#sergeant squirrel

[islandtarochips]

I just saw this template on @kaitaiga page and was URGING to try it myself! Again, I still can't draw (learning). But I'm using their face claim to show you guys how they look like...for now.

So here you go guys! Meet the WARRIORS TASK FORCE!

[ceoofdestructix]

"Nice argument. Unfortunately...", but with the Underworld-verse cast

[deeptrashwitch]

Earthquake

One-shot inspired by an episode of the k-drama Descendants of the Sun! Remember that the WTF belong to the marvelous @islandtarochips! Now, let's begin!

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The Specters and the WTF were involved in a mission regarding a branch of a cartel they both were hunting. At first they were sent to France to chase the two leaders they were looking for. As they arrived and raided the main building, they noticed how the objectives had already fled away.

“Wraith, where to now?” Alicia asked while all of them looked around. 

“They split. One is going to Kiribati, but we have their live location over Kyrgyzstan.” Wraith informed through the joint line. “The other one’s going to Cyprus, right now arriving.”

Kanoa intervened from his comms as well. “Then we need to split as well, Origin. If we let them have any kind of advantage, they’ll disappear.”

Alicia nodded and made a sign to call her boys. “I agree. Where will you go, Alpha Six?” 

“Kyrgyzstan, if we can intercept the bastard, we can get the locations.”

“Copy that, we will go to Cyprus then.” 

Wraith intervened with a calm voice. “Alpha Six, you and your team can go with our pilot. I already planned a transport for the Specters.”

“Much appreciated, Wraith.” Kanoa said, then nodded at Alicia before going to get his people.

“Copy and over, guys, good luck.”

Soon Edward and Nicholas were flying the WTF to a base in Kyrgyzstan, meanwhile the Specters were on a carrier going to Cyprus as they were taking a look at some last minute files Wraith sent them to prepare themselves. They were arriving at night to the island and were meant to go to a building in a city near Nicosia. Although, Elliot was looking at the sky with a bad feeling.

“Something wrong?” Marcus asked curiously when he noticed Elliot’s frown.

“I just…have a bad feeling, y’know? But it’s odd, I can’t get a name to it.” He murmured a bit worried.

“You should tell the Captain.”

Elliot nodded, then his frown deepened a bit when he noticed the birds flying weirdly. “Yeah, I’ll go get her.”

As Elliot spoke with Alicia, Jackson was looking at the comms, noticing they were getting oddly cracked. When they contacted Nicholas about it, the man was confused but figured it out relatively quickly as they docked in Cyprus.They were driven to the city where they had the intel about their objective in silence. 

Either way, they kept comms open. 

“Alpha Six, here Origin, you copy?” Alicia asked calmly.

Kanoa answered with a chuckle. “Here Alpha Six, how’s the paradise island?”

“How funny.” She murmured with a smile. “We’re arriving at the building, fucking old by the way, you?”

“All done here, we managed to intercept it and we sent the intel to General Kalani and Wraith..”

“Good to hear that, have a good trip back home.”

“Thanks. Change and out.”

“Hehe, we’ll keep comms open just in case. Change and out.”

Soon the Specters went inside the building, noticing it was oddly empty. So they prepared for any kind of traps that might await them inside the building. With the rifles raised, they started to walk back against back as Elijah and Alexander climbed up to the ceiling beams. That was the way they moved for a while, with their recon and sniper cleaning part of the path and informing them about any kind of enemies or problems ahead, of which Noah and Elliot took care of. 

At some point, Elijah and Alexander stumbled over the beams and it called everyone's attention.

They climbed down quickly, surprisingly uneasy as they walked towards the team.

“Delta, Hawk, what is it?” Alicia asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Something’s wrong, ma’am. Up in the beams, it shook.” Elijah murmured, shivering. “Not like us losing balance, but…literally shaking. It wasn’t strong but-”

“It’s not normal. That never happens.” Alexander interrupted, oddly serious.

Luke frowned and soon everyone was on high alert at what they said. The Lieutenant especially looked around and paled when he noticed some signs he knew well.

“What the-?” He murmured as he looked at some stagnant water now waving. “Oh fuck.”

“Harlem?” Jackson asked, now worried.

“Earthquake.” Luke murmured, and everyone tensed.

And in a second, the ground started to shake with enough strength that the huge machinery started to clink and fall. 

“Origin, Origin! What’s going on?!” Kanoa asked over comms when they heard the rumble from the other side of the line.

“There’s an earthquake! We’re evacuating!” Alicia answered as they started to ran towards the exit to avoid being locked with the machinery. 

“Wha-?!”

“CAPTAIN, THE PLACE IS COLLAPSING!” Luke shouted as the walls started to crack and explosions could be heard outside. 

“Get out! GET OUT! EVERYONE RETREAT NOW!” 

“WATCH OUT!” Jackson yelled with an edge of worry and fear.

Then a scream cut on the line, then it cracked and got cut off completely, just leaving static behind.

Meanwhile in Kyrgyzstan, the WTF seemed in shock as the static filled every channel they had available to try and communicate with the Specters. Tiala shared a look with Kanoa, then both of them looked at Agnes and nodded in silence. 

Blast nodded back and sped away, running towards the plane where Edward, Nicholas and Francis were anxiously looking at the control console of the comms.

“What’s going on?” She asked Edward, panting from the run.

Edward shook his head and looked at Nicholas. 

The comms expert seemed even more anxious than the other two. “I can’t get a hold of them. None at all. Lines are down completely.”

“What?” Agnes whispered worriedly. 

Francis simply went to look for some documents in the meantime, all while Tiala, Kanoa, Aelan and Nigel arrived running. The Specters cartograph was frantic as he logged in to get some news in real time.

“Viper, what do you have?” Edward asked worriedly.

Francis was pale as he read the breaking news, then looked at his Sergeant, whispering nervously. “Cyprus was hit by an earthquake that's a 6 on the Richter scale. They were near the epicenter.”

Kanoa felt a cold shiver run down his back and the fear started to clench his chest. For a second the world stopped as his mind kept running at the speed of light thinking about all the possible scenarios. 

“There’s seriously no way we can know how they are? None at all?” He asked, trying to keep his composure.

“Well, we all have trackers for our vital signs.” Edward explained, scratching the back of his neck out of pure nervousness and worry. “If Wraith can find the signal, at least we can know if they’re alright.”

“Good, good, is Wraith available?”

“Yes, sir.” Nicholas said, connecting with Black Tomb and Wraith’s office inside it. “We have her right now on channel three, connection stable.”

Kanoa nodded and took his own radio. “Wraith, here Alpha Six. You copy?”

“I’m here, Alpha Six, send traffic.” Wraith said as a keyboard clicked on the background. 

“We’re aware of the situation in Cyprus right now. Sergeant Edward Jackson informed us about vital signs trackers, can you get access to it?”

“I’m on it, give me a second.”

For a second everyone stayed in silence as they waited. It was a heavy silence filled with tension, and Tiala was speaking with Edward to prepare everything to take flight as soon as possible.

“I…I don’t know.” Wraith murmured, scared to everyone’s shock. “I can’t find it.”

“Repeat that, Wraith.” Kanoa ordered, his voice trembling for a moment.

“I can’t find the signal of the infantry team or recon pair trackers. To this moment, we aren’t sure if they’re dead or alive…they’re MIA from this moment forward.”

Kanoa closed his eyes almost like he received a punch while Francis sat next to the control console with a trembling sigh. Nicholas simply frowned and kept trying to connect with their radios. Even Nigel and Agnes seemed worried and confused, not sure of what to say at that moment or even at all.

