children and the Secret Service. Following after her was her private secretary…Jack forgot his name, but he saw how close he kept to the princess. Then came two guards of her own, at both her sides, with her private secretary two steps behind her.

So much for low-key, thought Jack.

Then he saw that learned smile of hers, the one he remembered from that night, flashing at him as she neared.

He reached out his hand diplomatically, and she shook it (although it did feel a bit awkward to do so).

Caroline followed, doing a little curtsy and looking shyly up at the princess. "Your Highness."

"You must be Caroline, pleasure to meet you." A small smile passed Caroline's face. "And you're John?"

"Hello. Where's your crown?" John, in earnest asked, unfiltered as children were.

Her Highness let out a laugh, and that quickly diffused any initial tension, because Jack couldn't help but join her, Caroline scowling at her brother (she had just moments ago explained why).

"Back in Denmark, I travel lightly." Her Highness answered. "But thank you for asking, no one rarely asks about my crowns."

The little boy looked very pleased at the praise and nodded, grasping at the princess' hand as she kneeled down to shake his hand too. It was quite a sweet scene to witness.

The princess' entourage was piled into the second car, and Her Highness rode with Jack and his children. Sitting by the window with Jack's children between them, John looked up at the blonde woman curiously, a thousand and one questions swirling in that petite head of his. Jack, who usually stared out the window during car rides when he wasn't driving, found himself observing his son's perplexed look. Caroline leaned herself against her father, as she did often.

"Do you have a castle?" John ventured, hazel brown eyes searching for answers as the princess' grey-blue eyes came away from the window and met his.

"Not a castle exactly. My parents have a few palaces and a hunting lodge. I stay with them."

"So, you don't have your own castle?"

"No, I don't." She shook her head.

"So, you don't have home?"

"Well, home is where my books are." That made Jack smile, while John kept steady in his interrogation. "And I travel a lot, so I don't really have a need for a permanent home, yet. Sort of nomadic, even with a tiara resting on my head every now and then."

"No-nomadik-…gnome?" The four year old tried to spell the new word, his hazel eyes curiously gazing at her.

"Oh, nomadic, it's…um. Well, it's a person who travels a lot or is always moving." Her highness tried to explain. "Someone who doesn't stay in one place for too long."

John almost seemed to grasp it, but he was still a toddler so he didn't fully understand. Yet, he wanted to show that he was a smart boy so he nodded, feigning knowingness.

The Princess smiled at him, and the boy was satisfied.

 

Anna was still slightly befuddled even as she arrived in America, and met President Kennedy's children (who were very charming and polite, she thought), and drove in the same car as them. What was the deeper purpose of her being there? She couldn't just accept that it was some sort of gesture for international friendship, because she saw no cameras or journalists on her arrival. And now she had met his children. AND would be staying at his cottage near his family…what was it called…compound?

Nonetheless, she felt odd about this, and she knew she could've said "no" and that would've been that. But her curiosity outweighed any strange feelings she held.

Now, she was saw the sea.

Her things were at the president's house, her guards securing the area with the help of the American Secret Service, who would be looking after her.

Aase, too, was somewhere, probably bossing around some confused poor maid, who had to hear his broken English (Aase was man of many talents, but somehow had slept through learning English properly). He had insisted that he come along, since she had never travelled on her own ever since he began his service as her private secretary. He was kind of like her…guard dog, gatekeeper. And greatest protector, probably, next to her father. And an older brother, in many ways.

It was good, in truth that she had one person who she could talk to, who she knew. Because she saw quite quickly that the Kennedys were a different breed of human. It wasn't even ten minutes when she had settled into her guest room, when one of the president's siblings (Eunice or was it Patricia? One name or the other), bowed her dark head in and after polite introductions invited her to a game of touch football. Touch football? Strange name for a game. And she declined, letting down the older woman easily. She wasn't exactly an avid sportswoman, sure she could play tennis adequately and swim very well. But she wasn't crazy about it or very competitive.

From the president's cottage she couldn't really see the water, but she had made her way to what was called the big house, where she did see a game of football being played. But no one noticed her walk by (which she did like, that veil of brief invisibility), and down to the water, one her guard's (Mika Dahl) a few paces behind her.

Slipping off her sandals, she dipped her toes into the water which was a little cool, but refreshing. Mika laid down his suit's jacket down onto the sand so she could sit on it, her feet touching the edge of the water. She closed her eyes and took in her surroundings. The summery ocean breeze, seagulls somewhere, distant shouts for proper "plays" whatever that meant, Mika shuffling in the sand standing not too far behind her. The waves subtly crashing against the coastline. Sand grains getting stuck between her toes. The salty smell of the air, its freshness. Her hair picking up in the wind and brushing against her skin.

Exhaling, Anna's eyes flickered open, looking out into the horizon. She liked Hyannis Port, or at least she thought she would. Her legs were pulled towards her chest, arms resting over her knees as she just sat there. Still taking it all in. "Mika, jeg tror, jeg kan lide dette sted." (Mika, I think I like this place). The guard's silence was normal, he knew when she wanted to be talked back to.

She sat there for a while.

She heard the president's voice, her reverie and daydreaming ended.

"So, this is where you went to, your highness? Eunice told me you weren't interested in a game." He was dressed in a more relaxed fashion. Better than that suit he'd worn at the hangar. Now wearing a blue polo shirt and beige shorts. His hair twisted and messy by the wind and from the game. Nothing like the polished man on glossy magazine covers or refined newspaper pages or even when they first met.

"I…I didn't know there would be activities today. I would've packed more sportier clothes." She tried to find an excuse that wouldn't directly give away her disinterest in any form of football.

"You could've said that." Her ears tried to parse if there was disappointment in his tone or not. Social cues could be a bit of mystery to her sometimes. But that tone was gone in the next sentence. "Have you settled in, your highness?"

He dropped down next to her on the sand, though not as gracefully, and a bit more careful with his movements.

"Yes, I am settled."

A half-smile crossed his face, that held many creases joined by the smile lines she noted. "Good. Your, uh, private secretary, was looking for you. And well," He scratched the back of his neck. "so was I."

Anna raised a brow at that. "Well, here I am, Mr. President."

"You don't have to call me that when no one is looking." That sounded like a line, and she saw that he cringed when he had said it. "I…I didn't mean it like that, your highness. It's just…"

She scoffed, maybe a bit too sharply. Not at all ladylike. She looked off at the water, it glistened in the sunlight that was slowly beginning to set over the horizon.

"Wha-what was that for?"

"Why am I here? Are you…" She really didn't want to ask, but if she was going to enjoy her time, she needed it out of the way. "Are you trying to…to proposition me?"

And the appalled look on his face, and the faint red tint on his cheeks gave her the answer before he regained his voice. With an obvious faux cough he said. "No, no-no. I…"

Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. "Oh, Gud." Anna felt her own face change its color. "Jeg kvajede mig." (I fucked up) She muttered under her breath, as she averted her eyes.

