#kyle garrick cod

[literatecowboy]

What I think the 141 were like if they went through different stages of the American public school system:

Simon:

In elementary (primary for the non US folks I believe) he’s the textbook poor kid. Think Kenny from South Park. Shows up in worn clothing rummaged from the donation bin. Saves some of the food he gets from the free lunch program so he and Tommy can eat dinner later. Keeps to himself, sticking mostly to the edge of the playground. Gets made fun of for being quiet/weird and for being poor. Mostly ignores the bullies unless they go after his brother. He’s small and scrawny, but will defend his little brother with his life. Likes building forts with sticks and throwing rocks into the nearby gully to hear the noises they make.

In middle school, he wears the same hoodie every day. Is constantly chastised by teachers for having his hood up. Hits a growth spurt early and is given a wide berth by the general population. Befriends the librarian who helps him catch up to his peers in reading. She suggests he undergo testing for dyslexia but calls and letters home go ignored. Spends lunches walking around campus aimlessly and still saves food for Tommy. Replaces throwing rocks and building forts with riding his bike as far away from his house as he can get before his father notices he’s gone

In high school, he takes wood shop and metal shop and spends extra time after school working on his projects. Won’t admit it, but his favorite class was home ec. Is a natural with the sewing machine but stumbles when they move on to baking. Was never taught how to drive and never got his license but still drives anyway. Once beat the shit out of another boy for bullying special ed students and was suspended. Didn’t walk at graduation because his father wouldn’t pay for the cap and gown.

Price:

Has a hard time leaving his mother at the elementary school drop off at first. Quickly bonds with a pack of other young boys and makes it a habit of playing soccer at recess every day. Is always the de facto leader of the pack. Doesn’t take his academics seriously until his mother gets his report card and puts the fear of God into him. Dives headfirst into any instruction by the teacher and is always the first to accomplish his goal, be it picking up 10 pieces of trash or falling asleep at nap time.

In middle school, he captains his soccer team to victory at each game. Covers for his friends when they do something stupid. Goofs off more covertly, off of school grounds where he can’t get expelled or suspended. Does his work well enough to get A’s and B’s but not well enough to avoid too much teacher attention. Spends most of his after school hours on the soccer pitch. Has an old dog he calls Rusty who follows him everywhere.

In high school, he captains the varsity soccer team from sophomore year until he graduates. Does his volunteer hours religiously at a nursing home where he is universally adored. Wins outstanding senior award at graduation. Drives his car, which he tunes in auto shop every day, around town at nights. Is universally adored by faculty, but isn’t afraid to stand up to what he believes are unfair rules. Stands up for bullied kids and stays out of trouble in the public eye. Goofs off covertly with his mates when adults aren’t looking.

Gaz:

Is adored by his elementary school teachers and adults in general for being so polite and cute. Realizes that this can be used to his advantage and uses the treatment to get his way all the time. Has a select group of friends who play baseball at recess. Earns top marks and is placed in a gifted program. Is enrolled in extra tutoring by his mums who believe him to be a budding genius. Is an only child. The family cat picks him as her favorite person.

In middle school, is picked on for having two mums. In turn he becomes a bit of a bully to protect himself. Is richer than most kids and likes to flaunt it. Can get away with anything because he’s so well liked by parents and staff. Moves on from baseball to swimming and makes best friends with the other boys on the team. Has birthday parties everyone wants to get invited to. Is asked to the dance by a girl every time there’s a dance.

Calms down the bullying in high school. Swims on the swim team all four years and becomes the captain of the team his senior year. Does his volunteer hours at a cat rescue and gets a part time job there during the summers. Goes on vacations with his mums every school break. Never gets a girlfriend by choice. Is elected prom king two years in a row. Tries to go out of his way to befriend shy kids to make up for his past bullying which he feels guilty about.

Soap:

Is feral in elementary school. Comes home caked in mud at the end of each school day. Constantly loses his things. Once brings home a lunch box that’s been missing for three months and has the mold to prove it. Prefers drawing to writing answers on his paper. Is diagnosed with ADHD early on. Loves the assemblies where chemists come and do fun science demonstrations. Doesn’t belong to a friend group, but drifts in between packs.

In middle school, he takes his art more seriously. Is bored during every class except for art and science. Is always the fastest when it comes time to run the mile. Gets bullied a bit but it stops when he fights back. His mum puts him in cross country running to wear him out. Constantly gets into trouble but usually blames his sisters.

In high school, he excels in chemistry and becomes a chemistry tutor as a side hustle. Runs on the cross country team and becomes the captain for two years. Has a new girlfriend every week but is never mature enough for her to stick around. Nearly gets expelled for his senior prank, where he sets off an elephant toothpaste reaction in the gym. Develops his signature Mohawk look. Takes art all four years and is beloved by the art teachers.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Just walked out of the shower with a funny idea. The 141 men wanting to join in the shower, but maybe jumping out or smth cause the water is TOO hot, feeling like it could easily burn their skin down.

