#soap from cod headcannons

[fishing-for-cod]

I think Soap would be the type of guy to really get into movies, like very emotionally invested in them.

During horror movies he’s leaning forward with wide eyes, completely focused on the screen, muttering commands and please

“C’mon… get up… get up….”

Sometimes he’ll just randomly yell when he gets too excited or frustrated

“RUN, DAMNIT!”

And like when watching sad movies people can swear they hear him sniffling and see remnants of wiped tears

He watched Inside Out and Inside Out 2 and cried during BOTH of them.

“It’s just so sad, though!”, he says when he’s told he’s overreacting (usually by Ghost)

[pfhwrittes]

something something john soap mactavish correcting the person that called him gay by responding with “i’m an equal opportunity shagger ya weapon” and kyle gaz garrick pointing out “you don’t get much opportunity to shag mate so it’s irrelevant really” something something

[monsterslikemango]

How I headcannon the cod characters would dress off duty

John Price

Granola Dad aesthetic

Carhartt & Patagonia 

Baseball hats & beanies heaven

mostly wears boots and hiking shoes but has a pair of Birkenstocks Gaz bought him.

Wears a very nice tactical watch 

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Rich London private school

I headcannon Gaz was raised in a wealthy family — old money yet his dad had a good job to which only added to it. (Probably a judge — would explain where he got his very strong sense of justice from)

Really is just a pretty boy

Old money style, new money shoes

Definitely smells super good! Think Vanilla Sex or Tobacco Vanille by Tom Ford

Gold jewelry — usually small chain and gold watch

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Let me get this out of the way — he still dresses like he’s in high school just a little bit more organized now

Loves to be comfortable — baggy jeans, jackets, hoodies.

Lots of white t-shirts basically wears them with everything, same with white shoes but he can’t keep the shoes clean to save his life

Bought a pair of air forces, they were dirty in a week

Wears a fair amount of jewelry — silver

Never leaves the house with out his cross or medal of Saint Gabriel (he grew up Catholic)

Simon “Ghost” Riley

The girls know what’s coming

Biker

Definitely can dress nice if he tries but is more than likely wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans, and a hat

Keeps his head down — tends to always wear a hat in public but avoids masks as not to draw attention to him self — doesn’t matter cause he’s probably wearing his helmet anyway

Spends most of his off time in the gym — grey sweats and a black tee

Not really a jewelry person

Belts <3

Phillip Graves

Country boy through and through

Nothing else to say here

Definitely smells good though — think Dior Homme

[plethaid]

Hello! I have been gone for a while but I am back with more headcannons! (This kind of ran away from me, so it's a bit of a monster of a post for me ;-;)

Anyway!

TW: none?? I think? Pls let me know if you think I should add any! Otherwise very, very fluffy I think.

Have the various cod men taking care of a burnt out S/O. Includes: König, Nikolai, Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Graves

König is getting you some fresh air. No matter the weather, those windows are open. Taking you out on walks, or if that's too daunting he'll sit with you on the small balcony of his apartment, your favorite little treats on the little table beside your chairs. Will take you out to the nearest park if it's quiet, or deeper into the wilderness instead for his best attempt at a picnic. It may just be a rough wool blanket and a couple of sandwiches from a tiny (read: very questionable but he swears its good) bakery, but he's trying.

Nikolai is making sure you rest. He is well experienced in herding you back into your bed and making sure any obligations you have are taken care of. Will cuddle you all day long if you want, or if you want to get out of bed will let you sit by him while he works on a finicky peice of equipment. Loves taking you out to eat, fancy restaurants with you tucked under his arm, a bottle of your preferred drink already waiting at the table. Makes sure you two are tucked away in a quiet booth, where the lighting is dim and the only sounds to be heard are soft conversation and the string quartet.

Price is panicking on the inside. He wants to help, really, he just doesn't quite know how. Ends up giving you a lot of self help books, not knowing that you don't have the energy to read them, and just looking at them, unable to muster the energy just makes you feel even worse. When he notices, he feels terrible. Donates the books. Switches to holding you close in the evenings, reading a book you had been talking about reading for months out loud, keeping tucked into his chest. Will continue making you take a plethora of vitamins, no he does not care if you don't notice a difference. If you have a different medicine to take? Best believe he is making sure you take those too. Takes over all of the chores you hated, but still insists you do something to be productive during the day. Beams when he comes home and you tell him of the little project you finally got around to doing.

Soap is making sure you are fed, watered, and have proper enrichment. Kinda like a zoo animal, but in a good way. Keeps a balance of cooking new recipes to help encourage some life and excitement, and making your favorites when you need the comfort. Would absolutely bake with you, taking over whenever you wanted. Also a fiend for proper hydration, and you cannot tell me otherwise. Your waterbottle is full constantly, and if you don't drink at least three he is holding that bottle and giving you his best puppy dog eyes. Then there is the enrichment. Finds whatever hobby you have and brings home new things for it. New yarn, buys a new game, you name it. And if you simply don't have the energy to do what you love? He's right there with you, encouraging you to do just a little. Will not stop the praise when you make the tiniest bit of progress, because When it was the most progress you were capable of? It is the entire world to him, and he won't stop talking until you're proud of yourself too.

Gaz is making sure you take care of yourself. Runs a bath, making sure to use your favorite bath bomb and bubbles, adds epsom salt for achy muscles. Turns off the light and adds about a dozen led candles around to help you relax. Helps you wash your hair, scrubs every inch of you, rubbing lotion into your damp skin after. Runs through your entire skin and hair care routine, adds a few steps of his own if he thinks it would help. Reminds you to change your clothes if you forget. Does the laundry to make sure you always have something fresh to wear. Changes the beddding of your bed consistently and sprays the pillows with lavender scented spray. He makes sure you get some activity in, lets you pick and does it with you. Taking short walks with you, doing a little bit of yoga, or whatever you want. Similar to Jobnny with the water. But if you just can't get down a bottle, he offers alternatives. Flavored options or feeds you food with a high water content like melons. Gives you about a million little pecks, scatters them across your skin every second you get.