Meanwhile Tiala looked at his brother and noticed the fear in his eyes as he leaned against the wall of the plane. She walked to him and put a hand over his shoulder.

“We can’t- we need to go get them. I don’t wanna think they might be dead.” He whispered, unable to look up from the floor.

“Noa, breathe in.” She said, worried. “We’ll find them. I already spoke with the Sergeant, and we’ll be ready to fly to Greece and move from there to Cyprus.”

Kanoa nodded in silence, feeling a lump on his throat. The forty minutes that took to refill and prepare the plane felt like an eternity for everyone. And as soon as the plane was ready to go, they charged everything and took flight while Wraith coordinated everything with a base in Greece.

In the middle of the flight, Wraith told them more about the situation as Francis showed them a map of the island.

“I’m following the news live, and it seems like the epicenter was in Nicosia. The capital is almost destroyed, and the cities nearby are somehow in the same state.” Wraith murmured, sighing heavily while Francis showed them images of the disaster in Cyprus. “We can’t wait for the rescue aid services, the priority is on Nicosia right now. From what I can tell…it’ll be days until they get to the place where they are.”

“What about the UE aid?” Tiala asked with a raised eyebrow.

“They aren't ready yet, but the Greek government can assign a rescue dog and its handler for now to help us if we’re ready to help in the rescue.”

Kanoa sighed and looked at Aelan, who seemed thoughtful. “Aelan, if we encounter an emergency-?”

“I'll lead with it until we can take them to a hospital or medical tent, Captain.” She said with a nod, seriously.

“Good to hear.”

“We’ll go too.” Edward said from the pilot seat. “We might not be infantry, but this is our team too.” 

“All hands are helping hands in these cases.” Kanoa said with a nod. 

As they flew over Georgia, Kanoa just closed his eyes and pressed the back of his head against the wall. He sighed and tried to ignore the thoughts about the possibilities of what happened. 

His hand clenched on a fist as he tensed. Not again. He won't lose anyone again if he has a say in it. 

A couple of hours later, they arrived in Greece and Kanoa went to speak with the high ranked soldiers while the rescue dog and the handler arrived. It was Aelan who spoke with him, coordinating everything to start the search as soon as they took land. Soon they hopped into a helicopter to fly towards Cyprus to start the rescue. 

The sight of the cities was discouraging, with the buildings collapsed, fires in some points of the cities and blocked roads. In a few minutes they arrived at the city where they had the last location from the team. And the first thing they saw was dozens of buildings destroyed on the floor while some people tried to help to find some victims of the earthquake. 

“Alright, let’s move everyone! We have people to find!” Kanoa ordered in a roar. 

“Yes sir!” Everyone shouted back and they started to move around the debris and the broken streets. 

The dog and its handler took the lead and Aelan followed them while the rest started the search and to help wherever they could as well. Sometimes, the dog barked towards some piles of debris where they started to search. To everyone's relief, they found many civilians still alive, so Aelan helped as much as she was able while some medical staff arrived after the nearby hospital sent their ambulances.

As they kept searching, bodies started to appear as well, which only worried the WTF and the remaining Specters even more.

For a while they didn’t find much as Wraith also told them that the rescue aid from the UE was on their way, which made everything a bit quicker for them. While they kept searching, at some point, when the rescue dog was a bit far, it started to bark loudly. And that called Aelan’s as well as the handler’s attention, so they called some of the paramedic and aid personnel. 

“Wait a minute-” She murmured at the same time she saw some smoke coming from under the debris near the dog, flare smoke. “They wouldn’t do something that stupid. Wait, it’s them, they would.”

Aelan ran towards the dog, who was scratching the debris and barking. 

“Who’s there?!” Jackson’s voice asked, half worried and half relieved.

“Jackson!? It’s Aelan!” She screamed, avoiding the flare smoke . “Are you okay?!”

“We’re still alive and using gas masks! But we need medical treatment for some of us!”

“On it! Have you-?!”

“Done triage?! Yes! We have one that needs immediate transport, two that need evaluation, another two with apparent light wounds and the rest of us are safe!”

“Copy that!” Aelan shouted, then turned on her radio. “To everyone, I found the Specters infantry and recon team. I repeat, I found them.”

“Copy that! Where are you? Six and I are on our way.” Tiala asked through comms.

“Approximately eight kilometers from the medical tent, follow the smoke, it’s a flare.”

Nigel’s voice came through as well. “Blast and I are going with some rescue personnel. Everyone can hear you right now.”

“Alright, we have eight people, all survivors, most of them are wounded and buried. I have no report of any external agent that can complicate the rescue.” She explained looking around and seeing how pieces of the building were still up. “Seems to be a partial collapse, so there is a possibility of foundations still supporting the area.”

Soon the comms were in stand by as well, and Aelan simply stayed beside the opening from where the smoke came from. She narrowed her eyes to try and glance inside, sighing relieved when she noticed the light of a flashlight emerging as well, followed by the well known medic.

“Good to see you, Jackson.” She said with a chuckle.

He huffed and sighed. “Me too, Aelan, me too. How’s everyone out there?”

“We’re helping with the rescue labors while searching for you, and you?”

“...We’re still alive and that’s enough for us right now.”

Aelan nodded and as soon as the flare started to burn off, she lit a new one and helped as much as she could to move some of the debris that didn’t seem to be of structural support. Not long after, the rest of the WTF arrived with Edward, Nicholas, Francis and a group of rescue workers. 

Bit by bit, the debris was taken off as the rescue personnel started to send a stretcher down. The first one that came out was Elijah, who was in the worst state of them.

The recon expert had an iron bar going through his leg, with his uniform already stained with blood. He was already in silence, simply exhausted despite the pain.

“The bar didn't seem to have punctured the femoral artery, either way, I haven't removed it in case I misdiagnosed.” Jackson explained to Aelan. “I stopped the bleeding, but still, he lost a lot of blood.”

Aelan nodded and helped to move Elijah to the place where the aid personnel were waiting before they rushed down to transport him to the medical tent. The next one was Alexander, who seemed to be hurting as Jackson explained that he was hit by some debris over his back. 

“He hasn’t moved since the end of the earthquake, I haven’t allowed him in case he has a crack or something.” Jackson explained while Alexander was taken by the rescue workers.

“Understood.”

One by one, he helped everyone to get the wounded ones out. Kanoa sighed relieved when he saw that everyone was alive, even chuckling a bit when Nigel and Agnes running to speak with Marcus and Noah, both of them with light wounds. 

However, he felt a shiver when he noticed how Alicia was unconscious. But before he could start to overthink, Tiala dragged him to talk for a second.

“Easy Noa, she’s okay.” She said to calm him down. “Jackson told Aelan what happened, she got hit by debris on the back of her head, but she’s unconscious because she was starting to panic bad.You know how Licia gets with dark places.”

“You sure?” He asked, worried.

“Wanna ask Luke? He’s already out.”

“Yes please.”

Tiala nodded and made a sign for Luke to get near, so the Lieutenant came near still covered in concrete powder and ashes. 

“What is it?” He asked curiously.

“First of all, are you good?” Tiala asked.

“Just a cut in my arm, nothing serious.”

“Good, do you mind explaining to Kanoa what happened? He's getting pretty worried for Alicia.”