Soap is diving into that shower without a second thought because he takes any chance to see you naked/touch you he can. He yelps, swears in Scots, and nearly slips and falls (taking the shower curtain with him if there is one) as he attempts to escape the hot water.

Gaz, knowing that you take showers that are hotter than hell, politely watches from inside the bathroom, acting like he’s brushing his teeth or styling his hair. Will risk his hand to touch your butt.

Ghost braves the hot water and the reddened skin afterward because nothing is stopping him from having some quality shower (naked) time with you. It’s straight-faced, thousand-yard stare, and a silent scream on the inside, but Ghost is right there with you.

Price wants to join and knows better. He’s reaching in, yanking the temperature knob to “cold” to startle you, giving him an opening to hop in before turning the water temp back to an appropriate temperature. He’ll give promises of “I’ll keep you warm” instead of suffering under a scorching deluge.

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[parkersbliss]

you lock the 141 outside your house (I know my rights tiktok)

pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x american!female reader 

synopsis: you lock them out of your (their?) house, claiming you "know your rights." based on a tiktok trend with soldiers.

warnings: none just fluff and humor :)))

a/n: I wrote this in like an hour and I think it's the funniest thing EVER thanks

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Ghost: 

You watch as your boyfriend gets out of his truck in the driveway. He grabs his bag from the passenger seat and makes his way to the front door, a smile twitching under his mask at the sight of you waiting for him. 

Just as he steps to the porch, you close the door and lock it. “I know my third amendment rights!”

Ghost stops at the door, dropping his bag. Rights? What were you talking about? “Your what?” 

“No Soldier shall, in time of peace, be quartered in any house without the consent of the owner,” You reply, reading off your phone. 

Ghost sighs. Third amendment? Of course, the one American he dates is the one that has them all memorized. You could probably recite them in your sleep. Patriotism, or whatever. Which makes zero sense. You were living with him in Manchester. If all went well and you got married, he was making sure he changed your status to British. 

“You fucking Americans.” He grabs the key from his bag, going to unlock the door only to find you locking it. “Are you serious?”

You show your phone at him through the glass, the third amendment displayed on a Google search. He stares back at you from his mask, unamused. “Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters. 

You giggle from behind the door and give him a few more minutes before going to unlock it. You knew Simon’s limits. You only needed a few seconds of fun anyway, but by the time you unlock it, he’s gone. 

“Simon?” You call out, poking your head out the door and checking around the house. His truck was still there, so he didn’t turn back around. You don’t see any movements or even hear anything. Was he picked up by aliens? 

A thud sounds from behind you, and you yelp, shutting the door and turning around. 

Simon stands in front of you, arms crossed and his duffel bag on the floor.

“What the hell?” You said, looking him up and down. 

“I should be asking you that,” He retorts. “You should really lock your windows, love.” 

“Are you… did you climb through one?” 

“You locked me out.” 

“I went to unlock it!” 

“Third amendment rights, my arse.” He grabs your waist, pulling you towards him. “We’re in England.” 

You shrug, tracing up his arm. “Thought it was funny.” 

Simon just sighs. “Americans.” 

Gaz: 

“Oh, hell no!” You exclaim as Gaz approaches the door. “I know my third amendment rights.” The lock clicks. 

“No fucking way,” Gaz said, strolling up to the glass storm door. 

“No soldiers in this home.” 

He stares at you, his hands on his hips and that signature scowl on his face. There was no way he was coming home to this bullshit right now. “Open the door.” 

“No quartering soldiers without my permission,” You replied. 

Gaz rolls his eyes. Your home? He was pretty sure his name was on the mortgage, even if you were living in it 90% of the time. “I own the fucking property! I live here. You’re the guest.” 

You shrug, grinning. “Not anymore.” 

He runs a hand down his face. Sometimes just sometimes he regrets finding your stubbornness so damn attractive.  “I’m going to crash out, actually.” 

“Crash outside? Yeah.”

“Let me in!” He shouts, grabbing the door handle and jiggling it. 

“No!” You shout back, holding onto it and preventing him from entering without your permission. 

Gaz leans against the glass. “Remind me why I chose to date an American?” 

You smile at him. “Because we’re funny, and we have better Chinese food.” 

He glares at you, trying to unlock the door again. He groans when there’s no avail. “Babe!” 

You say nothing, finding his annoyance quite amusing and a change of pace for once. 

And then he actually crashes out, grabbing the handle and pulling, twisting, pounding at it. He yells a string of curse words and then starts banging on the doorframe. He gives up, frowning, and leans his forehead on the glass. “Please?” 

You unlock it. “Thought you’d never ask.” 

He storms inside, throwing you over his shoulder. “You are so in for it.” 

“I like where this is going,” You giggle as he throws you on the couch. 

He raises a brow, hands coming to your waist. “Yeah?” He starts tickling you. You yelp, laughing under him and trying to push away. 