Ghost is suprisingly gentle. Treats you like a fragile bird at times. Keeps telling you frankly terrible jokes just to see you smile a little or smack him for it. He knows damn well how it feels when you feel so empty inside, the lack of any energy at all. Doesn't let you lie and say that everything is fine. He glares at you until you break and tell him how you really feel. Makes sure you at least move a little during the day, even if its just out of bed and onto the couch, or sat on the counter while he makes breakfast for you. Lets you rest for as long as you need. Hates being too pushy with you, or forcing you to do something you don't want to be doing. Only makes sure you're eating and drinking, offering a smoothie when making a meal and the clean up seems like too much for you. Will absolutely be a bastard to people and say know for you if you are the type to overwork yourself. Will also be a bit of a bastard to you when he knows damn well how burnt out you are and you keep scheduling more obligations for yourself.

Graves is the type to try and make your life as effortless as possible when you finally hit your breaking point. Every meal is prepped and waiting in the frige for you, with enough variety to make sure you don't get bored of it. Is definitely a bastard in making sure you eat three square meals a day. Oh, and that little thing thats been bothering you for weeks? Whether it be a squeaky hinge, or car maintenance, or a burnt out bulb you best believe it is fixed for you without a word. He is also a firm believer of the healing of the great outdoors, but he also knows how much effort going out for a true excursion can be. So he makes sure his house has a nice sunroom for you so you can be in the sun no matter the season. Buys you an excessive amount of comfy clothing. Makes a little daybed in his office so you can do your own thing and still spend time with him. Absolutely adores when you manage to pick a hobby of yours back up, and soothes you when you feel like you'll never have the energy to ever do anything you enjoy again.

[bigassmoonchild]

Maple Syrup

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: All you needed was to contain the aphrodisiac, make an antidote just in case, and go home. But working with the 141 was never that simple, and now you and Ghost would find out how it worked. Up close and personal.

Content Tags: Vague kidnapping near the beginning, Sex Pollen, Smut, PiV Sex, Fingering, Fuck or Die, Mild Dubious Consent (consent is gained after pollen gets inhaled), No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: Honest to god, I've been trying to write a story based on this thought alone. I can't even get it started but maybe this will get me. There also needs to be more Omegaverse written for COD, there can be some interesting stuff from it. Lmk if you want more of this, i'm exhausted <3 (p.s. I've changed the summary like, 10 times and idk how to feel about it)

Next, Headcannons, Masterlist

"Gaz, are we clear to enter?" Ghost asked into the comms. Gaz had gone into the building first, alongside Soap, to clear out the path you and Ghost would take. It was almost a straight shot, it felt too easy to get to the weapon you were there for. Maple Syrup, they had called it, even though it was an airborne weapon. You could hear a few shouts of a language, it sounded Russian but you weren't entirely sure, but you didn't have long to dwell on it as they stopped with a few gunshots.

Another few grunts came through before Gaz finally responded. "We're all clear in here, we still need to sweep a few rooms closer to Docs target, but you should be good to enter," he answered. Ghost nodded at you and led the way in, gun resting on his shoulder as he looked every which way. You knew it was a safety precaution, but you trusted Gaz.

You always trusted easily, it was in your nature. You were an Omega, and having trust in the people meant to protect you felt natural. You trusted your pack, even if you hadn't been a part of it for too long.

Maybe you shouldn't trust as easily.

Ghost shoved you into the wall next to you and started firing, bullets whistling past your ears as you ducked low. It reeked of sex, of Alphas and Omegas in heat or rut. Even through the military grade suppressant you could smell it, and it hurt. Ghost ducked around the corner, more gunshots echoing before a grunt came from him, and you heard the sound of a body dropping.

You didn't think before rounding that corner, seeing Ghost on the ground unmoving shook you. You ran your hands over him to feel for blood, but you couldn't see or feel anything. By the time you got to his shoulders, you found a needle trapped between his vest and arm, right in the meaty part of his inner-most shoulder. You plucked it off of him without thinking, tossing it to the side before pressing to feel for anything left inside.

You hadn't noticed the people advancing behind you, had ignored the calling from the comms or footsteps coming from the same direction Gaz and Soap were supposed to be in, but you felt the prick of the needle on your back. With a shout, you fell forwards, catching yourself from falling face first into the ground. You attempted to crawl forwards, get away from the men approaching from the back, but the medication they pumped into you caught up quicker than you could move.

It was with a groan that you sat up, swallowing thickly at the sickly sweet taste in your mouth. You tried wiping your face, but your hands moved slower than they felt, missing twice before wiping the area around your mouth. Pulling your hand back, a thin, dark red coating came back on them. You blinked hard, trying to remember what you had come here for.

The Maple Syrup mist. You couldn't remember much else about it, your mind moving at about the same speed as the namesake for the pollen-like substance. It was airborne. You knew that. There was something especially dangerous about it that a lot of the countries who knew about it wanted it gone. You were hired to make sure that no matter what happened, there was an anti-dote for it.

Something like that.

You blinked back into it when the door to wherever you were creaked open. You glanced up slowly, blinking at the men who entered and grabbed you, speaking loudly at you. What were they talking about? It wasn't Russian, you hadn't been in Russia or near any of their allies when you'd been grabbed.

You wouldn't understand it, your mind was moving at half the speed they were dragging you at. A few twists and turns, some scattered conversation floating around, and being dropped twice was what it took for you to be tossed into a similar room as your first. You laid face first on the ground, the cold helping to clear your head slightly.

Small cramps started in your back, twinging you every few seconds. A voice came over a loudspeaker, whatever they were saying it was something they were very pleased with. You turned, slowly, onto your back before crawling backwards to lean onto the wall behind you.

Maple Syrup. What the hell about it was so important they sent the 141 after it? Something something, military grade suppressants. The suppressants. Maple Syrup could break through military grade suppressants. You groaned, the cramps moving through your back and into your stomach. You could feel the heat, all-encompassing, starting to wash over you.