“Ah, about her? She got hit by debris in the head, but when we ended down there it was pitch black and…well, we all know Alicia doesn’t like being in dark places like that. Long story short, Jackson helped her to calm down and she basically went out cold. She’ll be fine, Captain Toa, I promise.”

Kanoa nodded and sighed again, relieved, then decided to keep helping with the rescue activities while everyone was sent to the hospital. It was hours, until late night, before they could finish their help. mostly when the UE rescue aids came finally. They were covered in dust and tired, but they decided to go see if they could see everyone.

However, Wraith told them, more calmly than before, that they were in a hospital on the Turkish coast while they got treated. Mostly referring to Elijah’s injury, since most of Cyprus hospitals were either destroyed or collapsed. 

It wasn’t until three days later when they were able to go see them.

“Oh, c’mon! I didn’t die! No need to go mama hen with me here!” Elijah exclaimed, and it was heard from outside of the room.

“You shut up!” Noah exclaimed, half amused, half worried. “What if you fall down or something?”

“I’m not that clumsy, Noah!”

“Lie!” Nicholas intervened, laughing.

“Shut up!”

Tiala and Kanoa shared a look and chuckled. 

“Seems like they’re alright already, eh?” Kanoa murmured.

Once inside, they found the eight of them in their stretchers, some of them talking and some of them doing other things, while Edward, Francis and Nicholas were sitting with them and speaking. Jackson was in a corner, just watching everything with a smirk, but also with a huge bruise on his face and arms.

When he noticed them, the medic nodded as a greeting. Aelan went to get an update from him while the rest went to say hi to the wounded.

“You look horrible.” Kanoa commented to Alicia, chuckling despite the spark of worry in his eyes.

“I know, the worst part is that my neck itches and now I have a bald patch.” She commented with a calm laugh, leaving her book aside. 

“You do?”

“...Yeah.”

“Hehe, baldy.”

Alicia rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Shut up. But it’s good to see you, Noa.”

“Yeah, me too.” He murmured sitting beside her stretcher. “I was scared, y’know? For a second I thought you might be dead, and even just remembering you and your team were MIA…”

“I understand, don’t worry.” She said with a soft smile, punching gently his arm. “Also, since when am I easy to kill? You know I’d crawl back from hell if I had to.”

“Haha, how funny.” He said sarcastically while rolling his eyes.

Alicia laughed softly, and then looked at how Tiala was waiting for them to finish. So she smiled and waved at her, to which Tiala waved back and went to hug her gently. 

“Good to see you, Licia.” Tiala said with a hum, sitting beside her and leaving a flower bouquet next on the nightstand.

“Likewise, Tia, it’s good to see you too. How did everything go?”

“Our objective is captured and being interrogated, and yours is dead.”

“For real?”

“We found the body after a while under the debris.”

“Huh, seems like the world took it in its hands.” Alicia joked with a smirk.

“Yeah, it seems like it.”

“Well, it ended well after all. But I can already guess Wraith will give us an update for the trackers.” She murmured, looking away. “And a scolding now that I think about it.”

“Oh yeah, even Wraith was scared.”

“Ah shit, what if I feign I ended deaf?”

“Alicia no!” Tiala and Kanoa shouted, frowning.

“Okay, okay, sheesh. Just let me rest while I get better, then I’ll lead with Wraith.” Alicia said with an ashamed smile, raising her hands as a peace gesture and chuckling.

[dirtfullofwork]

New years…

Summery: the task force and the warrior task force (other oc’s belong to @islandtarochips !!! I don’t own them! ) celebrate the final hours of this year together!

Ah..new years. The final day of the year brought a rare moment of break from all the chaos and terror for the Task Force after months of restless operations plans were finally arranged a celebration at a safe house

‘Nothing changed this year..squirrel still pull his pranks. Ghost is still..ghost..as if I know anything about him. I heard gaz is with tiala..I think..good for them there good people.. as for soap. He is still impulsive as ever.’

Ruz adjusted her turtleneck and she leaned against the kitchen counter watching her teammates and friends settling in for the night , the first air was filled with chatter and laughter, the perfect mixture of festive.

“Hey ruz” Agnes says snapping ruz out of day dreaming “you reckon this will be the year we finally retire?” She teases letting out a cheeky smirk

Ruz smirks and brushes a strand of her braided bun back into place “not if we keep on getting dragged into these missions”

“Sooo you gonna just stand there in the corner or your gonna join the rest of us?, it’s new years, not mission briefing time” Agnes was right. It’s the very few times they get to manage to ease up..

“I’m not..I’m just watching the chaos ” ruz replied pushing herself out the counter and took a sip of a drink.

And chaos was right. Soap found himself trying to find a way to set up some illegal fireworks meanwhile tiala and gaz were deep into conversation talking about whatever they talk about. And ghost as expected was just looking around silently and price and nik were aswell talking, there laughter rumbling throughout the room.

As ruz stepped into the main room Nigel glanced up and joked “ah..the brooding Brit herself got any plans to lighten up before midnight..”

Ruz frowns. “I’m not brooding what’s with you guys …”she pouted as she tugs down her dark blue dress “and..depends. What on the agenda?”

Agnes replies for Nigel

“Fireworks!!” Agnes declared, slamming her hand into the table “me and soap are planning to set up fireworks.”

Kanoa speaks “what with you two with explosives, might as well job a job including explosives..”

Ruz replies “well this is kinda the job for it. Along with lack of of sleep.” She joked.

Tiala speaks, her eyes narrows “I thought we agreed we’re gonna keep it low-key..”

“We did” soap said as she lifts his cup of hot cocoa into his lips sipping it “but Agnes has never understood subtlety..”

“I can’t help it! Either you go big or go home ” She exclaimed in defense

Ruz chuckle and took another zip of whine before feeling a wave of tipsy-ness

“I’m gonna get some fresh air..”

agnes brows furrow in slight concern “I can come with you”

“No no I’m fine. Thanks though” ruz reassured before grabbing a sweatshirt to cover her exposed sleeves.

—————

Ruz enhails, the air cold and frosty before exhaling and closing her eyes, savoring the moment before she heard footsteps upcoming, snow crunching against each step

“Oi, watchu doing here alone?..” the fimiliar strong Scottish voice filled her ears.

“Oh I just needed some fresh air I’m tipsy.

“Na ya wouldn’t wanna miss the countdown would ya ?”

—————

By 11:30 everyone was bundled up in the snow as they prepared to watch fireworks in the distance far from them through a ridge overlooking a valley

“Here’s to another year of not being blown up!!!” Soap cheered, raising a mock toast

“Or worst..” ghost mummers, earning a laugh from price

Ruz stood there in the edge of the ridge, holding a sparkler and she smiled as the clock hit midnight

“Happy new year!” The crowd exclaimed, voices echoing! Ruz finally found something worth fighting for, eachother.

“Ay happy new year!” Soap cheered and suddenly wrapping arms around ruz, hugging her, sharing his happiness, his embrace strong, almost crushing, knocking the air out of ruz and lifting her off the ground , soap was not shy showing his physical affection..

“Agh! Shit!..” ruz wheezes out.

Nigel teases “and I thought ruz hugged tightly

[berri-art-uccino]

2 Sgt. Octakos

[islandtarochips]

Tiala - November 19th

Kanoa - April 1st

Nigel - February 24th

Agnes - February 11th

Aelan - April 19th

Alana - December 22nd

Koa (BOCW) - March 5th

Arthur's Note: Now I could see why Agnes and Nigel are like BEST of friends.

When is your OC’s birthday?