Gaz doesn’t relent and continues tickling you even after you’ve pleaded with him to stop. “You lock me out of my fucking claim it’s your right,” He mutters. “Consider this my very reasonable punishment.” 

Soap: 

“I know my rights!” You shout, watching Soap approach the door. 

He stops in his tracks, tilting his head. He had no idea what you said. The poor guy could barely hear from all the bombs going on around him, and you shout through a door? Good plan.  “What are you on about?” He asked. 

“There will be no soldiers in my home!” You close the glass door and lock it. 

He approaches the front door, staring at you through the glass. His expression is clueless, brows furrowed. “You mean our home?” He knocks on the glass. “Can I come in?” 

“Nope!” 

He frowns. “Why?” 

“Third amendment.” 

“Amendment?” He scoffs. What the hell are you talking about? Is this what he gets for dating an American? You start proclaiming your rights? What’s next, the pledge of allegiance? “Are you taking the piss? Does this look like the land of the free?” 

You giggle at him, his accent thickening with his frustration. “I’m still an American!” 

“Trust me, I know! Can I please come inside?” 

“No soldiers allowed.” You tape up a piece of paper displaying those words. 

Soap continues frowning at you and realizes he isn’t going to be let in anytime soon. It’s a good thing he knew how to easily change that. Americans and their rights. More like Americans and their feelings. He sits down on the porch steps, facing away from you, rests his chin in his hand, and sighs loudly. 

You don’t budge. 

He sighs again, kicking his boots on the porch, turning back at you with sad eyes. Still nothing. He concludes there was one last option to get you to let him in. He grabs his phone, and you watch with furrowed brows as he types something in. Suddenly, music is blasting from his phone as he looks at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. Not just any music, but the sad hamster violin music. 

“Oh my god.” You unlock the door, opening it up to him. “You’re such a baby.” 

He practically skips inside, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Your baby.”

Price: 

Your husband stands on the porch, rolling his eyes at you.

“I know my rights!” You shout at him through the window. 

“Do you, now?” He asked, playing along with your prank or whatever this was. If it brought you this much amusement to lock him out, he might as well indulge in it. That was the kind of man he was. Until he started freezing of course, then he would demand you let him in. 

You nod your head. “As an American, amendment 3 of the Bill of Rights says that I don’t have to house you if I don’t want to.” 

Price hums. At least they taught you something in American schools. “Does that extend when you’re in another country?” 

“It does to me.” 

He huffs, grabbing something from his pocket and displaying it to you. “You know I have a house key, yes?”

“I’ll just lock it again.” 

He tilts his head at you. You were really trying to sell whatever rights you thought you had. “Really?” 

“I’m taking this very seriously.” 

Price strokes his beard. “I can see that.” An idea pops into his head, and he steps away from the glass and in front of the door. You didn’t want to let him in? That’s fine. You wanted to lock the door? No problem. He’s got methods of entering from being in the military, after all. “Guess I’ll just have to kick down the door.” He raises his foot, fully intent on doing it. You were going to repaint the door anyway, might as well get a new one. 

You swing open the door. “Are you crazy?” 

He strolls past you. “Did I lock you outside our home? Besides, crazy would’ve been bombing the house.” 

Your lips parted, unsure if he was joking. You assume he is, but his expression says otherwise. “Are you being serious?” 

He laughs at your face, grabbing your hand. “Only if you start proclaiming your rights again.”

You put your hands up. “What rights? Suddenly, I’m feeling like this soldier can stay as long as he likes.” 

Price presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thought so.” 

[v1x3n]

[clancycatears]

mdni (18+) kyle garrick loves when you insist on taking care of him.

kyle's hands brace on either side of your thighs, warm palms cooling the marble sheet underneath them. he stands between your legs, your thighs opened to invite him from your place on the very edge of the bathroom counter.

you're focused, steady, as you chip his razor through his overgrown stubble—trimming it just the way he usually kept it. one of your hands on his chin to guide his head just an inch away from yours, the other holding his tool with ease.

finally, after so many instances of watching him care for his facial hair while applying your face masks before bed, you asked if you could trim him just this once—and he agreed. he looked to be just as prideful, delighted, to watch you straight on, his eyes on your face rather than the mirror right over your shoulders.

it's hard not to steal an occasional look at his gaze, watching his pupils dilate when your eyes lock for just a moment before you're quick to return to your duty, a flood of heat warming your supple cheeks.

"was wonderin' if we could get takeout later," he starts, and you're quick to jerk the razor away from his lips right when you reach for his stache. "lazy night?"

you meet his pretty chocolate eyes once again, marveling over his handsome, freshly shaven face. though you still had a few tweaks to make before he was done. "we can do that, baby. takeout sounds good," you murmur, tilting his head to the left to survey where to start.

you lean in to try his stache again, but retreat when his lips part to reply. "how 'bout a movie, too? mm, johnny's told me about this thriller he watched the other day—"

"kyle, baby," you sigh, razor hovering in place. he perks up, eyes flitting over your face.

his eyelids sink only a sliver, smile widening when he hums from deep within his throat. "mhm?"