A loud, long creak echoed from the area to your left, and your head dropped to your shoulder as you turned it to look at the wall. A scent came wafting from the slowly opening crack in the wall, growing headier as the walls fully opened up. It was musky, with leather and tobacco, hints of the gunpowder you often smelled back on base. It made your mouth water.

The groan from the corner directly next to you startled you back into the present. As your eyes adjusted to the new lighting between the two rooms, a dark shape became clearer in the corner. A skull mask was lying tossed a few meters from it, and as your vision cleared up more, you could tell it was Ghost.

His head hardly moved as his eyes found yours, staring through you from beneath the balaclava.

"What's the verdict, Doc?" He grumbled, deep in his throat.

"Dosed with Maple Syrup," you whispered back, and his head fell back down between his legs.

A short, harsh sound came from him, it had to be a laugh, "then what's gonna happen to us?"

"When was your last natural rut?" You looked at him, licking your dried lips. You could see his head move sharply from your peripheral, his eyes flittering up and down. He shook his head, another dry laugh coming from him.

"It's that bad?" You nodded. "Probably since I took my last, longer leave. I think it was four or five years ago, but I don't remember," you blinked slowly. The levels of androstenone in him would be high, especially without a rut to keep him leveled, and the Maple Syrup would only force him to produce more. Too much, and he'd die of something. Whether it would be heat stroke, or dehydration you had no idea.

"If you don't pop a knot or two, you'll die. Heat stroke, maybe dehydration, but you'll die. I don't know the exact amount of androstenone inside of you, but if it gets too high you could be forced into a feral rut," you glanced over at him, his eyes scrunched shut, a low groan coming from his throat. He glanced back up to you, his eyes softened and fear started to lace his scent.

Ghost shook his head. "If I go feral, I'll kill you. I can't, Doc, I don't wanna kill you," his voice grew more strained as his sentence wore on.

"I'll be fine," you gave him a soft smile. "I'm going to go into heat, and if I don't get a knot, I'll die. I don't know if the weapon shit is able to counteract the birth control part of the suppressants, but I don't feel good. I need you to fuck me, Ghost," you whispered the last part. He shook his head. "You have my permission, so it's up to you to act," you swallowed again, eyes shutting as sweat beaded down your neck.

It was getting hot. Too hot, and you could feel your slick pooling and soaking through your pants. You could smell it, and you knew he could smell it. You could hear the panting breaths he took, the grunts he let out. A long, low growl came from him and his heavy steps inched closer to you.

Ghost grabbed you by the back of your neck, shoving you forward into the ground and scenting your throat deeply. He tore at the neck of your shirt, ripping it to let him get more of your scent. He licked a long line, sucking into the base of your neck softly as his teeth grazed along it.

He stuffed his fingers under your pants and panties, leaving you whining as two of his fingers brushed past your clit and buried into you. Even feral, the Alpha was trying to take care of you. They curled and pressed against you, leaving you writhing under him as you whined for more.

Pleasure blossomed in your abdomen, the heel of his hand grazing against your clit with each pump his fingers made, leaving you throbbing around his fingers. Ghost was able to get one more finger in you, nosing up your neck before sucking a dark hickey into your neck, teeth grazing along your neck and nipping you here and there, soothing it with a lick.

He tugged his fingers out of you, dragging your pants and panties down before shoving his down as well. He rutted his cock against your folds, soaking himself in your slick before sliding inside of you. A long, loud moan tore out of your throat as he kept sliding further and further into you, bottoming out with a growl from him.

Writhing against him with your mouth hanging open, he dragged himself out of you before rutting back in. Your nails scratched against the floor beneath you, you could feel your heartbeat in your clit and Ghost against your back.

Licking and sucking at your scent gland, Ghost dragged his face against it and growling. You could feel him throb inside of you, heat flooding you with his cum. A long whine came from your throat, hips pushing back and out against him as his fingers found your clit, rubbing in soft but quick strokes. Heat shredded through your abdomen, sliding through the rest of your body as your orgasm tore through your body.

You could feel your clit pulse with each heartbeat, his fingers not waning from stroking it, shocks flowing through you with each stroke. You thought you could feel tears pouring down your face, mouth wide open as you groaned. Ghost pulled out, letting you drop to the ground on your stomach before he flipped you over, pulling your legs to his shoulders and rocking his cock back inside of you.

Dropping your head back, your mouth still gaped open as he filled you once more. You could feel his knot catching onto you each time he thrust, leaving you whining. Ghost dropped back down, mouthing at your scent gland once more, leaving his open for your own mouth.

Pushing his balaclava away from his gland, you took licks of his for yourself. He tasted good, so good, his scent flooding into your mouth, you had to pull back just enough so that you could breathe. He grunted with each thrust, his abdomen brushing against your clit with every other thrust, your legs pushed into your chest.

Each thrust left you whining for more, faster, harder even if he couldn't hear or understand you through the feral rut. You felt tears pooling in your eyes again, dripping down your face as you gasped with each thrust, cunt throbbing around him as his knot caught more and more with every thrust until he couldn't pull out anymore. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt a sharp, stinging pain radiate from your neck before it heated into what almost felt like agonizing pleasure.

It burned white hot and you clawed at his arms, hips bucking against his, which were just barely thrusting against you, trying to pump you full and pump deep.

When he finally released your neck, he let out a long groan as his own orgasm seemed to finally wash over him. Ghost let his head drop to your shoulder, his hips trying to thrust harder and you couldn't stop yourself from biting down on his own gland in turn.

It was hard to see the way his mouth dropped open under the balaclava and his eyes roll back, but from what you could see it left you moaning against his neck.

It took you a few minutes to come back to when you released his neck. All you could taste those few minutes was Ghost, nothing more. You had to gasp for actual oxygen as his taste nearly embedded itself in your mouth.