"Come again?"

"I…I misspoke." She pushed her hair out of her face at a gust of wind. "I…"

"No, you're right to be confused…I…in your shoes who wouldn't be." He started, clearing his throat. "And I should be more upfront with why I asked you here."

Anna looked at him, showing that she was listening.

"I don't have many people who I've talked about…my wife…because- it doesn't matter why. But meeting you, you brought something out of me. And I thought we understood each others…" He knew the right word, but wasn't sure he could just say it.

"Pain and suffering?" She offered, and the president nodded.

"Pain. My…my family and friends have…moved on from losing her. They don't seem…stuck."

"And you are?"

Again, he moved his head, bowing it slightly looking at the sand as his fingers traced patterns on it. "But you, maybe because you are a stranger, didn't stop me, and even related to being stuck."

"I must tell you, it wasn't normal for me to talk about Micheal, either. I can't…most of the time."

"Neither can I, about my wife. But I think…it did some good, remembering, with you."

"Even if you don't know anything about me? Aside from what you've found out by now and of my fiancé."

"I want…this might sound strange - but I would like to know you. No, not like that. As friends."

"Friends?"

"Someone outside of our worlds. We could…confide in each other. About our…pain." It was an interesting and very…one might say unique idea.

"I'm a Crown Princess and you're a president, the…optics are…well…" She gestured vaguely.

"Oh, my brother's already given me an earful, don't you start, too." He tried to laugh it off.

"But it's true." She couldn't help joining his laughter with a soft chuckle. "Everyone will think something."

"You haven't rejected my idea, yet." He pointed out.

"Because I can't find the right words, yet." She tapped her chin, playfully showing she was thinking. "We would be each others confidantes, right?"

He nodded. Being vulnerable with him, she had done that all those months ago. It was strange that they could bring out dark parts of their lives out and into words.

But she also remembered the relief she had felt to be able to talk about something she kept so close to her heart, and knowing that her family though supportive had moved on with their lives (her younger sisters in colleges, and one, Agnes, two years Anna's junior, married and with a baby on the way), while she seemed to, like the president said, stuck like he was.

That one night on Valentine's Day had been refreshing, to bleed with someone who also had an open wound.

"Okay. Lad os prøve det her." (Okay. Uh... Let's try this.) She slipped into Danish and blushed when he noticed his confused expression.

"Can I hear the last part again?"

"I said that we can try this friendship. I've never been friends with a president before."

"I've never been friends with a princess before. We're both learning something new."

This made them both smile, slightly in their equally emotionally restrained way, both not used to talking about their feelings and having the conversation they just had.

"So, there is still a sailing race? That wasn't some ruse to get me to come here across an ocean to become your friend?"

"Oh, that wasn't a ruse. And we…my family, have sailed in it over the years. It was an earnest invite."

"All right…good." She nodded and looked at the sea, the sun nearing the horizon line. A thought bloomed in her head."Do you sometimes feel like a part of your soul comes alive when you breathe in salty air?"

With that, something was awakened in them, and their conversation found sound passage and they talked well after the sun had set. Only the calls to dinner brought them away from the beach.

 

After dinner at the Big House, Jack saw Anna walk over to his father, Joe, after debilitating strokes confined to a wheelchair and his words to his mind, sitting on the white wood porch. The only things Joe could say were “No” or louder and in quicker succession “No, no”. He’d been given a chalkboard so when he was able to write, he could say what his voice failed him to.

Now, Jack witnessed how gently Anna kneeled next to the man, who was a ghost of his former self, and talk with the man, not looking for replies. But he saw how his father lit up slightly at her attention and didn’t even bristle at her attentiveness. She was admittedly a good looking woman, and his father was still at his core himself, and didn’t dislike having a woman like her near.

Caroline tugged at Jack’s hand. “Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story?” She yawned softly and Jack nodded.

“Of course, Buttons. Let’s go get you and your brother to bed.”

Caroline and John in bed, Jack retired to the porch of his own cottage, cigar smoking between his fingers. He looked towards the Big House. He went over the day in his head, and found some good things and ignored anything bad. The door to the porch from inside the house creaked open and the padding of feet made his head turn. Her Highness, Anna. She had a cardigan now over her day clothes. It did get colder even in the summer evenings, especially by the sea. She had her hands wrapped around her body as she came to stand next to him. In silence they stood for longer than either imagined.

Eventually, Jack said “Good night, Princess”, put out his cigar and went to return inside. He stopped at the door, body hallway in, but turned his head and looked at her. The moon shined on her again, and her back was to him. His mouth opened, to say something more, but nothing came out. He shook his head and left her alone.

 

Anna was lying in bed, unable to sleep. Not strange for her, since she often found herself wide awake when she should’ve counted sheep and fallen asleep. The lights were off and the curtains were drawn with one window slightly open, so she’d have fresh air. But nothing took her off to dreamland. She’d brought along books to read, that was her cure most nights even if she more often then not fell asleep later since she would become immersed in her reading. But the books weren’t helping. Her mind was alive and only a pill might quiet it. Aase didn’t like that she took pills, even if he knew she struggled.

She sat up when she heard a soft knock on the door of her bedroom. Her brows knitted together. It certainly wasn’t Aase, his knock was very formal, and he would address her exactly five seconds after the first knock. She wasn’t sure how the President knocked, but this wasn’t an adults knock either way.

“Who is it?” She called out and threw her feet over the side of the bed and out from under the covers. She had on a long silken nighty and her hair was in a braid. Her hand touched the doorknob after no answer came, and she pulled the door open. Casting her eyes downward, she saw the First Son was at her door. “Oh, hello.”

“There’s a monster under my bed.” The little boy choked out as he twisted his fingers, clad in light blue pjs and a little robe. He stared up at her with tears barely restrained in his eyes.

Why had he come to her? His father was surely in a nearby bedroom, or a nurse was somewhere in the house. Anna kneeled down to his height. “Did you ask your father for help?”

“Daddy’s with Caroline. She’s crying again.” The small boy said before grabbing onto Anna like a koala. “The monster’s so scary. Please, tell it to go away.”

“You poor thing.” Anna said. Surprised at the embrace brought from the boy, she gathered her bearings quickly. Seeing as how the First Son didn’t let go of her, she picked him up. “All right, let’s go see about this creature.”

“Thank…thank you.” He whispered into the crook of her neck.

He whispered into her ear where his bedroom was, and when they entered he pointed to his bed before cowering into her arms again.

“Hey, I’ll check out this creature and everything will be fine.” She soothed the boy, rubbing his back and carefully set him down on the carpeted floor and crouched down to look under the bed. Like she had expected nothing. Well, there was a mound of…clothes, which she pulled out. “No monster, see. It was just a jumper and socks.”

A smile broke out on the boy’s features, like sunbeams. “You got it. Thank you, thank you.” He ran back to her and hugged her, this time not as startled by him and easily lifted him into bed and tucking him in.