"quit movin', don't wanna nick ya."

a shorter, more irritated huff—though playful. "hmph."

his lips still curl a fraction wider the longer he stares into your face. a silent sorry, baby flickering in his gaze when you finally get to chiseling down the baby hairs beneath his nose—his hands pressing to your thighs to smooth up and down your skin lovingly.

the affection in his eyes never cease. never pull away. never falter. it was as if a simple act such as this one had him either falling in love all over again, or deeper. his brows raise just a little more, his body remaining still for you, eyes fixed on your face through the fluff of his lashes.

again, you found it incredibly hard not to look into his eyes once or twice more. until you finished up after a moment of comfortable silence.

swiping your thumb over his stache, you leave the razor to your side, far enough not to accidentally cut yourself. "there we go," you coo, hand sliding up from his chin to his cheek. "handsome boy."

you feel his flesh tepefy under your fingers, his features softening, eyes never leaving your face. never once did he look at himself in the mirror. "thank you, lovie." a quick peck to your mouth, smooth lips brushing against your own for a quick beat. "now, how about some thai food, hm?"

nodding in agreement, kyle picks you up by your thighs and hauls you off the counter. you notice from the corner of your eye, that the razor had been pushed away a fraction further to ensure your safety—knocked into the sink and resting over the drain.

kudos to arabella (@arabellasfvv) for encouraging the voices.

[girlfromflor]

BEEN AWAY | MOODBOARD: kyle garrick

all from pinterest

[peteywebs]

Cat hybrid!Ghost who lays on top of Gaz and licks the side of the poor Sargeants face til he has to (try to) hide his cheek. There really isn't much he can do against a hybrid that weighs a few stones more than him. Ghost knows he's heavy, and uses it to his fullest advantage (laying on top of people when he wants attention so they can't ignore him.)

Has doing that gotten him in trouble? Several times, yes. Does he continue to do it? Also yes. He loves Gaz, and attention, and ignoring that fact his tongue feels like sandpaper. It only takes a couple minutes before he gets distracted, or tucks his head against Gazs and falls asleep on top of him.

Eventually someone else will come along and pull the sleeping nuisance off of Gaz so he can get up.

[cutiecusp]

Be mine, valentine?

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

tw. established relationship, fluff, Simon not understanding Valentines, a kiss or two.

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"Wha' dya mean i have to ask?" Simon asks Gaz blankly. They were picking up dinner for the group when he saw Gaz look at the valentines day stock, a sea of pinks and reds. Soap making his way over to the cards and gift wrap, a smirk on his face.

Gaz laughs, picking up a plushie putting it in the trolley, before making his way through the candles.

"You have to ask her to be your valentine, Ghost. Just because you are together, it doesn't mean-"

"Aye, means anyone could ask her..." Soap returns, card in hand.

"Even me, think she likes candles?" Gaz murmured, a little loudly for Ghost to get the point.

"She's my girlfriend, Gaz, think she would know she's my woman." Ghost grumbles, but starts thinking about your favourite treats, looking over at the stand.

"Why do you have so much stuff? You only have your birdie at home." Ghost eyes Gaz's stash.

"Well there's my wife, my mum, my sisters..." He continues, picking out matching baskets, before raising an eyebrow.

"Wait, you've never done valentines before?"

Ghost shrugs.

"Got her flowers before."

Soap laughs, a booming laugh that startles the other shoppers.

"From the garage, Gaz. The garage."

Gaz joins in on the laughter, before grabbing a basket and thrusting it in Ghosts hands.

"Get her things you know she would like, candles, snacks, chocolates, and for the love of god, WRITE IN THE DAMN CARD." He advises, a smile still on his face.

"Might add another basket to my trolley, show your woman some love." Gaz teases, ignoring the glare from the masked man.

A few days later, Ghost surprises you with a little basket, filled with your favourite treats, a jumper you had been eyeing up, a skeleton plush, and a mug with your favourite teabags inside.

"Will you be my valentine, love?" He asks gruffly, cheeks red under the mask.

You throw your arms around him, peppering his face with kisses before puling down his mask and planting one on his lips.

"Never thought you'd ask!" You laugh, nodding.

Wrapping you up in his arms, he breathes you in, before his gaze flickers to a familiar basket on the dining room table, with a bow to match, and a card placed hapzardly on top.

"Those fuckers." He thinks to himself, smirking under the mask, secretly pleased his sweetheart had won his teammates over.

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[mina-org]

I feel like Simon has a terrible habit of neglecting his partners and when they get tired of it they leave and Simon goes crazy and it’s just a crazy cycle and when he gets to s/o he’s got his claws in deep and suddenly hes plucking things from your life until all you have is him.