From the moment you released his neck, to the moment you became more aware of what was happening, he had adjusted you to sitting in his lap with his back against the wall. You could hear him talking, but your mind was gone. There wasn't pain, but you weren't entirely comfortable. Your neck was sore, and your cunt was still throbbing around him.

He nuzzled your neck, lapping at your now marked gland.

Ghost wasn't entirely sure what would happen, neither of you would be able to hide the marks and even so, he would have to report this. He figured it wouldn't matter, for now, he could wait to figure everything out until you got medevacked and taken care of. Price would know what to do, he always did.

Next

[anonmousegosqueak]

Another headcannon about Roach, he gets called Lovebug whenever they're drinking. Because he gets all giggly and has to be holding onto someone when he's drunk.

It took Soap an hour to tell this one story because Roach kept giggling at every other word. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Kio. Babby grill (grill for grilling babies). I need you to exit the kitchen, you're putting Gordon to shame. I mean it's funny to watch him get bullied for once but-

Seriously though, one of my favorite CoD hc is just all the nicknames I have for Roach. Bugs, Buggy, Bug-boy, Luvbug, ect. I'm sorry but if I can't give cute little nicknames to people who have buckets of blood on their hands, why even? Side note- calling Soap: "fifteen in one body wash, cleaning spray, diesel fuel, and cooking oil" while calling Gaz: "Pretty boy" will always be my favorite joke.

So yeah, Roach is 100% a clingy drunk. In the 09 story/universe/ whatever I think bottom!Ghost top!Captain MacTavish belongs to, after the fire (THAT BOTH ROACH AND GHOST SURVIVED- BITE ME) if he even gets a drop of alcohol in his system that man is in Ghost's lap like a cat. Meanwhile in the other story (with top!Ghost and bottom!Johnny (yes Roach is in both, bite me(except don't I have very weak skin))) it's... Well it's literally the same. Drinks with the boys™ always ends in cuddles with the boys™

Someone is taking Roach home, not to do unsavory things (I'm a good Christian girly I swear DONT LOOK AT ANYTHING ELSE) but because he is practically glued to them and someone needs to give that man cuddles to help him sleep.

Price and Ghost can only laugh as Soap finally gets a taste of his own medicine, constantly being interrupted with the cutest little giggles any time he makes a single "funny comment" as Roach sits on Gaz's lap.

And yes- while Roach is mute, or at least selectively so, that doesn't mean he doesn't get vocal (NOT LIKE THAT). *Especially* when drunk. Giggles, "purrs", Soap swears he heard Roach beep once.

Long story short, I had to keep myself from smiling like a freak in public as I wrote this.

Also! Big thanks to Kiokijin. Not only are they singlehandedly giving me inspo to write, any posts made with their ask always gets a lot of likes. Chat loves ur thoughts Kio, I love the engagement (and the thoughts too tbh)

Consider this your call to arms Chat! If you like Kio's thoughts, send in your own and know your thoughts are giving me more likes than I've ever seen. Is it big-time numbers? Maybe not. Is it still impressive to a Mouse who still freaks out whenever I get a single like? You bet your boots it is!

Okay I love you platonically, bye!

[xo-cod]

https://www.tumblr.com/xo-cod/738798264594415616/141-k%C3%B6nig-sex-bloopers

sorry yeah that's it i meant irl it's not perfect and stuff happens sometimes :) whatever ignore this im silly

you're not silly, i loved this :') <3 this might be cringe and it's ooc/rushed/headcannons but LMAOO i tried my best :") nsfw/sfw ahead!

part 2

the not so sexy moments of sex with the 141

price trying to be all sexy and suave loosening his top and removing his bucket hat in an act of seduction which results in him stubbing his toe and yelping in pain for a good few minutes

gaz panicking at the thought of his cum going into your eye after a blowjob and proceeding to scare himself for days on the off-chance you develope some sort of eye infection

soap after getting slightly confused with what he was doing grabbed a diagram of a vagina and made you hold it so he could have better success rate of making you cum

simon screeching loudly after snapping on his latex condom a little harder than recommended. bear with him, he has to take a few minutes, his body took a screenshot from how intense it was

price ending up falling asleep during a hand job but in his defence he was on five days with three hours of sleep and a whole bunch of coffee that was keeping him going

gaz very confidently and with that half smirk of his, mid way giving you the best head asking you if you're about to have an organism

soap realizing very quickly that food play is not like the movies and that it stings/burns, proceeds to awkwardly hop and waddle into the bathroom

simon trying be all cute and romantic which results in him spooning you close to his body, only to proceed to hack and choke when he inhaled your hair by accident

price having the lack of coordination after he tried to undress himself trying to come over to the bed and ending up face planting into the floor with a huge thud and a string of curse words following by (this mans just stays falling LMAO)

gaz genuinely ashamed about tearing your expensive lingerie in his excitement that he gives himself a time out and learns the true meaning patience

simon, bless his heart, already breaking the bedframe in his excitement when he grabbed you and pinned you against it.

gaz frantically trying to get it back it up, cussing his cock out and trying to awkwardly laugh but it comes out as a cry for help

simon slamming his forehead into the doorframe when he tried to be all hot and sexy, proceeding to cut himself and cuss everything out within a 10 mile radius (never you though :3)

soap's confidence absolutely obliterating when he was so turned on he ended up cumming while trying to get inside you

gaz making you take a survey after sex and telling you to rate the experience and what he could improve on next time

simon absolutely enraged at the mark on your neck thinking someone had hurt you, completely forgetting he was the one to leave it on you and it was a hickey

soap falling asleep while trying to go down on you after he finished a long mission. his head was buried between the warmth and comfort of your thighs and his eyes fell like shutters, nuzzling deep unconsciously into your heat

simon just zoning out when staring at your tits, lost in a trance and you're wondering if he's going to actually touch them. he does so but after a good 15 minutes

price squeezing your tiddies to paw at them and get them all perky but ends up feeling your ribs in the darkness and gets excited.

soap just poking at your nipple mid thrust in pure curiosity. not even to flick or pinch them, just a small poke before he goes back to doing what he was doing

gaz having a sneezing fit when he tried to lick your neck and chest only to be allergic to the perfume you were wearing

[the-froschamethyst4]

Nicknames that I think will make them fold

COD men Headcannons

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König

I wanna say the nickname Handsome

Since he like anxiety of all kinds and even a bit of insecurities calling him handsome by his lover just makes him go insane

“Hey handsome,” was all you said as you sit next to him on the couch

His arm goes behind your head and pulls you closer to him

“Hey,” he smiles under his mask

★★★★★

Ghost

Sometimes just calling him ‘Si’ will make him go crazy

But you’ve called him stud one day just jokingly and he was on top of you in minutes

He didn’t think some dumb nickname like that could make him pound into the ground

“Hey stud,” you sexily said, pushing yourself on him

“Stud?” He questions.

