#poly141 brainrot

[darkbunnylove]

Fic idea where it’s Soap and Gaz, who very quickly after joining Task Force 141, realized they were unequivocally, indisputably and irrefutably in love with their superiors. So they make a plan to charm them.

Except their targets are:

John “I don’t need therapy I need retirement” Price

and

Simon “if you feel nothing you lose nothing” Riley

[maxissupercool]

thinking about 141 all smoking together… Soap supplying cause we all know that fucker has a plug, punk based ideologies and such so he’s drabbled before y’know.

He corralled Price and Gaz up first since the two have fairly strict routines he’s memorized, getting them comfortable in the Captain’s quarters; the space practically all of theirs by now and just the room they all end up at anyway since Price has the most comfortable bedding and biggest bed to begin with but i digress.

Nikolai was easy to find as well though across base, working on one of the helo’s in the hanger and convincing the Russian to come along was far easier.

Ghost stumped the Scotsman a bit though, had him wondering around base for longer than he’d care to admit since somehow a giant hulk of a man can be sneaky as all hell. But he manages and he all but drags the Brit to join the rest of them.

A blunt being passed around ensues, everyone relaxes and unwinds even if they’re all floating at different levels of their highs — being around each other helps them to relax to begin with let’s be real. They’re all soft, not thinking fully and just making the most of the slow night together.

[vihesternikko]

i was taking a nap to rest and see FOREVER WINTER UPDATE hang on yall i need to recalibrate and wake up first i need to gear up this is my day today

[hatsbuckets]

Hi so over 400 of y'all decided I was worth a follow... so for a good little 400 follower thing... What should we do? (aka. I don't wanna choose what I write next)

*the premise is that it's early in Price knowing Nik and Price is on a solo mission or sum and he's injured but he knows a certain Russian who he's worked with who might help pull him out. Maybe two or three parts long?

**Idk there's an idea in my brain where Ghost has to go no contact but misses like 3 check-ins over a couple of weeks so Soap takes it into his own hands to find him (Soap gets to be smart and cool in this fic... (bc he is!!!)) Definitely looking like two or three parts.

***Look idk basically Kyle gets to be a badass and also the bby gorl at the same time and they all love him and rely on him bc there's not enough Kyle love imo. Sorry this one popped into my brain in a dream and Imma have to make stuff up as I go.

****please don't pick this option I'm in school and writing my undergrad thesis and this thing cannot consume me while i'm trying to graduate.

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[darkbunnylove]

Poly!141 at the gym

Soap is that one GymBro™ that is respected by all because he outlifts nearly everyone at everything, but somehow also stays incredibly humble about it. “Oh that? Nah, you could totally do that too,” he says to a guy half his size, holding a 2kg dumbbell and vibrating with fear.

Basically lives in the gym. Goes whenever there’s a gap in his schedule. Runs a surprisingly balanced split (he took gym advice from a Reddit thread in 2014 and now quotes it like it’s the Bible). Cardio? Handled during drills and chasing down targets. The walk from the locker room to the squat rack is plenty.

Everyone likes him because he talks to everyone. Literally. You. The guy hogging the bench. The janitor. The vending machine. Every gym session starts with a cheerful, “Hey, mate, how many sets you got left?” and ends with a full-blown conversation about the newest pre-workout trends or the crushing weight of modern masculinity.

Gaz is the other GymBro™ and also hits the gym whenever there’s a spare moment, but unlike Soap, he’s usually there in the early morning because it helps him clear his head and start the day right. Probably did track or cross-country as a kid, so he actually likes cardio. Takes it very seriously, too. “You do realize your heart’s a muscle too, yeah? Gotta train it like the rest,” he says, likely even mid-sprint.

Also probably the only one out of the four who goes to the gym because his body is a temple, not because he’s battling a whole army of inner demons.

Friendly, but keeps to himself at the gym. Headphones in, locked in, not trying to bother anyone. But if your form is truly a disaster, he’ll absolutely say something.

Once accidentally signed up for a spin class. Secretly loved it. Now he goes twice a week for the white-girl music. Not like he would tell anyone, though.

Ghost definitely does some sort of hybrid training. Probably boxing, or Muay Thai. Scarily good at it. Like used to compete in high school good. These days, he just keeps it up to stay in shape. Only ever shows up late at night, when the gym is half-empty and dimly lit. Price jokingly calls it his natural habitat.

Definitely fighting some inner demons. Also the only person who can outlift Soap. Occasionally brags.

Not a big coffee lover, but absolutely has a caffeine addiction. Mainlines Monster White like it’s a medical requirement. Gaz is lowkey concerned but stays quiet.