I think john is definitely divorced. Similar to Simon but less of an ass? Like always wanted to take back, always wanted to step away but just couldn’t, if feels like the world on his shoulders and he can’t step away. A hopeless romantic and desperate for another person to get married too and look after maybe a few babies. When he meets s/o he’s got everything already planned out for them.

Johnnys never had a long term partner, he has the lovesick puppy desperation vibe and it scares people away like I think he follows them around and does stuff for them which is sweet until you come home and he’s broken in to fix your shower because your landlord wouldn’t after your first date. I feel like once he finds s/o he’s doing everything possible very manipulative when he even senses hesitation.

Gaz I think has no experience with relationships like he’s always been really focused on like improving his career and before that it was school and now he has this larger than life career and there’s so much happening all around him and it’s so exciting, until he goes home. To nothing. When he finds an s/o he wants them completely reliant on them and I think to he also has v manipulate tendencies

[bubuslutty]

fluff, fluffy, sweet sugary fluff!!!

thinking abt how 141 will accompany their captain and his wife on a family outing with their little girl who's a year old.

they go to a shopping mall, that has a trampoline park inside, and end up getting themselves tickets for the toddler session in the morning.

it's sort of funny, four massive military dudes sitting down and changing their socks into trampoline appropriate socks and wearing their little wristbands with a tiny bundle of joy already excited to go join the party inside.

John's wife doesn't feel like jumping so she picks a table and sits, the men leaving their shoes and things with her. Before going in, John hands his little one to Simon to hold while he goes and gets his missus a drink and whatever slice of cake she wants to have in the meantime. When she's all set, he kisses her and goes back to his men.

They get checked in by an employee who asks them to show their wristbands and socks and says hello when he sees John's little one, already giggling and clapping, kicking her legs.

It's pretty noisy, the music they're playing on the speakers is loud, not obnoxiously so, and there's a parent with every single toddler in sight. It's adorable, how many little ones try to jump and bounce and end up falling.

John decides to put his darling down and see where her tiny legs take her, she immediately starts to waddle, holding onto the edges of some higher, flat, platforms, trying to bounce but when she can't seem to do it she looks for her daddy and calls, "Dada !"

Gaz laughs, "She wants your help, go on."

And John bends down and holds her little hands in his, using his knees to make the trampoline go up and down, not too much, she's too tiny and may fly away if he does it too hard.

That's how the rest of the 1h session goes, they follow her like hawks, actively circling her in such a strategic manner that no rogue adult accidentally jumps on her. They take their job very seriously, and it looks like even other parents have noticed as well. Some mums smile at them, while others when they accidentally bump into them when backing away say, "I'm so so-- Wow, you're huge!"

The trampoline park even has two basketball areas, which are empty, and so the boys take advantage of the fact and goes to throw in some hoops, and it takes nothing for everyone to get competitive. Which they're busy competing against each other, John takes his baby back to where mum is and gives her a drink to hydrate her a little bit, she was bouncing and bouncing and running a mock after all.

Meanwhile, the boys move to a place called airbags. It's a high platform with stairs on the side, right below it there's trampolines and a massive airbag where you land. It's empty, so it's safe for them to go with no fear of accidentally stepping or jumping on a little one.

There's three trampolines lined one next to the other, so they each take one, jumping at the same time. Johnny somehow manages to do a backflip and lands on his belly, Kyle a front flip and Simon just lands flat on his back. They laugh and go up the stairs again, this time Johnny looks at Simon and glances at Kyle, whatever silent communication happened between them went right over Gaz's head. So they both grab him and throw him into the airbags and he lands with a scream, "Oh, fuck off!"

Johnny laughs his ass off until he has to escape Simon's arms wrapped around his waist, trying to throw him over, "Oi, no !"

Johnny doesn't want to full on wrestle his friend up in a trampoline park full of babies so he allows the giant of a man to lift him, spin him and chuck him in the airbag, sinking down down until he has to make his way out on all fours.

John comes back with his baby and they keep playing with her until she gets tired, and eventually their 1h session ends and they have to make their way out of the trampoline park. John's missus is laughing at them, because they're sweaty and looked like they had way more fun than their baby. They all plop down on the chairs to drink water and dry themselves with some tissues, change their socks and wear their shoes back on.

John's little one is tucked in her pram, little belly rising up and down as she sleeps with her little hands balled up into fists. John gives her a little kiss on the head and kisses his wife right after, thanking her for giving him this, for giving him everything he ever wanted. It's sappy but true.

When they're ready to leave, John pushes the pram out of the park, his wife locking one arm with his and the other with Kyle as he talks to her about some series they both like.

Simon walks on the other side, his shoulders sometimes brushing against his Captain's when he peers down and check if the baby is still asleep, and it makes John warm everytime.

[danyasblogsblog]

CULTURAL/FOREIGN READER COD MEN

warnings : too cute

- cod guys with a reader from another country!!!!!