[galaxy-stardust]

💀TF141 - Absolut Professionals - Group Chat💀

🔥Soap: Right lads.

🔥Soap: Going through my camera roll from that survival hell-week we did.

🔥Soap: Goldmine.

🦅Gaz: Oh no.

🔥Soap: Oh YES.

Soap uploaded 3 photos

[1: Gaz face-deep in a bag of trail mix]

[2: Ghost sitting on a rock, clearly judging the entire forest]

[3: Price trying to light a fire with wet matches, rage visible]

🦅Gaz: I asked you not to take that trail mix one.

🔥Soap: You looked majestic. Like a squirrel with trust issues.

💀Ghost: Delete the one of me.

🔥Soap: Never.

🦅Gaz: Hold on -

Gaz uploaded a photo

[Photo: Soap tangled in a hammock he swore he “knew how to use”]

🦅Gaz: Karma.

🔥Soap: I was testing its durability.

💀Ghost: You screamed.

🔥Soap: That was a tactical yell.

🧢Price: If I see a single photo of me wearing that god-awful poncho, you’re running laps.

Soap uploaded a photo

[Photo: Price wearing a neon orange rain poncho, scowling. Soap photoshopped lightning behind him.]

🦅Gaz: PRICEZILLA.

💀Ghost: That's going in the training room.

🧢Price: You’re all children.

🦅Gaz: Wait - best one coming up -

Gaz uploaded a photo

[Photo: Ghost fast asleep sitting up, hood over his face, and a raccoon curled next to him like a pet]

🔥Soap: OH MY GOD

💀Ghost: That raccoon was a tactical ally.

🔥Soap: You fed it beef jerky.

💀Ghost: It followed me.

🦅Gaz: We were THIS close to domesticating it.

🔥Soap: What was his name again?

🦅Gaz: Sergeant Scritch.

💀Ghost: I hate you all.

🧢Price: Can we delete this chat permanently?

🔥Soap: Not until I make a full slideshow.

🦅Gaz: With dramatic music.

🔥Soap: Enya.

💀Ghost: I’m setting the server on fire.

[quarterlifekitty]

So I've been wanting a dog for SO long and I'm still not in a position to get one in good conscience, but together with a partner it could maybe be possible. How would the CoD men react to you suggesting getting a dog together? And also, what kind of dog would they want? And what would they want to name it?

Hope you realize that they’re gonna get deployed at some point and then it’s your dog lol

Gaz wants very classic, intelligent medium-large dog. German Shepard, Labrador, malamute, something like that. And he acts like he’s your dad when you ask about it. Like “are you sure we can handle the responsibility???” Like I dunno Kyle if you’re telling me that I can trust you with an automatic rifle in a foreign country but I can’t trust you to co-parent a dog then I’m not paying my fucking taxes this year. Anyway, it likes him more even though you’re the principal food giver, and it has a simple, pretty name like Lucy or Daisy.

You’re going to have to ask Soap about getting a dog on your second date if you wanna beat him. This man is 100% the type to bring home an animal without asking or telling you. Terrier of some kind— friend of his was giving away puppies and he couldn’t help himself because without you he has no impulse control. You come home to the puppy tearing into one of his boots and you’re like “Johnny. What is this.” And he’s like “That’s Gargamel” as if that should satisfy all of your curiosity.

Ghost is kinda reluctant. He doesn’t think of himself as nurturing. He doesn’t like noise. He’s all “if we’re gonna have a dog, it’s gonna need discipline from day one”. You get a mutt from a shelter, some pit bull mix. On day 2 he’s letting his leg fall asleep because the dog is sleeping on his lap. It has a generic dog name, like Spike.

Price thinks a dog is a good idea. Could keep you company while he’s away, and you probably need some more time to warm up to living with him before he suggests a baby. He insists you decide on the breed because you’ll be spending the most time with it, but he’s clearly very biased. He’s pushing for a dog with floppy ears. This man wants a wrinkly dog. You’re getting a basset hound, is what I’m saying. He decided when you brought up getting a dog. The dog gets a rank, also. Sergeant Columbo. Sarge for short.

König does not realize this, but his favored breeds are all intelligent, somewhat violent, and require a lot of grooming. Childishly, he doesn’t love the idea of getting a dog because it means sharing your attention with an animal, but at the same time he feels it would be cruel to deny you that considering that he can’t be home all of the time. You get a poodle or a bedlington terrier. It has a cute name like Mitzi, but like. That thing is tearing squirrels to shreds. And he loves it. But it loves you more.

Nikolai agrees on a dog, so long as it has utility as well as being a companion. He’ll get you a doberman, and it’ll be trained at a highly rated obedience school, and further trained by him to basically defend you to the death. And you can tell him that you don’t think anyone is ever gonna try to pull anything on you while this dog is around, but he just says it doesn’t hurt to be careful. Its name is something edgy like Dante, Mephistopheles, Cerberus. He thinks a scary dog needs a scary name, even if it acts like a puppy when it’s around you.

[rookiesbookies]

Captain John MacTavish x His wife x Sergeant Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

I dont know how it would happen but i'm imagining sweet little Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish meeting Captain MacTavish and his wife. I guess this is me rewriting what happened bc Im made we’ll probably never see Neil as his boy again. 

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Smut smut smut under the cut for my lovely mutual @shotmrmiller of my John and his wife meet sweet little Johnny au thing.

Also @glitterypirateduck this one is for you and #soapitup

“Bhean,” he whispers loudly, following it with squirrel noises, motioning for her to follow. She walks out of the recreational room. He nuzzled bis face into her neck, letting her know he was nervous about what he was going to say. “I'm getting serious deja vu.”

“Talk to me, Goose.” A shameless quote of their favorite date night movie from when they dated made his nervous face crack a smile.

“I have this crazy memory,” he mumbled into her neck, she always worried he’d hurt himself craning it down like that so often.

“What about, don’t leave me on cliff hangers, Mr. MacTavish.”

“Do you remember our first time together?”

“Skiing or fucking? Because I remember both very well.” He chuckled at her bringing up his failed skiing attempts from a vacation they went on.

“Making love, Bonnie.” He hummed, “would you believe me if I told ya it’s because I had done it before?”

“Considering baby you told me he’d call me mommy? Yes. Yes, I would.” She hummed. “You also found my clit really fast which makes that really reasonable in retrospect.”

“What if, like my future self taught me at that stage, we teach him how to make love to you so he can charm you with the monster.” It came out more as a question, making his nerves hammer against his chest. He was more than sure he beloved wife would say yes, but he didn’t want to risk making her uncomfortable or saying it wrong. 

“He does really want to impress me,” she mumbled. “Fine. But there’s ground rules.”

“Of course, Mo chridhe, anything.”

“Just the tip, you know how I am about hygiene. I don’t fully try young you to keep everything clean. He swears to secrecy and if I ever think for a second he mentions this im ending his blood line. And you stay with us. You are my husband after all, not the boy.” The Captain nodded with every word. He’d make sure. He knew the Sergeant would want no harm to come to his future wife, and the Captain didn’t need a scorched relationship.

“Thank you, Mo leannan, it’s what helped me keep up hope I could lock you down when I met you when I was his age.”

“So it was a memory and more than deja vu?” She asked with a raised brow.

The Captain just simply nodded, planting a kiss on her temple, “you’d tell me if you wanted to back out right? If it made you uncomfortable?”

“John.” She was serious, she never called him just ‘John’. “I expect the same from you. And you’d know I’d never keep that from you.”