She wasn’t usually at ease with children, turning stiff and tongue-tied. But she had managed to calm and comfort the First Son quite well. Soon enough the boy was snoozing away. She folded up the articles that had been the monster under his bed and set them down on a stool.

Closing the door behind her, she returned to her bedroom and falling onto her bed. Her brain had filled with more questions, but most too private to voice. With that, she managed to quiet her mind just enough to have her eyes close and drift off.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 12 - Would I Lie to You?

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Shadow Dance Masterlist

Summary: Post clash with Shadow Company, Rory and Price share a moment together before she is sent in to interrogate Valeria

Warnings/Tags: Minors DNI, swearing, character with trauma, established relationship, military inaccuracies, referenced/implied torture, includes some in-game dialogue, references to previous fic (All Along the Watchtower), fluff, flirting

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC - 3rd person POV (Rory Sinclair)

Word count: 5.3 K

A/N: the further continuation of Rory's story, this follows and expands upon the COD: MW2 reboot canon. Told from Rory's POV.

November 3, 2022 17:53 - Fuerzas Especiales base, Las Almas, Mexico

The base had been secured. Shadow Company stragglers removed. The prisoner still held under lock and key — she could be left to sweat a little while longer.

Joints were sore. Bodies bruised. Sweat clung to their backs, behind their knees, and their armpits.

Joints clicked and popped. Arms, legs, and backs were stretched and massaged by rough hands. Sweat smeared their faces as masks were removed, and eyeblack was summarily wiped away. 

As Price stood in front of the bathroom sink, washing away the dried blood that marked his face and arms, sloshing handfuls of water on his skin, Rory lingered in the doorway. She had placed herself on watch duty, leaning against the jamb, her sore shoulder resting against the cool surface of painted wood.

"Don't have to stand there all day, darlin'." The water shut off with the squeak of a tap, the faucet growing silent without the rushing flow. Shaking off his hands, droplets of water plinked against the porcelain of the basin. "I'm fine, Ror," he said, glancing at her reflection in the mirror.

She cleared her throat and sighed heavily, shifting her position to cross her arms over her chest defensively. "I'm well aware you're fine. This is more for my own benefit than yours." Her gaze flickered away to a small portion of darkened grout between tiles on the floor as she scratched at one of the drying flakes of healing skin on her cheek. "Thought I'd lost you there for a mo'."

"Pinch y'rself, might make you feel better."

"Oh it's certainly not a dream, you're still a bit of an arse."

His mouth curled into a wry grin, and a low, husky chuckle echoed in the concrete confines of the lavatory as he turned to face her, leaning against the edge of the sink, mirroring her stance. "How do I look?"

Her eyes roamed over the scratches and abrasions left behind, the reddened skin from the burns on his forehead and forearms, assessing the damage now that the gore had been removed. "Only slightly burnt and buggered." Her lower lip curled into an estimating pout. "Could probably still get good resale value on you."

The gravelly sound of his laughter escaped him once more as he snatched up his boonie hat waiting for him on the counter and ran a hand through his hair. Slipping the hat back on and adjusting it, he tugged it forward so the brim shaded his eyes. His hands, now covered in scrapes and bandages, adding to the collection of scars that marked his knuckles and stood out from the dark hair on the dorsal side, wrapped around the edge of the sink. "So, s'pose this means the cat's out of the bag for us, eh? Can't go on pretendin' like there's nothin' goin' on between us."

Rory scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Oh please, we do a good job on home base keeping things strictly professional, but out in the field we've never exactly been secretive, have we? Having a bit of a snog in front of Si is hardly going to be news to him, love. Besides, gives him something new to banter about. I'm sure Soap and Gaz will have some new quip to toss our way soon enough because of it."

"Oh Christ," he gruffed, "You're not wrong there. Those two are all too happy to give me the bollockin' of the century over any ol' thing."

A knowing grin spread across her lips, entirely too smug, as she tipped her head to the side almost innocently. "Karma, perhaps?"

"Oi!" He barked, pointing a finger at her in an accusatory gesture. "Not you too."

She giggled and moved to meet him at the sink, standing between his muscular thighs as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "My darling, I was the original," she purred, embraced by the warmth of his strong arms coiling against the swell of her hips.

Growling low in his throat, he leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. "Bloody pain in my arse the whole lot of ya, an' you're the worst one 'cause I can't escape ya."

"Tendrils are in too deep now, eh?"

"Fuck," he rasped. "Are they ever." A slow, lazy smirk curled under his mustache, indenting dimples below the cover of scruff on his cheeks, his gaze warm and glinting with a spark of something they would have to contend with later.

Time seemed to stand still, even as the minutes ticked by, something that always occurred as they held one another in close proximity. The world blurring and fading away until it was just the two of them. The only two people in the world who really understood each other. But, just as rapidly as the sensation of being bound to one another arrived, it was so easily frayed as John pulled away and broke the bond between them.

Drifting her fingers over his barrel chest, stroking the wicking material of his tac top, Rory pictured the scars that lay hidden below, the many close calls they could have had before that she didn't have to see play out in real time. "You know, I don't think things are going to change too drastically for us. You just keep being the same stubborn, gruff bastard you always are, and I'll keep following along."

He curled the rough skin of his trigger finger under her chin, tipping her head back to meet his inscrutable focus. "Tha's my good girl." His voice vibrated through her with a deep rumble as he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths melding in the tenuous space between them.

"Come on, can't be stood here all day. Still have a job to do," he said, moving with purposeful strides towards the door. His focus was no longer distracted, diverted away from the objective. The romance kill switch engaged, allowing him to return to the role of the ruthlessly decisive Captain.

The door to the makeshift holding cell opened with a clanking groan inside the room of corrugated metal walls and lit only by the searing, oppressive gleam of fluorescent lights. The air inside stuffed brimming with a thickness that filled the throat and the lungs. Cotton batting shoved tight inside the confines of a plush animal’s form. Sewn in. Locked inside with the desperate desire to reach in and tear it free. A shoe box for holding an unwanted creature, the lid duct taped on and lacking any of the punched holes. A proper prison to inspire hopelessness.

Solitary confinement. Sensory deprivation. 

Enhanced Interrogation Techniques. A term Rory had become all too familiar with during her time serving in the Middle East and working alongside the CIA. A term with deeply Orwellian meaning considering it was the government approved use of sanctioned torture. A thousand and one methods developed to break a person, to incapacitate them, killing their drive to fight back until they were little more than a heap of flesh submitting to order and control. The use of violence, of humiliation. Techniques formulated by the military and psychologists that tore into the human psyche, reshaping them, moulding the mind into something docile. Weakened to the point where self-preservation was a scrap of a memory. Prey to be dragged into the next set of waiting shackles to be bent, bruised, and brutalized. 