- this idea when i thought of it made me screamm i just think its so cute, idk if anyone’s done this before but i just think this idea is so adorable

- includes task force 141 (kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john price), könig and keegan p. russ

gaz would ALWAYS be asking about your culture. the way your eyes light up telling him a fun fact about the history means everything to him. listening to your voice squeal and go high pitched when he mentions something you told him from another conversation you guys had makes him kick his feet and giggle. ‘oh my god, you remembered!!’ as if he could ever forget 😭😭ily gaz u little cutie pie

soap would be all about the food. asking you to make the recipes your grandma made you when you were a kid? check. begging you to cook him food from your childhood when he gets home from deployment? check. trying to learn how to make your cultural food so he can surprise you on your birthday with it? check. making a mess while trying to do that? check. you cant even be mad though. what a cutie

price would be researching about your culture so he could impress you/your family abroad. he would learn common phrases in your language, would learn about the traditions and the history of your country, etc. if he’s ever confused about something, he’ll ask you about it and listen to you talk about it for hours, a bit like how gaz would. he would also love to impress you with his knowledge.

ghost would be a lot like soap and gaz i think. he would always be asking about the history of how certain foods came to be, the enemies and allies of your country, how it was like growing up, etc just to hear you talk. he is definitely the listener in your guys’ relationship, contrasting to you, the yapper. he could basically hear you talk his ear off and he wouldnt care. would always be eternally grateful when you make him your nice, hot cultural food when he gets home from deployment.

könig would definitely want to visit your country. i lowk headcanon him as being a massive traveller. being from austria, he also understands feeling like an outsider in a new country, so if you ever wanna talk about the differences between your homeland and the country you live in now, he’d listen. i feel like you guys would have a date where he cooks you austrian food and you cook him your cultural food. omg thats so cute i should write something about that

keegan would absolutely encourage you to embrace your culture. i feel like when its your countries’ independence day, he’d go around telling the ghosts, ‘you know, it’s (countries names’) independence day’. would definitely, after a long day, appreciate your cultural cooking. i can imagine during your guys’ long term relationship, him asking ‘what about marriage in (countries’ name)’

[literatecowboy]

The 141 and a partner who experiences pain during sex/has a history of abuse

Cw: fem reader, references to history of sexual abuse and other forms of abuse (no specifics), smut, trauma, fem anatomy, hurt/comfort, inspired by events lived by author, feelings of guilt

Kyle:

After hundreds of hours in therapy and six months of dating, you decide that you’re ready to have penetrative sex with Kyle for the first time. He’s been so patient with you and so kind, constantly reassuring you that your relationship will only move as fast as you want it to. Sure, you’ve fooled around before (he especially loves it when you over-the-clothes grind on him) but you’ve always felt guilty about never being able to go all the way. As he starts to push in slowly, even the tip proves to be too much. You let out a pained whimper and squeeze your eyes shut. In an instant he pulls away, gently cupping your cheek as he moves to the side to give you room.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, genuine concern in his beautiful brown eyes. You take a deep breath and try to wipe away your brimming tears.

“T-thought I was ready,” you said, shaking your head and sitting up, hugging your knees to your chest.

“I love you,” Kyle said, offering you the glass of water from your nightstand. “Take a breather.” He said. taking your hand in his as you took a sip. Your brow furrowed and you set the water down.

“Don’t you want me to help you get off?” You asked nervously. Kyle’s face softened.

“Oh, love, no. I’ve been soft since you started hurting,” he reassured you, squeezing your hand. You looked visibly relieved, and a small smile creased your lips.

“I love you,” you murmured, uncurling from your protective ball and kissing Kyle on the forehead. He wrapped you into his strong, comforting arms, and whispered his love for you for the rest of the night.

—

John:

John tested the bathwater with his toes as he shucked off his shirt and tossed it into the hamper in the closet. The bath was warm enough so he turned and padded back into your shared bedroom in just his boxers.

“Bath’s ready for us when you’re done, love,” he said, leaning in to give you a kiss. You smiled at him as he pulled away and checked the timer on your phone.

“Not too much longer. I’m so ready for a relaxing soak after this,” you said, using two fingers to slide the dilator fully back into you. The feeling made you wince, and a pang went through John’s chest.

“Doing this all the time…it’s a lot. Could show my Sargents a thing or two about strength, love.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s worth it to make sex with my lovely husband easier,” you teased. “I never thought being with someone so well endowed could be a curse.” The timer on your phone started to buzz as you both laughed. John switched it off as you eased the dilator out of yourself and rested it on the towel.

“I’ll wash this. Go get in the bath, love. Rest,” John urged. You were more than happy to oblige him.

—

Johnny:

“I dinnae care about that,” Johnny said. Your heart sank, and tears welled in your eyes. As you were about to stand up and leave the cafe, he grabbed your hand.

“Sorry lass, that came out wrong. What I mean is, I dinnae care if we don’t have sex. Ever. You mean tae much to me tae throw away our relationship like that. Ye’ve been a friend tae me for too long. I’ve been in love with ye for tae long. I love ye, bonnie,” he said, squeezing your hand and gazing into his eyes.