She reached up to his face and gently rubbed it. He melted just a little bit into her touch. “I assume you don’t plan to do this on base?”

“No, but that’s the hard part.” “I’ll handle it, go tell the mini you,” she said softly, planting a kiss before walking away.

The Captain sighed and let his shoulders relax, he knew he was so lucky to have her. The sergeant was about to be the lucky one though.

He made his way down the hall and stole his past self from a conversation with Gaz. “My wife and I have decided to give you an opportunity to learn more about her.” He said in a low deep voice. “I will be teaching you about her body so you can please her but there are ground rules she set and a few of my own.” Once he covered his wife’s, he got on to his own, “do not bite her, dig your nails into her, or ignore me if I tell you to do something. No coming inside either and don’t try anything.” Sergeant Soap nodded along, “I’m not sure you’re actually listening, sergeant.” The Captain growled. Soap’s eyes went wide, “Captain me, sir, I prayed last night for an opportunity to feel her skin, honestly I was just expecting to be allowed to shake her hand.” The younger Soap grumbled, “believe me, I’m all ears.” “And none of that ‘I have a latex allergy so I can’t wear condoms’ crap. I know we don’t have that allergy. You will be wearing one.” “You’re so no’ fun,” Soap mumbled. “Fine.”

The Captain didn’t entirely know how he felt about the kid creaming his wife. Sure, it was him, but it was a younger, rowdier, dumber him and not his same body. Getting married meant he was the only one allowed to cream pie his wife, and yes, it is a version of him, it wouldn’t be the same as him doing it. Even if his wife is on birth control and enjoys them, he knows he’d get jealous, way too jealous. Besides it’s his job anyway, he signed a paper to be able to do it, and this kid version gets to just randomly do it.

“So when do I get to show mo bhean how a younger body is better to make love with?” Sergeant asked, patting his older self on the back. This made the Captain flip until the voice of an angel spoke up.

“Ya mean when you meet yer own damn wife. Ya wee-” the Captain’s rage was cut off. “Tomorrow night. I’ll be there ahead of schedule to prepare, my husband will drive you.” She said, walking past the two with effortless grace and a sway of her hips. She flicked a piece of hair back over her shoulder. 

The next 24 hours were full of different forms of tension for younger Soap. He was eager, so eager, almost too eager in the Captain’s eye. The Captain’s raging jealousy made him almost want to shut down the whole thing. 

When he loaded the sergeant and himself into the old truck he sighed. “Remember the rules?” “Of course.”

“Can’t believe you still own this truck.” “She’s carried me through a lot.” “When you meet YOUR wife, she’ll appreciate it. Square bodies are her favorites.”

The rest of the drive was small talk. The sergeant saw a notification appear on the Captain’s phone and snatched it up, since the captain was driving. He back read the short conversation from this morning between the Captain and his wife, who had been the notification. ‘Mo chridhe you better not warm yourself up on that clarty vibrator’

‘You expect him to be able to get me warmed up enough?’

‘Its a teaching experience, mo leannan’

‘I don’t want to make him wait too long, I remember how impatient you were <3’

“Does she think ima div?” Soap looked at the Captain and asked. “Reading my personal texts? Real professional, ya eejit.”

“Does she think I can’t make her feel good? Or make her feel like she’s on Eccie?”

“No, she just doesn’t want you to wait too long. She does this. I bought it for her first time I left on a long mission, now she uses it to take away the fun part of getting her warmed up.”

“So she thinks I'm a fandan.”

“Dinnae fash yersel.” The Captain sighed, “we’re here and the least ya can do is make her feel good as a thank you.”

When he dragged his younger self into the hotel room, it finally set in that he was going to be cucked. By a younger him. Fucking his wife.

He knocked on the door twice and it kind of felt like his wedding night all over again. There she stood in a silk robe, eyes only on him with a gentle and soft smile. It's a smile she only gave when she was nervous, he gave a similar smile back to let her know he felt the same. It was subtle, but he reminded him this was indeed his beautiful wife.

“Go strip in the bathroom and sit down in the chair when you’re done, we need to talk.” The Captain said sharply. 

“Aye aye Captain,” the sergeant mumbled, walking into the bathroom. 

The Captain’s hands immediately found his way to his wife’s hips. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked, holding her close with his mouth near her ear between kisses he placed in her hair.

“Of course,” she said softly into his chest.

“Do you need to back out? We can leave and forget all about this if you need.”

“Do you need me to want to back out?” She asked soft, turning her head to look up into his eyes.

“No, I don’t think so, mo bonnie lass.” He said, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Give me a safeword to give him and a safeword for emergencies.”

“Two levels of safe words?” 

“Just in case I don’t hear the first one, he’s kinda loud.” She giggled and placed a kiss on his neck.

“Bubbles for him and Soap for emergencies.”

“My old callsign?”

“I never call you anyway,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Can I undress you and keep that privilege to myself?” All he needed was the little nod she gave before he moved to untie the robe. 

The lace blue bra she had been taunting him with with the matching panties drove him crazy. She ran her hands up and around his chest as his opened the clasp with one motion and undid the hooks holding the straps over her shoulders so she didn't have to remove her hands from his torso.

He sunk down lower as he planted sloppy kisses down her body and removed her underwear. Lovely pacing a kiss at her lower lips before trailing bite marks backup as the Sergeant exited the bathroom.

“I thought you said I couldn’t bite!” He accused as he watched the Captain leave a hickey on his wife’s chest.

“YOU can’t, I can.” This made the younger Soap look offended. The Captain smirked at the Sergeant’s face. “My wife, remember. Not yours.”

His wife just ran her fingers through his slightly grown out mohawk, a means to sooth him. 

Captain MacTavish moved to his wife’s ear and whispered softly, “may I told yer hand through this, mo ghraidh?”

“Gu sìorraidh is gu bràth,” she said back, pointing to the tattoo on her collarbone. When Soap heard it he almost fainted.

“She knows the language?” Sergeant Johnny asked.

The Captain hummed, pulling his mouth away from the dark hickey he was leaving on her neck, “learned a little bit for me.”

The Captain gave his younger self a once over before landing a sarcastic remark as his eyes landed on the bush, “glad to know you haven’t started shaving yet.”

“You trim?”

“Occasionally,” the Captain pulled his waistband down a bit, nuzzling into his wife, “I wax for special occasions. Yer lucky I found one who doesn’t care.”

The Captain locked his fingers with his wife’s, gently herding her to the bed. He laid her down gently and got her into a good position, shoving a few of the lousy pillows under her waist to offer a better angle.

“How are you?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “Ready as I can be,” she said with a soft giggle, as he bent down to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Sergeant, come here.” The Captain commanded, pointing at the foot of the bed, his wife couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as she dropped her hand over her face. The Captain moved his wife’s knees apart with his free hand, the other still lovingly holding her’s. Johnny got on his own knees as John commanded him as he spread his wife’s pussy lips apart with his fingers. “Ya see that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir,” John corrected Johnny. He basically gave his younger self a tour of his wife’s softest pieces. Telling Johnny her favorite things that he does and what she reacts best to. Johnny was so enthralled with her body he could move his eyes anywhere else. Especially when John put his fingers inside and curled them suddenly making her gasp so Johnny knew how far in her g spot was. The way her body jolted and softly raised as the gasp left her lips was his new favorite thing. He was so jealous he didn’t have her yet. That she wasn’t his wife yet, that he didn’t have the liberty to mark her body yet. “Get to work,” the Captain said, patting Johnny. He didn’t need to say it twice because Johnny went right in.