She had thought taking a person’s life was the hardest thing to learn to do, but having an education in destroying a person’s mind, their autonomy, was worse. It was a heavy weight that settled in her gut, Medusa’s stare on her soul (if it was one that could even be considered viable enough to be named as such, if it even existed at all). To know that she was capable of performing such tasks, that she excelled at it, was a curse that made it difficult to look at herself in the mirror afterwards. But the fact that disgusted her most was that after so many years of practice the after effects had come to fade, the guilt a stain that could be washed away. Out, damned spot, out… and she had the Oxyclean spray to do it.

The shadowy lengths of the room were haloed by high beams. A single chair sitting empty in the middle of the space. Cliche in its barren minimalism. But, despite the state of the enclosure, the prisoner seemed confident, unburdened by their capture, and even less worried about their future as Colonel Vargas led the 141 inside. The brazen grin, the cocksure composure – Rory didn’t speak Spanish but she could glean that the Colonel and the woman known only to her as Valeria had some shared history. A person didn’t come to spit such vitriol about another without knowing them personally, without having been spurned by them, burned by them. 

Price rested his hands on the body of his rifle, maintaining the portrayal of a man composed despite the fact that his fingers sat a flinch away from gripping the trigger. It was a front that Rory saw right through as she stood there pressed shoulder to shoulder beside Gaz, noticing as John’s lips drew into a stiff, straight line. His gimlet stare swirling like stormy seas about to ravage the shoreline, tearing stone away from rocky cliffs with the power of rushing waves while obscured beneath the shaded brim of his boonie hat.

A beat of silence passed as the bickering between Vargas and Valeria fell away, leaving one woman to stand against a line of soldiers who she had done anything but ingratiate herself to. The broad shoulders filling up the width of the room blockaded the route to the door. No escape. No way out but through. An instant death sentence.

Keep the prisoner’s back to the wall. Make them forget there is a way out. Make them understand that their only means of survival is by the hand of those who serve as warden.

This was the sight of a man who had no respect for the individual who stood before him, restraining himself as he stared down the cartel leader. A violent, criminal pestilence that had sunk herself deeper into the pits of immorality by teaming up with terrorists. One of the lowest of the low in his eyes based off of the fierce gleam like that of a sharpened knife that reflected in his irises. This wasn't like with Hadir, working with AQ with good intentions — a means to an end — this was entirely selfish, through and through, driven by greed and a callous disregard for lives caught in the crossfire.

“You knew there was a third missile.”

“Oh, I didn’t count them,” Valeria replied coyly. “I have people for that.”

“She’s lying.” Vargas’ brows lowered, the darkened depths of his eyes narrowing to slits while dealing with the viper in his midst.

“Where’s Hassan?”

“Where’s the other missile?”

Everyone seemed to be getting their licks in, meanwhile Rory held back. Listening. Watching. There was more to an interrogation than pure intimidation. One had to read the signs, the tells, the tics. Observation was crucial. The difference between a bluff, a bold-faced lie, and the truth wrenched from clenched hands could be as simple as which direction the perpetrator’s eyes slid.

“Chicago.”

No fear. Valeria stared each man straight in the eye as they spoke to her. She didn’t cower, didn’t melt or fade into something timid at the sight of men with at least seventy pounds on her. She was hardened. Steel. Titanium. The mettle on her was astounding. Carrying herself as proudly as the gold chain she wore around her neck, this was no pyrite facade.

Gaz looked between his superior officers, at their unflinching reactions as the information was tossed in their laps. “What the fuck’s going on?”

“I said I’d tell you where he was, I didn’t say I would stop him,” Valeria retorted.

“You fucking scorpion,” Vargas rasped, circling the prisoner. Rage radiated off him in waves, his stare piercing into the side of her skull as he snarled,  “I warned you she would do this, eh?” 

A hard woman, Valeria was the kind of soldier Rory had been warned about throughout her career. The ones who stopped seeing the casualties, the ones who only saw how they could lucratively exploit their position. In the Middle East there had been dozens of them, ones who took up racketeering, who started asking the locals for protection funds. Ones who stopped seeing the objective, stopped caring about security or peace and just aimed to line their own pockets to make life a little easier, not bothered by the burden of conscience.

“I run a business, señores. We grow or we die. It's the way of the world." Shrugging off the carnage she had just unleashed with the ease of an insurance company at the loss of life. All business, nothing personal.

An utter disgrace, Rory thought. Contempt amassing into a slick, sickening knot in her stomach.

“You put a target on your back,” Price warned in a low husk, pointing at Valeria, putting her in her place. Stiff. Solid. Unrelenting. The unstoppable force of the Las Almas cartel having just met the immovable object that was Captain Price. A man just as proud, just as confident in his skills, and only bound and restricted by his own moral code made up of lenient rules to be used as he saw fit.

A cruel smirk curled at his lip as he angled his head to the side – the sharp tilt that began the imminent death roll. Shifting just enough to ease the tension in his knees and back, readying himself for the slow prowl of the beast, sharp eyes bore into the drug kingpin as he assessed the threat up close. 

“No – I put a target in Chicago… Now fucking leave Las Almas and go find it. Fucking assholes, get out of here,” Valeria cursed, gesturing towards the door impudently.

But he didn't move, the tight sneer that pulled at his lips was one that didn’t meet his eyes, hard and flinty as they were. A look that instilled dread in most, the ones who knew what he was capable of. As cold as a winter's night and capable of sucking all the air out of the room like a vacuum.

“Maybe we should give ‘er a moment with the Lieutenant,” Price threatened.

Vargas glanced over at the bulky man in the skull mask – the one most would have expected. “Ghost?”

“No.” 

Price’s gaze raked over to Rory, towards the woman standing inches shorter than everyone else on their side of the room. Stood there looking like she was incapable of harming a fly as she glanced up at the colonel with her big doe eyes, hand clasped upon the left side pocket of her tac vest. The brass knuckles that lay hidden were cold enough to burn her even through material.

“She’s very persuasive, our Rory,” Price said with a slight nod towards the female lieutenant. 

“We’re under strict time limits what with a missile on the loose, and all." Rory shrugged, slipping her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, nonchalant about the whole ordeal. "I’ll happily offer my services.”

As the bodies filtered out, Rory glanced over her shoulder as the last gasp of fresh air filtered in and the door clanged shut harshly behind her. Her first thought was of the small creatures that seemed so sweet and endearing, and their choice of prey — venomous predators. Meerkats and mongoose, scorpions and snakes.

The flinch of the lines tattooed between Alejandro’s brows was more obvious than he must have believed, staring at her like he would be praying for her the next time he decided to go to church. The admittance of her skill as an inquisitor was one that often caused others to fall off balance, as if their world view had been smashed to pieces, victimized by their own eager belief in the mask she wore that crumbled away to reveal the danger that lurked below.

Alejandro looked between Valeria and Rory, accepting the soldier's offer with a nod before turning on his heel to leave, the rest of the 141 following suit.