“Oh, Johnny,” you gasped, your tears falling freely now. You rose from your patio chair and flung yourself into his arms. He hugged you tight and rested his chin on your head.

At the same time, rage boiled inside of him. Memories of your ex - the man he had come to consider a friend - flooded his mind. When you left to the bathroom to freshen up, he’d already hatched a plan. Within the week, you’d stop receiving texts, DM’s, emails, and all other forms of harassment by your ex - for good.

—

Simon:

You laid together, side by side in your marital bed, the night before deployment. Neither of you had made a move, but the thought weighed over the room like a cloud.

“You’re leaving tomorrow,” you murmured, watching the ceiling fan rotate.

“I’ll miss you,” Simon rumbled quietly.

“I’ll miss you too,” you said, watching him out of the corner of your eye. It was quiet.

“Should we…have sex?” You asked, cringing internally at the thought. You could feel Simon tense beside you, even though you weren’t touching.

“Do you want to?” He asked, rolling onto his side to look at you. He was wearing the balaclava tonight, and your heart hurt for him.

“No,” you said honestly. “But if you do, we can. You’re going away tomorrow.” Simon’s shoulders sagged with relief.

“I don’t,” he admitted. Your body relaxed, and you let out a breath.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly, turning to face him. Simon shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, a tear slipping free from one of them.

“I love you,” he murmured, opening his arms as invitation. You pressed yourself against him, burying your face in his chest and holding him tight.

“I love you too. I’m here, baby,” you murmured.

“I’m here for you too,” he whispered, rubbing your back gently. You fell asleep in each others embrace, peace finally finding you.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Your Royal Highness, could I please request the 141 boys and how they would react if Reader pulled the “Is it okay if I touch?” Clock App trend on them 😌

Peasant, you may have what you've requested. Remember, in real life, we don't touch people without their consent. But this is fiction...and I can do whatever the fuck I want. :)

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Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, dirty thoughts, pranks, humor, flirting, western au (Soap)

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

There are children everywhere. There are also helicopters and Humvees. It’s controlled chaos. John is trying hard not to stress.

Whose idea was it to have the local school visit base?

Price stands next to the open Humvee door. There’s a young boy in the driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel, making car noises like he’s an F1 driver. Gaz sits in the passenger seat, grinning, pretending to cling to the interior of the Humvee like they’re in a race.

Price snorts and shakes his head. As he glances away, his attention catches on the woman approaching him. You’re pretty. There’s a softness about you that he’d like to understand. Price thinks you’re walking by, but you pause, smiling at him with a flirty smirk.

Bloody hell.

You’d look gorgeous bent over the backseat of the Humvee.

“May I touch it?”

“Course you can,” replies Price, expecting you to place your hand on the hood. You touch him instead, resting your hand on his bicep. That smirk widens, and Price nearly groans under that look.

You drop your hand, backing up. Retreating.

No. Not happening. You’re staying here. With him.

“You can put that hand back, love,” he purrs.

John "Soap" MacTavish

The dust kicks up as Johnny brings his horse to a stop. This town doesn’t even have a name. It’s just a dot on the map.

“Good girl,” he purrs, lightly rubbing the horse’s neck.

The few people about frown in his direction, clearly a bit fearful of a stranger. It’s a normal reaction every time he arrives somewhere new. But he won’t be here for long. Johnny needs a stiff drink and a willing woman.

“Is it safe to touch?”

Johnny turns, glancing down at the beautiful woman staring up at him. Your voice is a sweet song, one that Johnny wants to hear all night. Preferably with you under him.

“Pretty thing like you can touch whatever she wants,” replies Johnny with a flirty smirk.

Johnny knows you’re talking about the horse, and when you reach out, he expects you to pet its hide. But you touch him instead, caressing his thigh with a teasing smile.

A willing woman. And a stiff drink.

You quickly drop your hand, clasping them in front of you. Johnny slides off his horse. He leans against the saddle and you match his movement.

A willing woman.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Is it safe to pet?”

Simon glances up from his phone. You stand in front of the small outdoor table, an eagerness in your eye. You’re an adorable thing. Bright. A spot of sunshine. Simon sees an opportunity here.

Most people avoid Bravo. The all-black German Shepherd is imposing when he’s not wagging his tail.

Simon quickly checks Bravo’s demeanor. The German Shepherd has his head up, ears alert with interest, and his tail smack smack smacks against the concrete.

“He’s safe,” replies Simon with a smile.

You step forward, going down on your knees beside Simon. He reaches for the leash, just to make sure Bravo doesn’t jump on you in his excitement. But your hand passes over his, pausing there. You bat your eyelashes at Simon, and he melts into a fucking puddle.

It’s a deliberate but brief touch. Then you’re scratching behind Bravo’s ears, your focus on the dog.

“Who’s a good boy?” you coo. “You are. You’re a good boy.”

Bravo’s tail thumps harder, tongue lolling with happiness.