The wife brought her free hand down to her mouth to hold in the gasps and moans as Johnny ate so eagerly. John was usually slow and sensual, to the messy and a vehement eating that was happening at her core was a much different sensation. John gently pulled her hand away.

“Checkin in with ya, are ya doing good?” he asked his lovely wife. Her eyes couldn’t focus, her mouth gaping and shutting. 

She gave a nod and a hum as her body started to clench as Johnny inserted fingers between her legs and curled, making her body lurch towards the sky and gasp. The Captain gently placed kisses on her face, her velvety cries just make Johnny want to do it again. “She’s even prettier from this view,” Johnny mumbled, spreading her apart with his fingers.

“She donnae like condoms but imma make ye wear one anyway,” Captain Mactavish told his younger self before placing a kiss to the forehead of his flushed wife, still coming down from her orgasm as her husband ran his fingers through her hair as her breathing slowed with her closed eyes. John threw the condom at Johnny, who quickly rolled it on before standing up. “Donnae force it in, go in slow.”

Johnny positioned himself, putting one of the lovely wife’s ankles to his shoulder before giving it a soft kiss. He didn’t dare pull her down the bed like he would have normally done, he walked on his knees to meet her. Hands sliding down her legs to lift her ass, one he saw as so perfect.

He slowly slid it in as John kissed his wife’s face, holding her hand. She was more than used to John’s dick by now, but she was far from used to Johnny’s pacing. So much energy and stamina, not to say John didn’t have it but John was definitely more about making love than he was about fucking or just having sex.

Once she started to grind her hips, Johnny’s face lit up and he immediately started a toe curly, back arching pace. His tip bullied her g spot, making her mouth fall open but no sound falling from her lips.

John cooed at her as Johnny bullied her soft parts, not caring about his own pleasure, solely the pleasure of this goddess in front of him. Once he was sure he had found the spot, Johnny folded her a bit more to hit it a bit deeper, making sure everything was dragging against her.

The only thing that left her were whines, she felt her melted brain might just spill out her ears as the white, staticy heat built up. 

A nice ring built up around Johnny’s cock as he began to roll his hips. Her pulsating cunt milked him so much he felt an almost numbness in his fingers as all he could do was hold her and roll his hips as she let out a broken moan and came. Her husband’s voice echoing around her head with praises and loving words.

It was down right impossible for Soap to not come from her body's pulsations so he did. He wished it hadn’t been into a condom but he was grateful he just got the chance.

John gave him a look and Johnny took it knowingly, going to get a warm and damp towel. He handed it to John who began to clean his wife up, nodding to Johnny to let him know he could leave. 

Johnny didn’t know it was so John could reclaim his wife with some slow sensual sex and lots of love bites.

John, unlike Johnny, was going to come inside. Johnny looked at the photo he had taken of himself with the wife of Captain John from the night prior, "I'm going to marry you. Yer the one I've been looking for."

[cs-fox]

It wasn’t new to see soldiers out behind the barracks, sucking on hand-rolled cigarettes the rookies had snuck onto base. They all needed the nicotine and the higher-ups usually turned a blind eye, knowing this.

So nobody even batted an eye when their lieutenant started joining the party, often found with his mask rolled up over that crooked, pale nose and a blunt jammed between his lips.

No-one spoke about it. Smoking wasn’t something you bragged about. Vices were like taboo in the SAS, no matter how much you drunk, how many girls you’d snuck into your quarters, or the amount of smoke in your breath, it didn’t come up in sober conversation.

You were glad of that when you found your Lieutenant’s stash of cigarettes, squirrelled away under the sink in the commons room. It was almost 11 when you left the room to light up, the chemicals soaking into your muscles and loosening every fibre as if by magic.

You sighed aloud, thick, white smoke pluming from your parted lips.

‘Thanks, LT,’ you snorted to yourself, leaning back against the grimy outside wall of the mess hall and scuffing your boots into the gravel.

‘I don’t remember doing anything for you, Sergeant.’

‘Fuck! Who’s the-‘ your head whipped around to face a hollow-cheeked skull, which in turn belonged to a tall, broad-shouldered and crooked-nosed… Lieutenant.

‘Sir,’ you muttered, discreetly crushing out the butt you’d dropped in surprise. ‘I…’

‘Save it. Why’d you take them?’

‘I needed to relax,’ you pleaded. ‘God, I only took one. I’ll pay you back or whatever…’

‘Mhm.’

//

It had been a few weeks since you’d been caught smoking behind the mess hall, and you still couldn’t look your lieutenant in the eye. It wasn’t like he made it any easier, though, what with that unnerving dark brown stare that never left your face.

You found yourself back at your old haunt that night, unable to sleep. The small overhang of the mess hall roof shielded you from about seventy per cent of the rain, the rest soaking into your hair and boots.

Footsteps. Heavy ones; you could hear the wet crunch of gravel as the figure approached. All you could see was the orangish light of a tiny ember… the end of a cigarette.

You stood up and held out a hand expectantly before you even registered who it was.

‘It’s a disgusting habit, Sergeant.’

‘Bit rich coming from the likes of you.’ you mumbled out the retort before you could think, and immediately regretted it, eyes widening and fists clenching. But to your surprise, he laughed.

‘Touché.’

A gloved hand extended toward you, a small, thin cylinder with smoke curling from one end slotted in between two fingers. You accepted the cigarette gladly.

‘Cheers.’

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no thoughts head empty

Idk what this is

SEND ME IDEAS GUYS……..

[islandtarochips]

Two Sergeants Babysitting

*Agnes and Nigel was ordered by Tiala to babysit Lily while she goes out for a quick shopping*

Agnes: *was holding Lily*

Lily: *was just staring at Agnes* ……

Agnes: *staring back* …… *showed her the small bomb* Want a bomb?

Nigel: *looked at Agnes* SHE’S FOUR! 😰

Agnes: I DON’T KNOW! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH HER?!?

Nigel: Not only SHARK is gonna kill us! So will PRICE! And where did you get the BOMB?!?

Lily: ???

Yeeeaaah…Agnes doesn’t have any siblings so she’s not very experienced with kids. Soooo….hope Price and Aly will come back home soon. And Tiala better be coming back from the store soon too.😓

Characters (Left -> Right)

Lilian Price (Aly and Price's Daughter) - @alypink

Agnes "Blast" Falagi - Me

Nigel "Squirrel" Harrison - Me

[ceoofdestructix]

✨️ IT'S FANKID TIME ✨️

Ursimian's Little Yetis (AKA the Little yeti and the Emo yeti)

Rock & Roll (Tumble and Björn’s adopted babies)

And Hazel the Skunk, Bri and Rough’s son. Just like Brienne, he has a magic item, which is an acorn. He's also mute (like Bark)

[misssparklingpaws]

Shadow in the Flame

Chapter 7: Dictator Mode, Swifties, and Stark Secrets

The morning after the mission, Aria was technically supposed to be resting.

And by “resting,” she apparently meant limping through the training deck in a compression wrap, barking orders like a tiny, beautiful drill sergeant forged from sarcasm and espresso shots.

“Yelena. You tripped over your own ego on that spin kick. Again.”

“I was improvising,” Yelena grunted, flipping to her feet.

“No. You were flailing like a raccoon in a wind tunnel.”

Robert, trailing behind Aria like a nervous intern with a medkit, whispered to Bucky, “She’s got a bullet wound and she’s still terrifying.”