Ripping open the velcro closure of the pocket of her vest, she pulled out the metal cigarette case she kept on her person at all times and flipped it open. Placing a cigarette to her lips, she slipped the case back in her pocket without saying a word, and then collected her lighter. The smooth metal, cool to the touch, was a familiar weight in her hand as she brought the flame to the tip of her fag.

"Mind if I smoke," she asked, after lighting up. Pointing at the nearby empty chair, Rory flipped the lid of the lighter closed. "Take a seat while you're at it too, yeah?"

The calculating eyes of the drug lord shifted to the chair sitting in her periphery, flicking back up to meet Rory's placid visage as she exhaled a stream of smoke that formed a wispy cloud above their heads, stagnating the air further.

"Go on, then. Best not to have me asking twice." Rory maintained her manners, ever the diplomat in her approach, it was the fact that she could keep some semblance of kindness while threatening a person with bodily harm that made her such a keen interrogator. She didn't resort to name calling unless it was required, she was respectful in her interactions with her target. Until, of course, they started to require a heavier hand and the tools of the trade came out.

Valeria sighed, swaggering over to the folding chair and dragging it over. The screech across the ground was grating, ending in a bang as she slammed the seat down and sat in it. Resting her arms over the back of the seat, she pressed her legs together and leaned to the side, begrudgingly taking part in the exercise she had been forced into with her captors.

"So, you're the one I was warned about, eh?” Rory said, tilting her head to the side, giving the woman before her an appraising look. “Quite the impressive feat taking over a cartel all by yourself. All that ambition… and for what, I wonder.”

“If you're trying to soften me up –”

Scoffing, grey plumes puffed out over Rory's lips. “I'd need a bloody meat tenderizer and the patience of a saint to do that. Trust me, I'm not wasting my time with that palaver. I just want to know where we find Hassan and his missile.”

“What makes you think I'd tell you anything, huh? You've got CIA who can go digging, no?”

“We do, yeah. But that takes so much longer. And we both know that if you play nice then you'll get off a lot easier with the authorities, won't you?” Rory leaned forward, arms crossed over her chest, a smug grin on her face as she tapped off the ashes from the end of her cigarette. “You'll also have a much prettier mugshot.”

Cocking her brow, Valeria angled her head, lifting her chin to give Rory the once over. “You know, a woman of your talents… you could make a lot more in my line of work.”

Rory hummed, lifting her brow in retaliation to the proposal. “No thanks. I'll have to decline that gracious offer. Money's not really what I'm in it for.” 

“Then why do it at all? You think it's some achievement selling yourself like a whore for the government? Who do you think funded the narcos to begin with?”

Patting the other woman's shoulder, Rory stood up straight once more and then moved to stand in front of Valeria as she collected the plastic bag from her tac vest pocket. "I've seen the Sicario films. I'm well aware of what your type is capable of. And while I'm sure Alejandro has done some rather despicable things to get a job done —well, he's not Price. That's the sort of man who proudly claims to be the monster in the dark, the type who has no moral qualms about doing whatever needs to be done to deal with a target. And he's just left you alone in a room with me. So, before you think you're getting out of this unscathed, you should know exactly the type of people you've just pissed off.”

Rory stood there, unflinching, blinking a few times. Unfazed. Lifting her cigarette to her lips, she took a long drag, indulging in the burn of the smoke down her throat and the taste of tobacco and the many carcinogens that set the chemical receptors in her brain alight. “While I do appreciate you trying to play the ethical card with me, pleading to my sense of humanity and all, I'm afraid it won't work.”

Rory rounded Valeria's seat and grabbed the zip ties from her pocket, strapping them to the cartel leader's wrists, binding her hands behind her back and to the chair. The cigarette dangled from her lips as she mumbled around it, making sure the ties were secure, wrenching the closures tighter until they left marks in Valeria's skin. “You see, the man you basically, in no uncertain terms, just told to “fuck off” to his face, happens to be one, Captain Price. And while that name might mean nothing to you, it comes with some hefty history."

The smile Rory gave was too friendly, bordering on saccharine. Too personable. The kind made all the more frightening as the fluorescents glinted in her eyes like the eye shine of a nocturnal animal and she stretched the plastic in her hands out taut.

The instrument of her prey's destruction.

Shoving the door open, Rory hauled a disheveled and sweat-slicked Valeria out of the containment room, leading her towards the row of vehicles where the 141, Colonel Vargas, and Sergeant Major Parra waited.

With the nod of approval from Price, Rory stepped back from the situation, his hand gripped tight to her shoulder, squeezing. Leaning back, his chin pressed to his chest as he looked up at her through his creased brow. A look shared between them that made sure she was present, not still in the mindset of the torturer. Resting her hand on top of his, she interlocked their fingers for a brief moment. A promise that she was still his lamb.

The cartel leader had put up a good fight, holding out just long enough to make Rory work for it. The ragged plastic hanging loosely from the Lieutenant's pocket was proof of that, coated in the condensation of hot breath and salty sweat after being placed over Valeria's head and tightened to the point of slow, agonizing suffocation. It was a method that had never failed in all the time she had started using it, and never left any of the tell-tale signs of violence. No bruises, no blood, but it boosted the fear response. Physical pain wasn't always necessary, but the threat of helplessness, of forcing a person to watch their life slip away with each strained breath, was enough to break most — the head of the Las Almas cartel included.

Striding forward, Rory pushed the stumbling woman along with her. Valeria's arms were still bound behind her back, her feet crisscrossing in front of the other with each step she took, coughing and sputtering out ragged breaths that her lungs were finally allowed take, eyes squinting against the brightness of the sun after being locked away in a windowless room. The eyes of the 141 and Los Vaqueros members tracked her as she led the prisoner to the hand-off. But even after undergoing interrogation, Valeria seemed to bounce back. Reduced to a weakened state for only a short amount of time before the hard guise of arrogance returned. Smirking as her shoulders were grabbed by Alejandro and tossed into the backseat of one of the black armored jeeps.

The moment between them was fleeting before the Captain shifted back into the severe face of a man without mercy for his enemies. “For now, she’s yours…” Price said to Vargas, his head snapping to face Valeria once more, his eyes narrowing in a flash. “But, we’ll be back.”

“I look forward to it.”

Bloody brass bollocks. It was all Rory could think. Even after being held prisoner, threatened, interrogated, she remained unbroken. Stitched back together in moments to stand so steadfast and sure. It would be impressive if Valeria wasn't allying herself with terrorists, if she wasn't out for her own gain.

“You’re going down for what you did,” Soap threatened, his upper lip curled into the sneer of a growling dog.

“It doesn’t matter what I did. It matters what you can prove,” Valeria shot back.

Cartels had their hands in everyone's pockets. They controlled the law, the army, the police, the government. Anything to keep the money flowing and the drugs shifting. A woman like Valeria, someone who had run the show without a face or a name for some time, she would know how to play the game because she knew the rules and how to break them, and much like other gang leaders Rory had come into contact with in her career, she knew how to stay out of trouble. Evidence was everything. Make law enforcement have to jump through enough hoops, get caught at dead ends and trapped in mazes, and it wasn't hard to get away with it all. Eventually they would give up and consider it a cold case.