You can call me a good boy, sweetheart.

“He likes you,” muses Simon.

You smile warmly. “I like him.”

An opportunity. Blooming.

“Can I buy you a coffee?”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Nice bike.”

Kyle’s head turns. A beautiful woman stands before him, giving him a look that’s irresistible. The bike always attracts stares, but very few actually approach him to talk.

“Thank you,” he replies, sitting up a bit straighter.

Your smile widens, and Kyle melts. You’re a sweet thing. He can tell. This is an opportunity for him, a chance to make a move. He’s always flirting with strangers on his socials, but there’s the buffer of the screen. This is an actual woman standing before him showing interest.

“Can I touch?” you ask, not looking away from his visor.

Goddamn. The eye contact if you were beneath him would be intense.

Kyle nods. “Yeah,” he laughs. “You can touch.”

As you reach out, Kyle believes that you’re aiming for his bike. But your hand skirts the bike, landing on his thigh. You lightly squeeze. Rub. Then your hand falls away. Blood rushes to Kyle’s dick.

Shit. Fucking hell.

There’s no way you’re escaping. He’s keeping you.

“Can I go for a ride?”

On the bike or on my dick, love?

Before Kyle can answer, Johnny, his riding buddy, leans forward. “He’s got two things you can ride on, lass.”

[call-of-daydreams]

Y/n: Here is my wall of inspirational people.

Gaz: But that's all pictures of Price.

Y/n: Yes, I am confident enough to admit that Price is the one who inspires me the most.

Gaz: Oh, what's that?

*A very small picture of Ghost*

Y/n: N-never mind that! *Tries to hide it*

[v1x3n]

COD MENS FAVOURITE POSITIONS

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY — lovesss doggy style! loves having you on all fours, preferably your head shoved into a pillow while he pounds into you so fast and hard you start to see stars! loves seeing the fat of your ass bounce with each thrust and he adores when your back arches due to him grabbing onto the strands of your hair - forcing you back while you mewl and whine out!!

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MCTAVISH — missionary, call him a basic bitch or whatever but you don't see how your tits jiggle with each thrust, how if he leans back he can see your full fucked out expression, the slight bulge in your tummy and your swollen nipples. red from how harsh he was sucking them earlier that day. call him vanilla but he doesn't care when you look so fucking perfect.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK — cowgirl by far, or once in a while reverse cowgirl, he loves seeing your tits jump as you do too, or if its reverse he loves seeing your arse bounce while you hop on his thick cock. his favourite part is seeing you struggle to continue, your legs weak but you need to finish so its the only option! your thighs shake and your body growing limp when your done is like a reward to him.

JOHN PRICE — loves mating press, holding your shaking legs up so high your legs are next to your ears! your pussy spread wide open for him, your puckered hole on show and your smushed up stomach is all too much for him! your body makes him go crazy, he loves it when he holds onto your plush arse and your legs dangle in the air in front of him. your tired face moaning, screaming out as he uses the position to his advantage - shoving his fat cock soooo deep inside of you!!

PHILLIP GRAVES — as much as he loves every position, his favourite one is 69. he loves your sloppy tongue on his cock, giving his long stripes up and down his length as he kitty licks your sensitive cunt. spanking your arse when you squirm too much. he can feel you gag on his dick as he shoves his tongue into your hole, you choking on his dick due to the pure surprise!!

[clancycatears]

mdni (18+) when you take the 141 to a rage room, you'd likely expect simon or john to destroy everything in a fit of anger alongside incoherent yelling, right?

what a shock it was to see kyle be the one to shatter glass without a moment's hesitation. he’s kicking shit over, cracking a bat over every bit of breakable scrap he can glimpse at, grunting and huffing in-between fits of bashing—as if he’d been wanting to do something like this for years.

you can see that burning passion of repressed vexation from every mission, every failure, every civilian he watched die, whether or not he could’ve prevented it, scorch in his darkened eyes.

he imagines every plank, every pane of glass, every barrel, even the little bits of scrap that he’d already destroyed—just to damage it beyond comprehension—to be someone he could’ve terminated. to avenge those who were lost. a bad person.

when all is set and done, his entire body is still trembling. his shoulders are slouched, rocking up and down while he’s practically panting for breath after utterly destroying everything he could.

and yet, throughout that entire set of wallops and strikes, he hadn’t muttered a single word. hadn’t yelled. hadn’t screamed. all in silence. because, yet, he still represses the true, deadly part of himself that his team has yet to uncover.

he'd left only little bits of wood and rubble for the rest of the boys to nudge or tap with the soles of their shoes. all utterly gobsmacked. gawking. jaws dropped to the floor with eyes nearly popping from their sockets.

safe to say, the crew doesn’t fuck with him as often after that. johnny tiptoes and does everything to not piss him off with his banter anymore. simon nods with respect rather than crossing his arms. and john? john understands him. john gets it. john still puts a hand on his shoulder and tells him, “great work out there, son.”

just a thought.