“Yep?” You felt like maybe you struck a nerve “WOAH!”

You were pushed to the couch and within seconds your clothes were off

★★★★★

Price

You call him sexy, handsome, sweet thing, daddy, and hot shot and those barely make him do anything, the common dirty nicknames don’t make him go wild it’s the boring classic nicknames

Honey, teddy bear, muffin, babe, baby and Captain

Ohhhh don’t get me STARTED on Captain

Captain John Price will put you on your back in minutes

Ass in the air and you could be very much not walking for DAYS!!!!

“Captain can you help me with dinner please!” You yell from the kitchen.

“What’d you call me?” He asked pushing himself against your ass to feel his hard dick

“C-Captain.”

Next thing you knew you where on the kitchen counter ass and pussy being DESTROYED

★★★★★

Soap

My Knight

That sent him into a coma

He loves when you call him your knight, it makes him feel special

“My knight can you help me with laundry please.”

“Your knight is coming to the rescue,” he says kissing your temple and helping you separate the clothes and throwing the first wash into the washer

Your knight is also very keen on being your king, placing you on your back fucking you into the mattress or couch cushions

★★★★★

Alejandro

If you are a foreigner and don’t know Spanish that well but when being with him you’ve manage to pick up some Spanish

So you call him mi luz meaning my light

He loves it

If you do speak Spanish

You call him every name that pops into your head and it makes him go feral

Mi vida my life, mi sol my sun/sunshine

You’ve called him idiota (idiot) it makes him go crazy

“God I love you,” Alejandro says.

“Idiota,” you say making him chuckle and kiss your temple

★★★★★

Gaz

Angel eyes, love and Romeo

Those nicknames make him look at you as if you were his King/Queen and makes him go crazy

Like only YOU!! Can call him those nicknames

“Romeo! I need you real quick!!” You called

“Yes?” He asks pushing himself up behind you (but not like Price)

“Can you cut the carrots for me please?”

“Only for you,” he kissed your temple.

[tranceinnumerabletabs]

When Johnny Comes Back pt13

I'd like to mention some of these 'titles' were from AO3 and I'm sorry for how some of these sound. I know a lot of these were truly bonkers and some were character-specific. Y'all better like them they're legit funny at times AND have plausible deniability. Also, just like...2 hours after posting part 12, I REACHED 100 REBLOGS!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Sorry it took so long! I guess I hit a writer's block.

tags: @supermegabitchboyexceptimagirl, and @beelzebee

part1, part12

“Poison Breaker. Affirmative Sir. Operation: Deep Infiltration. Whispers of the Damned.”

Huh…those sound familiar?

“Undercover assets. Trapper Keeper. The Art of Subtlety. Hotline.”

Those….are just titles of sites you’ve visited? You think. You don’t memorize the hundreds of sites you visit.

“Tactical Submission. All That’s Said In Low Light. The Captain’s Private Orders. All the Sins You Never Had the Courage to Commit. Silent Weapons, Soft Target. To Drive a Man to Madness. Covert Rendezvous.”

Soap looks confused, which isn’t a good look right now. ‘What’s all this?’ He seems to say as he looks at you. You look confused as well.

You Don't remember this as being a part of your research.

This Wasn't Part Of Your Research.

“Sir Yes Sir. Directive 69: Breach & Enter. Man In Uniform. Under the Hood: Sensitive Material. Bravo Six: Going Dark. Decompression Protocol. Advanced Recon: Close Quarters. Mask-On Compliance. Command Authority: At Ease.”

Johnny looked even more confused. That’s…a lot more than you showed him. You didn’t tell him about any of this and by the sounds of it it seems important.

“Low-Profile Insertion. Kylassified BBC. Private Briefing: The Captain’s Touch. The Alpha Lieutenant. Engagement Protocol.”

Wait. Alpha Lieutenant? that sounds so familiar to you.

“Explosive Affairs. Now You See ‘em, Now You Don’t. Help Me Out (Get Me Off).”

“Hen what’s this?” Soap whispers sharply to you.

“Someone to Bleed. Silent Takeover. Behind Enemy Lines (Barracks Edition). Black Ops Ships.”

Ships?

Ships??

SHIPSSS??

SHIIIIIIPPSSSS??!!

No

no please god no

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“Modern Warfare Collection. C4 & Chill. Op Order: Stand to Attention.”

Soap looked worried at your panicked look.

'What are you hiding?'

“Slow Burn Deployment. Headcannon: Operator Edition. Cold War AU. Warzone AU. Infinite Warfare AU. Ship Week Prompts.”

“This isn’t what it looks like” you whisper back but it’s not very convincing when the words Cold War, Warzone and Warfare is coming out of Ross’ mouth

“Modern Warfare Drabbles. Modern Warfare Oneshots. Multi chapter AU Missions. Modern Warfare PWP. Kinktober: Advanced Warfare Edition. Fix-it-Fic: After Action Report.”

He’s literally reading your fucking fanfic history.

“Canon-Divergence ABO AU. WIP Modern Warfare 2.”

ABO?! fml that’s like the worst one?! What could be worse!?

“CoD x Reader."

tHaT wAsN't a fUcKiNg cHAllEnGe rOsS!!