“It matters what you can prove.” Valeria's voice replayed back at her, albeit more tinny. A voice recording. Held up in Rory's hand, her thumb resting on the playback button.

The narco's eyes narrowed to slits as Rory slipped the recorder into Alejandro's hand. "Got it all on tape," Rory said, meeting Valeria's glare without flinching. "She's not the first of her kind I've dealt with. Doubt she'll be the last. Their overconfidence is a weakness." Patting Vargas' arm, she headed towards the ramp of the waiting plane. "A pleasure doing business with you, Colonel."

It might not have kept her locked up for long, but at least it would help build a case. An audio confession was a powerful thing. Rory knew all too well about the legal ramifications of having a recording straight from the horses mouth about the vile things she had done, the threat she had unleashed on American soil, and how it wasn't the type of evidence that could just be thrown out in court. It was one of the few times she was thankful to have grown up a barrister's daughter, sometimes it gave her tricks up her sleeve to deal with enemies within the red tape.

Price's gaze drifted over his soldiers, ever committed to that visual check to make sure they had come out unscathed before gripping Rory's upper arm and tugging her aside. Leading her to the front of the aircraft towards the cockpit door, he stopped and tucked them into the corner where the drone of the engines would dampen their conversation, not allowing it to travel any further than the two of them.

Funneling onto the transport plane after saying their goodbyes, the squad took their seats and strapped in for the flight ahead to Chicago. The ramp shut with a heavy clash of metal, sealing out the sunlight as the yellowed lights of the interior flicked on. A collective sigh was let out among them all, their game of hide and seek was about to come to an end in the Midwest of the Land of the Free. The sheer toll of the body count possible with not knowing the missile's destination was enough to make a person's stomach drop. The dread was palpable, heavy and insistent, a leaded millstone draped around their necks.

Cigarettes and lighters were passed around, the orange flares flickering to life and burning into ashes just as quickly. A sombre reflection of what they could be looking at if they failed. Tensions rode high as hands clenched into fists or squeezed around weapons as they were cleaned and checked. Music blaring through earbuds as the squad of soldiers otherwise remained silent. Their focus directed to the coming fight and what was on the line.

"Well?" His brows lifted, digging deep trenches into the lines of his forehead. Cigar clamped between his lips, held at the corner of his mouth, swirls of smoke curled from his nostrils.

Rory nodded, confirming that she was able to gather the intel. "Arch Industries Tower in Chicago. The building's owned by a cartel shell company. Apparently, Hassan's taken up shop in a fortified server room with his men, his own personal high-rise bunker. From how it sounds, he's become rather paranoid."

Withdrawing the cigar from his mouth, his jaw clenched, mouth scrunching into a displeased sneer. "Not gonna make it easy to barge in there and get 'im then, is it?"

"No. And considering how he riled up AQ… Botha had said Hassan was unstable to begin with after the death of Ghorbrani, but with a weapon in his hands, and so close to the goal… There's no telling how far his forces will go to succeed."

Rubbing his hand over his mouth, his fingers brushed over his mustache, the whiskers around his lips. and the harsh stubble on his chin. The bottomless blues of his eyes already swirling and storming as he concocted a plan in his head. "Right —" Price gripped at the shoulder straps of his tac vest, flexing out the stiffness in his shoulders and back. "I'll get in contact with Kate. We'll need assistance in short order." His cunning, analytical stare flickered back to her. "Any word where the missile was headed?"

"No. Doubt Valeria cared much to find out." Rory shook her head and tilted her head to the side, pondering momentarily. "Best guess though? — D.C." Hands slipping into the back pockets of her jeans, she worried her lip as she mused further. "Hassan knows it was the United States who ordered the death of Ghorbrani. This is retribution. Revenge. Plain and simple."

"Not so simple when Hassan's gone round the bloody bend though, eh?" Price sighed and curled his gloved hand around her arm once more, tugging her into him. Their bodies pressed together — as close as they could be with armored gear on — and his large mitt came to grip at her nape, holding her near, as he pressed a rough kiss to her forehead. "You did good, my girl," he purred in a gruff murmur against her skin.

Her eyes fluttered shut, gripping at his vest for support to keep her upright, her legs turning to jelly as the fact she nearly lost him crashed over her once more. Inhaling his warm breath scented with the smoke of his cigar, she invited the very essence of him to burrow into her, allowing his praise to melt right into the marrow of her bones.

Too bloody close. She would never let it happen again.

"Ta," she whispered, soft and low. Glancing up at him with a cheeky grin in hopes that it might hide the penetrating fear that had settled and taken root, knowing he'd catch the flicker of it in her eyes anyhow.

His fingers threaded through the choppy strands of her hair, knotting the tresses in his grasp, twisting and pulling slightly as his impenetrable stare seared into her. He had seen it, deep in the warm depths of her eyes, her heart on her sleeve when it came to him.

"Go on," he said, nodding his head towards the seats. "Strap in. I'll get things sorted with Kate and then we brief."

Darting her gaze away, Rory turned on a dime, murmuring a quiet "Yes, sir". It was unbearable to her sometimes to show weakness like that, knowing he could pry it out of her so readily. It was a sign of comfort, but it also made her feel small, powerless. The little girl still clinging tooth and nail to the last person who left.

[mr-1-2-3-4]

Lore on my OCs that I don’t usually share

(SA, Death, Drugged, Suicide will be mentioned just a heads up!)

[sofasoap]

Sofasoap's Call of Duty Fic Rec

Always wanted to make a list of my very subjective CoD fic rec list, and also I promised my good buddy @groguspicklejar ( famous author of Beloved series) a list of fic recs, let me list some of my beautiful mutual's and some amazing writers and artists so they can go binge read.

Edit : I'll keep adding artist/writers on as I go. When my brain cells is functioning.

@saltofmercury -Let's start off with the mother of my Mini MacTavish. The one who made me fell in love and hit the nail in the coffin for CoD fandom.

If you are into König, her " Break-in" series is a must read. check out her Soap fics too :) Masterlist

@floral-force - My bestie! delicious Simon/Ghost fics.

American Hospitality is my favourite. Or honeypot is guarantee making you crave for more :)

Check out their Mando fics too :)

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - You want slow burn? check out lovely Bear's "The Roommate Series". Wonderful progression of relationship between Simon and his room mate. Your Friendly Neighbor Soap and Shy reader, OH SO CUTE.

@deadbranch - Spy and Cold war style fics? You are in the right place. The killing moon and Dying sun series. Gut wrenching.

or check out the light hearted None Taken ( personal favourite!), threesome fics? Goth style Reader? Check out their MASTERLIST for full list of goodies.

@brewed-pangolin The president of "Soap Squad" club.