Bucky just sipped his coffee. “That’s how you know she’s a Stark.”

“Red Guardian, your stance is so wide I could drive a Quinjet through it.”

Alexei looked personally offended. “This is my power stance.”

“No that’s your ‘I’ve had too much tequila stance.”

Without missing a beat, Aria clapped her hands once. “Okay, team. Listen up.”

Everyone paused. Even Ava tilted their head.

Aria crossed her arms. “This Friday night, Morgan Stark is spending the night at the Tower.”

Collective blinking.

“I expect and I cannot stress this enough, your absolute best behavior. No inappropriate jokes. No sexual innuendos. No swearing. No terrifying stories, no weapons left out, and absolutely no weird team rituals. I don’t care if it’s tradition. You will all be PG-rated Disney Channel rejects.”

Yelena raised a brow. “You’re treating her like a royalty.”

“I’m treating her like my baby sister,” Aria said plainly. “She gets to be a child for as long as I can protect that.”

That silenced the room.

Then she added casually “And we’re leaving the next morning for the Eras Tour weekend in Vegas.”

Silence.

Alexei slowly turned to Yelena. “What’s... Eras Tour?”

Aria continued like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb. “Taylor Swift. Full set. VIP afterparty. It’s our thing.”

Yelena’s jaw dropped. “You! you’re a Swiftie?!”

“She’s one of the best lyricists of our time. Her visuals are immaculate. Her precision is unmatched. And frankly, I respect the way she reinvents herself without apologizing for outgrowing people especially men” Aria said her gaze a dead glare. “And she’s a friend.”

Robert blinked so hard it looked like it hurt.

Yelena made a sound between a laugh and a choke. “I thought you only listened to men crying and angels screaming in Latin.”

“I do. But I also scream The Archer while cleaning my guns.”

Red Guardian looked confused. “This… Eras… is like an American opera?”

“Sure,” Aria said flatly. “If the opera had glitter cannons and 75,000 people sobbing to a breakup song in matching cowboy boots.”

Yelena looked like she needed to reboot. “You called me a Disney squirrel with knives and yet… you dance to 22?”

“Yes.”

---

Later that week.

The elevator dinged and out walked Morgan Stark, eight years old, glitter sneakers flashing, dragging a sparkly pink overnight bag with the confident stride of a tiny CEO.

“Hi!” she grinned. “I’m Morgan. Aria’s tiny boss.”

Red Guardian leaned down. “So young. So much Stark already.”

Morgan blinked up at him. “Are you the one who broke her favorite coffee mug?”

Alexei froze. “I, how did you?”

“I have her trackers,” Morgan smiled sweetly, then pointed at Robert. “And you’re the one in love with her.”

Robert nearly dropped the plate he was holding. “I, I uh”

“Relax,” Morgan said kindly. “She likes you. She just pretends she doesn’t. That’s her whole thing. Sad angsty girl vibe like a lana del rey song.”

“MORGAN!”

Yelena leaned against the counter, cackling. “I love her.”

Aria, walking in behind Morgan, muttered “Play nice or I will ban dessert tonight.”

“Rude” Both Morgan and Yelena responded.

Over dinner, Morgan perched at the head of the table like royalty, eating spaghetti with the confidence of someone who owned the building.

Then she dropped the bomb.

“Did Aria tell you Taylor Swift sang at her quinceañera?”

Seven forks dropped.

“She did not,” Bucky said.

Morgan beamed. “It was a whole thing. Daddy rented a literal castle. Taylor sang six songs. Aria wore a giant sparkly pink dress. I wasn’t born yet, but there’s video of her and Captain America slow-dancing to Enchanted in a tiara.”

Yelena spun toward Aria. “YOU HAD TAYLOR SWIFT AT YOUR QUINCEAÑERA?!”

“Your dad made Steve Rogers your chambelán?” Bucky asked, eyes wide.

Aria sipped her wine. “She owed my dad a favor. And Cap volunteered. Said it reminded him of the old days.”

Robert’s entire brain broke. “Wait. Aria wore a… ball gown?”

Morgan nodded. “Baby pink. With sparkles and a crown, like a little Miss Mexican Universe. I watch the video every year.”

Yelena’s mouth hung open. “She owns knives made of vibranium. This makes no sense.”

Aria, deadpan: “Multitudes, Belova.”

Morgan pulled out a tablet. “Wanna see the footage?”

“YES,” the team chorused.

“Absolutely not,” Aria snapped. “You do, and I’ll crash every Thunderbolt mission for six months. With glitter bombs.”

Morgan grinned like the chaos goblin she was. “She really is my sister.”

---

The Tower’s living room had become a war zone of glitter glue, s'mores crumbs, and colored markers.

Robert sat cross legged on the floor, sleeves rolled up, carefully helping Morgan build what appeared to be the Tower out of marshmallows and toothpicks. He looked like a man preparing for a NASA engineering exam.

“Okay,” Robert mumbled, tongue poking out slightly. “Structural integrity’s good here, but the top might collapse unless we reinforce with pretzels.”

Morgan clapped. “See? You’re smarter than everyone thinks.”

He blinked. “Wait what does everyone think?”

Morgan just giggled.

Up on the loft, Aria leaned silently against the railing, half in shadow, watching them. Not coldly. Not critically.

Just quietly.

Like someone too stubborn to admit their heart was melting.

Bucky appeared beside her, sipping a drink and following her gaze.

“Cute” he said.

“It’s loud.”

“He’s good with her.”

“She’s good with everyone.”

“You’re smiling.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Muscle spasm, stressed induced.” Aria deadpanned.

Below, Morgan wiped chocolate off Robert’s cheek while he tried not to combust.

Then, with a CEO’s seriousness, she leaned in. “Okay. Question.”

Robert glanced up nervously. “Uh-oh.”

“Do you wanna be my brother or my brother-in-law?”

Robert made a sound somewhere between a squeak and a full system crash.

“I what uh what?!”

Morgan tilted her head. “You clearly like Aria. I like you. You didn’t cry when I shot you with the Nerf gun. You passed the test. So?”

Robert was turning red fast enough to violate some sort of physics law. “I, I mean if I had to choose I, uh ”

Aria sighed, lips twitching upward. “I’m going to kill her.”

“You’re soft,” Bucky said behind her.

“I am not.”

“You’re weirdly quiet.”

“I’m plotting.”

“You’re plotting to knit him a sweater.”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll add you to tomorrow’s sparring schedule.”

Bucky smirked. “Already on it.”

“Morgan, time for bed!” Aria called down.

“Can Bob tuck me in?” Morgan asked sweetly, giving her best Puss in Boots eyes. “Pretty pleaseeee?”

“Um yeah, if your sister’s okay with that,” Robert stammered.

“Morgan, he’s not your babysitter. Robert’s tired too” Aria said, sighing.

“I don’t have a problem with that” Robert said, looking directly at Aria with a soft smile.

“YAY!” Morgan squealed, grabbing Robert’s hand. “Let’s go, Bob!”

“Daddy material,” Bucky fake-coughed.

“Shut up.”

---

Later That Night

Aria stood quietly outside Morgan’s room, arms crossed, listening to her little sister’s muffled giggles as Robert read a bedtime story, complete with ridiculous voices.

She didn’t interrupt.

Didn’t tease.

She just stood there. Watching the light spill from the half-closed door. Listening.

And when she finally turned away, her expression unreadable, Bucky leaning casually against the wall just raised an eyebrow.

“Admit it.”