"Reader Inserts: Classified Quarters. Modern Warfare Imagines.” Ross finishes as if he didn’t completely and utterly demolish your dignity in one fell swoop by reading your fanfic history right in front of Johnny

.

.

.

.

“Care to explain all that ma’am?” Ross asks innocuously Now, all three men turn towards you for answers, though Soap is still on your side, he wanted your explanation

You clear your throat, finding it suddenly dry. Was it always hot in here or was it just you?

“I….um…”

At the hesitation, Milton and Ross perk up “Those are just….fictional stories I like reading.” You vaguely say

“Hmm. That’s an awful lot of them military themed”

You nod hastily “yep!” You squeak “I’m just….really into it”

yeah I’m sure you are you whore

All three of them seem to scrutinize you under their gaze. The agents gaze spoke of suspicions and Soap’s never knew you were into that bonny

“So all of this is just a curiosity? You seemed to stay up late on these sites. All these titles are cause for suspicion in one way or another”

you doubt that but I guess they wouldn’t understand what some of these terms would be

“Y-yeah…the stories aren’t….focused on military stuff anyway it’s just….silly stories about the characters” you force out as you wish the ground would swallow you whole. They don’t even seem convinced as you experience an ego death right next to Soap. “It’s harmless! Honest!” You say, digging yourself into a deeper grave.

“Could you show us one of them” Milton challenges

I’d rather you shoot me but okay! You pull out your phone and go on AO3

“Lass what are you doing?” Soap whisper hisses at you, thinking it’s bad.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it” you whisper back. You try to find……nothing too weird. That shouldn’t be too hard right?

right?

You show him the beginning of some slow burn. Nothing crazy happens in the beginning of a slow burn right?

You all sit in silence as old ass men read fanfiction titles right fucking in front of you with varying expressions. But you only had one expression: Pain.

Soap looked like he wanted answers but is waiting till they leave “So they’re really just…..stories..?” Ross gruffs

“Yep! Nothing classified here!” You wheeze Ross of course decided to scroll all the way to the top before you could stop him and read the fucking tags you unwillingly flinch in embarrassment and take back your phone so he doesn’t seen any…..inappropriate tags….and you pray they didn’t. You look at your phone and Daymn these tags are pretty good but not something you’d show your parents. He…didn’t read them did he??

DID HE?

Milton doesn’t seem to notice and continues with the questions “so they’re unrelated to earlier searches?”

“YEP!” Your voice cracks

“Does your ’friend’ also have these….‘interests’”

“Uhhhh……maybe? I’m sure she’d like some of them”

Ross seemed to have enough “alright. Seems….harmless enough”

“Does your friend know anything about deeper searches or your husband’s occupation?” Milton checks again

husband

“U-um….she knows he’s in the military…” you dodge the fist part of the question but “And the searches?” Milton wasn’t having any of that

“I didn’t send her anything I know is classified” technically not a lie

“Did you tell her anything classified?”

“I never knew I even read anything bad! I was just curious”

please leave please leave please leave

They didn’t like that. But what could they do? They shoot Soap a look. He shoots one back, as if to say “leave it to me gentlemen”

The men nod “thank you both for your cooperation.” Ross grunts. They move to stand up and you relax slightly Ross straightens his tie as he talks “Be mindful of where you look and who you share it with. Curiosity could get you in serious trouble if you end up on the wrong side of a security breach“

“If you have any questions about classified material, there are legitimate channels.” Milton eyes you both.

pfff! ‘Legitimate Channels’?! If you wanted to watch hours of propaganda you’d watch marvel movies

Ross casually pockets his notebook filled with information the CIA couldn’t waterboard out you. They start to see themselves out but then-

“Hold it right there folks” Soap objects. The men turn to look at him. “Are ye gonna stop watching us? I’m not too keen on being monitored”

The men exchange glances “we’ll be in touch”

Soap doesn’t seem satisfied with that. Seems he still needs to….do things under your table and need their heads away.

“Aye. Aye. I Ken it’s yer jobs tae be cunts. I’m one myself” he reminds “but I’d like tae take a look at her ‘investigation’ myself and dinae want tae be watched”

Oh so that’s why

The men look at each other, straighten up, and try to make him understand “It’s not in our hands sergeant” Milton speaks “we can try to put in a good word. But we can’t make guarantees”

Soap thinks for a moment “aye, I shoulda known...Hmph. That’s alright gentlemen. I’ll just tell my captain and Laswell”

The men look even more serious “alright. I’m sure they’ll clear her name for you.” They start to see themselves out again but before they could fully leave, the older one, Ross turn his head back and says “It’s got to have you back sergeant” before finally leaving.

Both of you sigh in relief, the tension seeming to leave you both as you relaxed but neither of you are relaxed at all. Your dignity was in complete shambles, you had a lot to explain and Soap now had another mission as soon as he came back.

A long silence befalls both of you. Neither of you knowing what to say and needing to contemplate. You were there, reality crashing on you realizing how you’ve just stumbled into and Johnny? He’s now just had a new list of objectives to complete:

1. Interrogate you, why didn’t you tell him about those? are you hiding something from him? Have you been lying about what you know?

2. Tell Laswell and Price everything he knows and everything that happened. He already sent screenshots, they haven’t responded, and there’s been…..recent updates to suspicious activity he has to investigate.

3. Try to clear your name. But only if he’s concluded you deserved it. And he’s worried you didn’t deserve it. Those titles did sounded suspicious

4.Contact the shadow. How dare he talk to his wee bonny lass? Was it random? Was it bait? Was it targeted? Was it a part of something bigger he might not survive?

As both of you were processing the events, neither of you knew what to say. Soap braved a glance at you, you were looking right at him…wanting to speak but not knowing how to start. His eyes softened. How could he think anything malevolent of you? He’s sure you have an explanation. He put his signature teasing smile on his face.