Wears a black hoodie and joggers every single time with the hood up, of course. Never chats. Never smiles. People are lowkey terrified of him on sight, but mostly because between sets, he zones out so hard he ends up staring into the void.

Probably a phonk-enjoyer. Or Britney Spears.

Price either hits the gym at the crack of dawn or well into the late evening, thanks to his nightmare of a schedule. Usually catches Gaz on his way out or Ghost mid-brood. If he shows up at night, he’ll stay even longer than Ghost. 

Very solid split. Great all-rounder. Can crank out weighted pull-ups like it’s nothing and is the only one who actually takes stretching seriously. Does a lot of functional training too, like sled pushes and weighted carries.

Would actually be a phenomenal spotter… if he didn’t only show up when the gym is basically empty.

Does not listen to music. The haunting loop of “you should be doing more” on repeat is enough for him. Probably knocks out an entire set in silence, then just stares at the floor like it said something offensive.

Apart from trying to hit his protein goals the “natural” way, he owns exactly one shaker bottle. It’s survived three deployments and a house fire.

Can casually do pistol squats, but will only do it if practically bullied into it by the others.

Oh, and he's definitely the only one who actually wipes the bench after using it.

[darkbunnylove]

ok so apparently the sell of snus is banned in the UK, but since using it isn’t, I can’t stop thinking about Simon who keeps a tin of it tucked somewhere in his gear.

he taps one out without looking, slips it under his upper lip right after missions, ears still ringing from the gunfire. sometimes he just lifts his balaclava enough to do it with two fingers, quick and practiced.

you can always tell he’s got one in, the way his jaw slightly shifts, tongue nudging it into place. it makes him salivate too, so he spits. in the dirt. out the window of the truck. off the side of a rooftop. doesn’t even think twice about it.

Gaz calls it revolting. swears he’s gonna end up with no gums one day, yet still brings Simon a tin whenever he’s somewhere that sells it. Soap tried it once. he nearly threw up in front of everyone.

[maxissupercool]

chronic ear infection haver Price. the man had tubes put in as a baby but it all comes and goes in waves, getting a shit ton back to back for months just for it to disappear.

but because he deals with it so much, he’s used to it when it happens and pushes through it. he pushes through the cluster headaches and dull pain in his ears without a thought even if the sound of explosions and gunfire definitely didn’t help.

Ghost being the first to notice the small signs since he’s the Captain’s right hand but he’d be a hypocrite to press the same to rest when he’s feeling ill since he’s no better. so he goes to the others, a bit of bickering ensuing between the lieutenant and the sergeants but Nikolai has a straight head on it.

the three soldiers are needed to do missions and Laswell has backup pilots, he’d reasoned, so he deals with the Captian. he borderline cons the man into taking a break from paperwork, brings him his tea the way he likes and gets him to grab some food back at the mess hall just t make an excuse on why they should go to the Captain’s quarters to eat. it wasn’t too hard to convince the man to take a bath after, to forget work for the rest of the day since it’s obvious John isn’t feeling right.

Maybe Nikolai was a little evil for waving off the other men from ‘babysitting’ duty as they all affectionately call it when any of them are sick this time around given he gets to give lots of kisses and cuddles but it just made more sense. it wasn’t his fault the boys couldn’t be replaced in their duties for the day! they’d get cuddles and whatnot that night anyway.

[maxissupercool]

“Soap doesn’t have a thought behind his eyes” well i raise you that he just has autism eyes. that man is thinking, it’s just about explosives and his boyfriend(s).

[maxissupercool]

perhaps cooking something up….

thinking about 141 all smoking together… Soap supplying cause we all know that fucker has a plug, punk based ideologies and such so he’s drabbled before y’know.

He corralled Price and Gaz up first since the two have fairly strict routines he’s memorized, getting them comfortable in the Captain’s quarters; the space practically all of theirs by now and just the room they all end up at anyway since Price has the most comfortable bedding and biggest bed to begin with but i digress.

Nikolai was easy to find as well though across base, working on one of the helo’s in the hanger and convincing the Russian to come along was far easier.

Ghost stumped the Scotsman a bit though, had him wondering around base for longer than he’d care to admit since somehow a giant hulk of a man can be sneaky as all hell. But he manages and he all but drags the Brit to join the rest of them.

A blunt being passed around ensues, everyone relaxes and unwinds even if they’re all floating at different levels of their highs — being around each other helps them to relax to begin with let’s be real. They’re all soft, not thinking fully and just making the most of the slow night together.