Fireside Whiskey - personal favourite. Soft and thoughtful Soap is just heaven. Kati's page is full of wonderful Soap deliciousness. check it out if you want some Soap fun.

@writeforfandoms  - Jen jen jen jen jen. Multifandom talent. AU Prodigy. But let's focus on the CoD here, Puppy Love - Price and puppy? can't go wrong with that. Born for Greatness and Howlin' For You Shifter!AU is my latest obsession here.

@random-thot-generator - Kris, The princess of Thotland and Thotlandia. Their latest work: A Patient Man - had me all hot and bothered. Sweet sweet Rudy. OH how can you be so sexy.

@jynxmirage, Jynx!!!! the one I blame for falling into Top Gun fandom. but that's not the point :P

Communication is Key - my current obsession :) Soft caring Price, oh give me this Captain price any day...

@as-is-above-so-below  - Oh Gezez, Simon X OC ( Freya ) fic The Captain is utterly brilliant. Angst, suspension, Thirst, smut... you name it, you get it.

@roosterr - my Fellow Nikolai fanatic, check out her "guardian angel"

series, action action action and of course, love story :)

@siilvan - another one of my fellow Nikolai fanatic, Aqua Regia

series , Nikolai the flirt, sexy flirt , complete with smut * smirk *

@homicidal-slvt - How can I forget the spark to my Lastochka series?

and one of my biggest supporter.

Check out their creative CoD Headcanons and full list of CoD works that will guarantee satisfaction.

@nrdmssgs - to round off my Nikolai fanatic club , and also brilliant artist, A heart full of pity series is one of my latest obsession featuring good old Nikolai.

@captainpriceslover - my crack fic inspo buddy ( miss you a lot!!!). the one gifted me ideas of Soap dispensers lol.

aiaigasa (相合傘) - featuring our TF141 sweet boy, Gaz, had my heart melting.

@starstruckmiraclekitty  - You want H/C and scenarios? * falling out of the bag * here is the place to go. :)

@random0lover - you want soft fluffy Soap? Hot Chocolate & Hoodies, you want angsty type of story? Open Wounds and War Paint

you get all with Kat!!!

@lethalchiralium , how can I forget Keri! ( I knew I forgot someone.. argh )

The Happiness series, don’t let the title fool ya (well it does bring you happiness reading such talented writing) this story is like washing machine, throws your emotions all over the place, let you grip onto your chair, wanting more.

@mistydeyes so many awesome stories to choose from! My current favourite is "choose your flowers, carefully" Good old Gaz x reader story, and one of my favourite trope - childhood to lovers 🥺 please go check it out!

Now , Some brilliant artists:

@shkretart - This utterly utterly talented person, Price and Nikolai and Simon, will have your nose bleeding within 0.1 seconds.

@ave661 - out of this world 3Drenders always have my eyes popping out of the socket.

@nrdmssgs - mentioned once, should mention again, beautiful art :)

@wombywoo - TF141 boys in their dress uniform? YES PLEASE.

@namedlunagoddess - another 3Drender goddess. OH CHECK OUT HER Sowa Team fic if you are into Gromsko, its HOT SMUTTY DELICIOUS FIC.

@hffhifjou - You want rugby boys? You get rugby boys :) and football. and all sort of deliciousness :)

I am sorry If I miss out anyone. after 13+ hours at work I am exhausted.

[the-whispers-of-death]

would u be comfortable with writing stone x reader? bc even knowing he's ur OC, i find him so fucking interesting and i would love to read some x reader with him

Anon, thank you for this question.

Actually, I was contemplating writing Stone x reader drabbles with him but I didn't know if it would be received well. As it is, my OC stuff doesn't do too well, but I have significant brainrot about Stone because when I daydream scenarios with the 141, I just use Stone in place for me. So while yes, he's an OC, but in my head he's just another character, if that makes sense. And like I often have more brainrot about Stone than I do with the 141, hence why I'll go a day or two without posting on here and like I can see him romantically with Reader more than I can see him romantically with the 141 (I've talked about how I cannot see him dating any of the 141).

All this to say, I would love to write Stone x Reader drabbles, I just have no idea where I'd start.

[hugemilkshake]

FANFIC MASTERLIST PART 1

This is for all my X reader stuff so you can find any fics I have made!