“Husband eh? Looks like they made it official for us.” He jokes

You look surprised, before slowly cracking a small laugh and shaking your head. He smiles at the sight: you, on laughing at his antics on his bare chest. His solider brain impelled him from the side of his mind that he usually shut down when he came back to demand

To demand answers now.

But you were precious.

Too precious

But he had a job to do. His Call of Duty

“Lass” he clears his through and tries to keep his tone lighthearted as to not alarm you but the look in his eye was serious. “Care tae explain all tha’? Ye said ye told me everything”

Your eyes widen and your cheeks start heating up, you shove your face back into his chest, an action that would usually have his heart beating faster and his grin wider, but not now, cuz that’s MiGhTy sUsPiCioUs. His eyes grow even more serious. “What’s wrong bonny” his pet name sounds forced “are ye hiding’ something?”

You don’t seem to catch the weight of his tone, too engulfed in the absolute embarrassment of the events. Bad news. “Lass” he says through clenched teeth. “Care tae explain?” He fights the urge to grip your hair and force eye contact. He needs answers.

You catch on and snap your head up “I-i-it’s not what I-it l-l-looks like! I can explain!”

no you can't

oh god how am I going to explain I read smutty military fanfiction?! HE’S IN THE FUCKING MILITARY

“Ye said ye told me everything”

“I did!”

“Then what was all that? You didn’t show me all those.”

“I-I-I answered truthfully! Honest!”

“So all th’ was jus’ stories?” He asks, suspicious

“Yes! I promise!”

“About what?”

"Just….some..military stuff”

“Ye seemed eager tae make sure sheriff Sunburn and Deputy Mustache dinnae read it.” He presses

“It’s just….um….about the characters themselves. Like about lieutenants, soldiers, sergeants, mercenaries. Not about combat or battle….usually..”

So you’re learning about their means to an end? The average person doesn’t read hours of Mein Kampf, Das Kapital, The Art of War, The Turner Diaries etc for the writing style. So he scowls more as if that’s worse “an’ why would ye want tae know that?”

“Just……for fun..”

“Fer fun?”

“Hmm hmm” you force out.

Oh lord, if you’re listening, please help. I know we haven't always gotten along with my reading history and every thought I have when Johnny is shirtless but please!

“Then why don’t I have some ‘fun’ too? Give me your phone” he challenges, determined to find you out. Your eyes widen and your throat goes dry

oh lord please no

Your reaction seemed to confirm his suspicions and I look of betrayal and denial seeped into his face. You lied to him? You lied?! What were you plotting?

The look on his face broke your heart and you panicked more “I-i-it’s not bad! Honest! C'mon I need you on my side Johnny! You know I’d never do anything bad!”

“Honest?” He seemed to mock “well if ye wanna talk about honesty. Let’s talk about how ye went behind my back and learned everythin’ I’ve been trying tae hide from ye, only for you to end up being someone I’d fight against and ye won’t even let me not believe it!”

“Nononononono” you shake your head. Then. You sigh, defeated

“…..don’t laugh…”

Soap seemed to ease up at that.

“It’s…..uh…transformative works based on preexisting concepts made by regular civilians”

“Does it end with the army lads plantin’ a bomb or rescuin’ a kitten? I’m sure ‘The Captain’s Private Orders’ and ‘Operation Deep Infiltration’ sound like stories with happy endings. Next thing I see is you pitching’ American Sniper tae our wee Simon fer a bedtime story”

oh they have happy endings alright

You groan and place your hands in your hands “they’re not even about military bullshit! They’re about military video game characters!” You slip

“….stories…..about video game...military…” he mumbled to himself. Then…slowly, his entire demeanor shifts. His shoulders drop and his face twist into disbelief

“No. fucking. way” he looks at you but there was no malice, making you foolishly relax as well “what?”

“Lass…”

“Johnny?”

“…were ye readin’ fanfiction?!” He yells in absolute disbelief!

“W-what! I-I-I”

“Don’t try tae lie tae me sweetheart!” He laughs, and despite it being at your expense pride swelled in your heart at making him laugh so hard. “Ye wee filthy lass!” He laughs.

“N-no!!” You yell in a blushing defense but that just confirms his suspicions further and he wasn’t having any of that. You're dignity was going for a round two and there is no tap outs avaliable

“I cannae believe it! The wee Innocent Princess has a dark side! Tell me lassie, do ye like the idea of a big mean soldier tossin’ a wee ting like you and fuckin’ her silly?”

“It’s not all smutty!” You slip up. Well shit now you’ve confirmed it!

“Is that so? are they all big dark, brooding and misunderstood?” He keeps going, merciless “or are they too busy shagging each other? An’ I’m right here! Without the plot holes or filers! I’m proper jealous! Am I not strong enough fer ye Bonnie? I promise I’m a better fuck than Audie Murphy!” He laughs, clutching his chest in faux heartbreak

“Noooooo!”

“Dae the lads recite Shakespeare tae woo ye? I should try tha’! O, my sweet lass, how doth thy beauty compare to a well-placed grenade?’”

“Okay well fuck you too Johnny”

“ye wish! Is this what ye’ve been reading at night?! All cozy in yer Jammies readin’ about an alpha male in yer bedroom? I gotta see this!”

“Jounnyyy!!” you shove your face into your hands, unable to face him

“What’s yer favorite one lass? ‘Tactical Submission’? ‘*Deeeep* Infiltration’” he leans in close to you, making sure to be right in front of your hands on your face

“What was it again? ‘Captain’s Private Orders’? I could give ye orders if ye like lass”

“Oh I’m sorry Sergeant jealousy, I didn’t know it was part of protocol to get your CV before reading in what I thought was the privacy of my home!” You whine into your hands then he grips your wrists and rips them away to revel in your shattered dignity

“I dinae think the day would ever come where I’d find this about ye! Are ye that patriotic or have I swooned ye? I shoulda went in tae makin’ porn! Then at least ye’d be Diddling tae a proper braw belter!”

You groan so loudly you sound like an angsty teen on their phone. You look away, your face too hot to breath properly “Who needs recruiters when they have me! Are you tryin to tell me somethin lass?” He leans in way too fucking close making it hard to breathe.