Aria didn’t stop walking. “Admit what?”

“You’re falling in love.”

She paused for half a second.

“I’m going to crash a mission with glitter bombs just for you.”

Bucky grinned. “I’ll wear sparkles to match.”

[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #13 (aka Keep It Coming, Pinterest)

Nikolai: Sherlock, why are you wearing my jacket? I said you have to ask permission first!

Sherlock: I did ask. You never said I had to get a yes.

Nikolai:

Nikolai: *choked up* I-I have NEVER been so proud!

————— Price, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Roach: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Ghost, with the tone of someone who is used to Roach: Outstanding.

Price: This is what I'm talking about, people.

--------

Sherlock, playing with something in Nikolai's workshop: Onion rings are just vegetable donuts.

Price, used to Sherlock: Sure they are, kid.

Gaz: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Price, not used to Gaz: Okay?

Roach: Lasagna is just spaghetti flavored cake.

Price:

Ghost, smirking under his mask: Lobsters are mermaids to scorpions.

Price: *crying* Kids, please stop.

Nikolai, fascinated: No, continue, please.

Soap, next to Nikolai: *furiously taking notes*

--------

[on a mission somewhere]

Sherlock: I...I've been here before.

Nikolai: Oh my god how do you know??

Sherlock: My phone automatically connected to the WiFi.

--------

Sherlock, walking into her house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Gaz: Hi.

Ghost: Hello.

Soap: Hey.

Roach: *waves*

Sherlock: I gave you a key for emergencies.

Nikolai, also has a key: We were all out of Doritos.

Sherlock: And what do you have there, Nik?

Nikolai: Price, currently on Nik's lap: O_O

Nikolai: A smoothie.

Sherlock:

Sherlock: *dialing on her phone* Laswell, come pick up your idiots. -------- Price: Hey, Ghost. What's your favorite insect?

Ghost: *looks at Roach* :)

Roach: *looks at Ghost* :)

Price: Am I missing something here?

Ghost: I like butterfly.

Price: You mean butterflies?

Ghost: I did not.

Roach: *chucks butter across the room at Price* He did not.

Price: *sigh* Of course you didn't. -------- [at 3am]

Ghost: You can say, "Have a nice day!" without a problem.

Ghost: But you can't say "Enjoy the next 24 hours" without sounding vaguely threatening.

Soap: How did you get into my apartment? -------- Graves: *holding his phone and recording* Okay, I am home alone and I just heard a thud upstairs, there's something in my house.

Graves: *walks to the steps of the Shadow Company base* 🎵If you're to murder me, clap your hands🎵

Ghost: *clap clap*

Graves: *bolts out of the base and into the woods, screaming* -------- Alex, kidnapped and strapped to a metal table: Do you know...the muffin man?

Farah, also kidnapped: Alex, I swear-

Kidnapper: The muffin man?? What the-

Alex: YES! THE MUFFIN MAN!

Kidnapper: The...one who lives on Drury- wait is this a Shrek reference?

Alex: FINALLY! You owe me five bucks, Farah. I told you a bad guy would get it one day! -------- Soap: psst LT.

Ghost: What?

Soap: I made this friendship bracelet for you!!

Ghost: You know, I'm not really a jewelry person.

Soap, dejected: Oh. Well you don't have to wear it-

Ghost: No I'm gonna wear it forever, back off.

Soap: 😊 -------- Kate: JOHN WHEN I FIND YOU YOU'RE DEAD!

Soap: *pops his head into the room, visibly shaking*

Kate: Of course it's not you, sweetie, you're perfect, keep doing what you're doing, live your life.

Soap: *nods and smiles* -------- Price: I made tea.

Gaz: I don't want tea.

Price: I didn't make tea for you...This is my tea.

Gaz: Then why are you telling me?

Price: It's a conversation starter.

Gaz: That's a lousy conversation starter.

Price: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate. -------- Price, a tired dad trying his best to train the sergeants: Okay, let's try this one more time. Collapsing building, simultaneous terrorist attack. What do you do? Soap: Gaz: Roach: Call the mili- Price: YOU ARE THE MILITARY! --------

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Tf 141 Apocalypse AU

Synopsis: Soap is grounded and watches Ghost through the scope of his rifle as he clears the perimeter around base. Jokes, banter and feelings ensue.

Soaps hips where aching from sitting cross legged for so long and his lower back was starting to twinge. The roof top was cooling down in the evening as the sun was setting and mosquitos were starting to fly around, much to Soaps dismay. But the sergeant would not move from his spot much less lose Ghosts position through his scope.

The Lieutenant was currently weaving through the bushes and streets close to their base, securing the perimeter, checking their traps as well as recharging their defence systems. The dark shadowy figure moved swiftly through the streets and Soap coveres his movement from his vantage point, his rifle propped up on the ledge of the roof.

"Gotta hurry up Lt., this poisition isnae doing much for my back." Soap complained whishing he'd brought something more comfortable to sit on.

"Keep yappin' and we'll still be here by tomorrow morning." Came Ghosts gruff reply, followed by a loud clank. "Electrical wires have juice again, found the flock of infected chickens that gave themselves a deep fry."

"Those red eyes never fail to leave ya unsettled. Would kill for some fried chicken right about now though." Soap mused dreamily when he noticed a shadow to his left and quickly spun the scope around but it was already gone.

"Also if you hadnae put me on obeservation duty I could be down there with ya right now and this whole thing would be done a lot quicker, Lt." Followed by a quiet "Just sayin'."

He only got a grunt in response. He watched Ghost walk over to the generator, located between two broken down cars. He saw the man approach the maschine and take off the side pannel to reconnect some wires. "I've got a bad feeling about this, make it quick Ghost."

" Patience Johnny, this shit isn't exactly my strong su-"

The radio was cut off and all Soap heard was a loud crash and then silence as Ghosts body dissapeared behind one of the cars.

Franctically searching the area around the generator with his scope Soap could feel his hands start sweating as his body grew hot.

"Lt!"

"Lt. come in!"

"Ghost do you hear me?!"

Suddelny a gloved hand gripped the hood of a car next to the generator. Ghost slowly rose from behind the car gripping a furry creature in his other hand by it's neck. As Soap focused on it's head a pair of bright red squirrel eyes stared back at him.

"Hey Johnny."

Soap released a breath and wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. "What Lt.?"

"I tried to think of squirrel puns. But everything I thought of was nuts."

Soap looked up from his scope and roled his eyes. He would deny the smile on his lips forever.

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Tiala - She knows how to drive during High School. At the age of 17. during her senior year. Her dad taught her...and she's gonna be HONEST with you. She would rather have the ACTUAL driving instructor instead of her dad. Why, you ask? .........yelling. (Don't tell her dad-)

Kanoa - At the age of 20 when he was still in the military. His older brother, Rangi, has to teach him. In order for him to drive a military vehicles. (And he had failed more than 10 times...but he got it at the 15th try!)

Nigel (Squirrel) - Graves taught him how to drive ever since he joined into the Shadow Company.

Agnes - She doesn't have a CAR. So...she's a passenger princess.

Aelan - Her Uncle taught her after her graduation from her medical school. Before signing up to the military.

Alana - Her brother taught her how to drive during high school before graduating. In case she needs to go somewhere while he or his girlfriend isn't around.

Koa (BOCW) - He knows how to drive after being married. Since he wanted to take his wife around...until that behavior has changed and him being reckless and drunk driving...

Does your OC know how to drive a car? If so, when did they learn?