Key

Romantic 💕

Platonic 🌸

Angst 🫧

Yandere 🥀

Platonic or romantic 🍁

Silly 🍡

Unsure ❓

Scenarios-Oneshots

Beaten Longan Dragon🌸

Yandere Shadow Milk🥀🍁

Yandere Shadow Milk part 2🥀🍁

Corrupted white lily with twin reader🌸

Naga Shadow Milk🌸❓❓❓

Forbidden lovers with Marble Danish💕

Dragon Admirers💕

Yandere Shadow Milk part 3🥀🍁

Naga Shadow Milk 2🌸❓❓❓❓

Friends to lovers with Raspberry Mouse💕

The mermaids Siren🥀💕

Meeting the dragons💕

Just Relax- Self Aware Au🌸

Your local hero!🍁

Clumsy Fool💕

Protector of royalty💕

Take the apple❓❓

Stone Cold🫧🍁

Big brother Gingerbrave!🌸

The two sides of knowledge🥀🍁

Dumb dragons!🍁

Yandere Elder Faerie🥀🍁

How do you walk?- self aware Au🌸

Mail mistake💕🍡

Arrow of death💕🫧

The lonely bonding club🌸

Little dove🥀💕

Lovely food🥀💕

Worried caretaker💕

Chit chatting- self aware Au🌸

Science miscalculations💕

Head Cannons

Yandere Elder Faerie🥀🍁

Yandere Butter Roll🥀🍁

Yandere Butter Pretzel🥀🍁

Butter Roll with a ticklish reader🍁

Yandere Scovillia Headmaster🥀🍁

Yandere Pure Vanilla🥀💕

Yandere Hollyberry🥀🍁

Linzer Cuddling💕

Father Butter Roll🌸

Vampire Shadow Milk🌸❓

Dark Choco healing from obsession🍁

Curious CoD Reader🌸

Post banishment Affogato🫧🍁

Vampire Shadow Milk part 2🥀🌸❓

Yandere Mercurial Knight🥀🍁

Yandere Shadow Milk🥀🍁

Curious CoD Reader part 2🌸

Some nice Mercurial Knight🍁

Shadow Milk with Mind Control❓

Dragons with a dead reader🫧🍁

Night terrors with Clotted Cream💕

Shadow Milk with mind control 2❓❓

Jealous of Snapdragon🍁

Elder Faerie with a talkative reader🍁

Cinnamon with a prodigy reader💕

Licorice cuddles🍁

Triple cone cup principles with a strong reader🌸

Kissing cinnamon cookie💕

Doodle Scenarios

Elder faerie in the rain🍁

Chilling with Smores Cookie 🌸

Carameleon question 🌸

Elder Faerie VS Shadow Milk🍁

Pure Vanilla sheep🍁

Red Velvet’s hand💕

Clotted Creams offer🍁

Black Pearl saves reader🍁

Matchas plan🍁

Meeting Kumiho🍁

Comforting Matcha🫧🍁

Annoying Butter Roll🍡

Shadow Milk Rambles🍁

Butter Roll and cat Reader🍁

Yandere Butter Roll🥀🍁

Chilling with Caramel Arrow🍁

Yandere Dark Enchantresses🥀🌸

Butter Roll Tickling🍁

Father Abalone🌸

Clotted Cream cuddles🍁

Pure Vanilla Hugs🍁

Shadow Witch with Cookie reader🌸

Dark Enchantress cuddles🌸

Two Butter Rolls🍡

Kouign-Amann hugs💕

Pomegranates rivalry🍁

Baking with the Shadow Witch💕

Cloak buddies with Dark Choco🍁

Shadow Milk something idk-❓

Butter Roll with Eldritch horror reader🍡

Butter Roll comforting reader🍁

Royal Margarine hugs🍁

Yandere Mercurial Knight🥀🍁

Reader dropped their ice cream🌸

Crimson lily thing ❓

OC STUFF

Pal💕

The hidden kingdom🌸

Noisy marketplace 🌸

Sleepy spider💕

Patron affection 🍁

The watchful witch🌸

[caramelcandycookietwt]

Butter Roll Cookie !! :DD It meant to be simple lazy rough sketch buuuttt..I guess I just zoned out-

Bonus !! Some story (whole fricking fic,,) I made for fun!!! :333

Chars:Caramel Candy Cookie (oc),Affogato Cookie,Butter Roll Cookie,Researcher Cookie (idk which one,,Ig you can pick yourself)

Warnings:Probably bad english (not my native language),long ass text

Notes:Yep,Affo is siren in my AU :D

Footsteps sounded in the very depths of the Laboratorium..Caramel Candy Cookie was walking around it,analyzing everything she sees.What she paid most attention to was the life powder.

"M-miss Caramel Candy Cookie!" - Called her out one of the researchers.

"...!" - She turned to them with a crack and creepy smile.

"..." - They gulps.

Caramel Candy tries to appear less creepy,making her smile more friendly. - "Oh,hello! Did something happened~?"

"N-no,miss Caramel Candy Co-" - The researcher was about to finish their sentence but Candy stopped them.

"Just Caramel Candy,please.Soo..how's research going?" - It was barely noticeable,but Caramel was kind of..pissed off someone add 'Cookie' to her name.

"Great! W-we're already on the 664 step-"

"Puurfect~!" - She suddenly leaned closer to them,grinning teethy again. - "You know,father doesn't like when someone makes him wait for TOOO long~.Finish the research as fast as you can or there will be some..consequences.It's a little warning from me and father,got me~?"

The researcher quickly nodded,sweating heavily.

"Good cookie~" - Candy simply pulled away and patted their head cutely.

"Hmm? Is there someone hereee?" - The voice made Candy's ears perk up as she turned around.

"Ah! I see! You're Caramel Candy,aren't you? Licorice told me much about you!" - He looked curiously at her,but then stopped when he noticed that she stares at him. - "What's wrong,my friend..?"

". . ." - She just continues to stare,seeming to have flashbacks or something.

"Hmm.." - Butter Roll shifts his gaze to the researcher. - "Hey,you! Join the others! Teamwork is the key to success,remember?"

"Y-yes,Director Butter Roll Cookie!" - The researcher cookie left,well..they still didn't want to stay in the same room with this girl.

In that time,Affogato Cookie was wardening around the lab as well,both because of his own curiosity and the fact that it was so amusing to watch those researchers' faces when they fail again.Soon enough,he found them both and immediately payed attention to Caramel Candy and her face..

"Cara..? What that delusional girl doing here,in the place that should reminder her of her past life?? Ugh..Alright,wait here sweetie,your "hot siren twink older brother" (p.s. sorry,It was my life goal to write this,,) is coming to save you.." - He thought as he shaked his head.

"..Hmmm..." - Butter Roll snapped his fingers right in front of Candy's face to 'wake her up',yet there were no use. - "I-" - He notices Affogato. - "Oh,another CoD..! Hmmm..let me guess,you're-"

"Affogato Cookie.Yes." - He simply answered as he come closer to Candy.

"Sooo..do you know what's wrong with her?" - Roll asked with more curiosity in his tone than worry.

"Ah,don't worry,she just..zoned out." - He looked at Candy,making a worried face for a moment. - "..I guess I just take her and leave." - Affo started to drag Candy comedically towards the exit.

"Hmm,so fast already? Prehaps,you could help with the res-"

"No.I prefer not to participate in something so..dirty." - Then,he simply left.

"..Haha! Alright then,I understand! Researching things is not for everyone after all.." - Butter Roll Cookie said,as he came back to the research.

After awhile,when Affogato with Caramel Candy exited Laboratorium,Candy finally 'woke up' and pulled away from Affo.And..accidentally fell on the ground.

"..?" - He turned around in slight surprise when he felt her move.But,when she fell,he couldn't help himself but chuckle slighty..

"Ugh.." - She scratched her head softly,stood up and cleaned her 'dress-coat'. - "Soooo..I did zone out again?"

"..In short..yes."

She blinked twice,slightly embarrassed. - "..Oh." - She then quickly changed her mood back to cocky one. - "You know what..whatever.I'm sure it isn't change any impressions about me~! Hehe.." - Yet,she seems to be still slightly nervous due to her past memories and Butter Roll himself..

"..." - Affogato immediately noticed this,but decided not to tell her about it because he knows there no use to make this stubborn girl open up. - "..Alrighty,if you're already awake..I guess we can simply teleport into our room now.There's no need to waste energy after all.."

"Hmm..you're right..can I get some sweets of yours after~?!" - She started to act more childish as she leaned closer to him with sparkly eyes.

"Haha..yes.Yes you are." - He smirked at her childish behavior,even knowing that most of it all is fake..

P.s. Affogato Cookie the Sillie's protector /hj

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Hello hello Jack!!

I just spent a good idk... 10 mins scrolling through your blog trying to find your oc things but struggled to find them... you wouldn't happen to have the art or anything in a more convieniant place to get ahold of them... for no...... apparent reason? Or a tag I can use bc well I dont remember if you had a tag to use for him too ndjnfkm

(we're gonna ignore this took 10 mins to write as well bc my keys are spazzing out and its rlly hard to type rn, crying bc i cann't write smutty fanfics)

buuuttttt I also hope you're doing well!! Imma need to go through and read anything you've written while I've been away, I still sorta am but ofc some NikPrice will make me feel much better and help me out of this depresso slump.

Have a lovely day/nighht!! Many hugs!!

Hey, ghost. I think you should find most of it under "cod oc" along with a few of other people's OCs. I'm sorry, I'm really bad at tagging things into subcategories, asdfg.