You whine indignantly “yeah!” You choke out. His eyes brighten and it pisses you off more right now “l found that that military men are really sexy! You’re just a shit example!” You yell out.

He throws his head back in laughter. Finally you can breathe without his smothering proximity. “Awww lass! Don’t be like tha’!”

You huff and don’t meet his face

“Lassie” he calls out, still holding your wrists

“Fuck off Johnny”

“Awww don’t be like that hen. I’m sure it’s a nice way tae keep warm when the real thing isn’t there”

“Johnny I swear to god I will sell you to foreign forces for a corn chip if you don’t shut the fuck up”

“Fee a corn chip? Nae I’m sure you can bargain fer better.” He grins wider and leans back in “like…say….a night with one of their soldiers.”

“Johnny I swear to god-“ He gasps as if he suddenly got an idea “Ye really should show me some!” Your eyes shoot open in horror

“absolutely not!” You yell “ain’t no way!”

He whines and places both hands in the couch ‘wall’ behind you, encasing you. You knew he was going to try and roll persuasion. He rolls a 19 but you roll a 20 on insight and see his roguish mischievousness through those twitter-blue eyes. He lowers himself a bit and looks up at you with those big blue pupper eyes, it’s especially ethos with those bandages “Bonny-” he starts, dripping with faux sincerity

“No.”

“Lass pl-“

“I said no Johnny”

“Hen”

“I said NO Johnny! I will throw Simon at you don’t test me!”

He whines like a dog and encircles me more, trying to apply pressure.

“Princess.”

You sigh, hot faced with anger and embarrassment “what.” He grins.

“I love ye”

Though those sad puppy eyes were optimized to disintegrate your will, they were gleaming with mischief

“shut it” you shove him off to run away but he throws himself on top of you like a clingy dog and pinning you on the couch “don’t gooo, say it baack”

“Get off me!” You whine, fantasizing about locking yourself into your bed room and scream into your pillow

“Not until he tell me I’m more braw then the Bawbags ye read about!”

“Fat chance sergeant suds!” You struggle under his the immovable object that is Johnny with the unstoppable force that is your rage.

But then-lightbulb!

💡💡💡

He’s taught you many things, some of which includes how to evade capture by government agents and how to get out of being pinned. You decide to use one of the tricks he taught you. Usually it might not work on the big bad sergeant soap, but he’s sore, fresh out of the hospital, and hasn’t worked out in weeks. He’s not at full strength. You’ve got this!

“Well then yer stuck here!” He taunts and continues to make fucking fun of you “Why don’t ye write naughty fanfiction of me? I’m amazin’!”

“Oh I’ve got a naughty story for you Sergeant!”

You hook your legs around his waist, shutting him up quick. You shift your hips, buck up hard, pushing your knee against his hip. The unexpected momentum makes him yelp and it rolls him enough to loosen his hold as he instinctively tries to catch himself from falling off the couch.

“long. live. the king!”

You snake an arm free and shove his shoulder with all your Disney movie might, tossing him off the couch with a thud

You scramble to your feet as he stares in surprise “I know all your tricks Sudsy!”

“I taught ye that! Y-ye traitor!” He groans. You turn to skiddadle away.

“Honey wait!” He calls after you but nope! You’re gone! He shoots up to chase you. You slam your door and lock yourself in your bedroom to sulk, scream, punch something and pout.

“This isnae over Bonny!” He says truthfully, not only was there the other stuff to take care of but he has to read some of that! “You cannae escape me forever!”

“I just did!” You scream through your bedroom door and flop on the bed to scream.

“This is war bonny! And I don’t lose!” You can hear his laughter from the other room. He stands there, arms crossed as if waiting for you to come out. After a few beats of silence he decides to grant you a shred of mercy and leave you to your pain. He moves to drop on the couch. He still has work to do, but at least he’s sure you’re definitely innocent. Well, innocent in terms of crime. He still hasn’t read those fics.

He sees Simon and tries to pet him. Simon, however was having none of that. He was being malicious mean and scary and stares at Johnny with a sneer that could curdle dairy as if to say that crime wise his hands are not the cleanest.

He has concluded that Johnny Upset You and refuses to be pet by him till an Official Pardon has been issued by the princess herself.

He hisses grumpily like he’s saying ‘you’ve angered the queen’s envoy, human. No cuddles for you’ and enters your room to comfort you. How? Oh he’s got a dream. Lol jk. Like this:

https://youtube.com/shorts/a-MvV2Oo4cE?si=UMNuw2ndX3Oxj9uC

[rabbidbunwy]

Soap,Ghost and Price has boyfriends headcannon 🫀🫶💙

Contents: Soap/Ghost/Price x Anon!reader-couple-lovers-fluff-my intake

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

p.s:[edit] i will do a second part with Phillip Graves and Kyle "Gaz" Garrick,not soon but i will,i will never do Vladimir Makarov or other enemies of cod.

Also I was wondering why nobody liked this in hours and I woked up now wich is 7:19 am and saw it was on private mode XD

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SOAP 🧼🥺

Johnny would be a very good boyfriend. He’s cocky and cheeky, but not in the “douchebag” way. He’d tease you a lot and find any opportunity to touch you—like hugs, holding you close to him, etc. He can be kind of a dumbass sometimes, but he’s loving, protective, and he’s really really romantic. Like, he’ll pick daisies from a random field and give them to you.

He’d most definitely also be the type to “show you off” to his friends—he’d be all clingy and put his arm around you, sometimes kiss your cheek/head affectionately. He’d call you pet names like “love” and “baby” all the time and he’d tell you how pretty you are all the time.

In public, he’d constantly have his arm around you and he’d kiss your cheeks/forehead whenever he had the chance. He’d call you nicknames like “darlin” and “sweetheart” and he’d pull you into his lap if you were sitting down and he was next to you. When it comes to intimacy, he’s definitely the type to be quite intense and passionate. He loves physical affection and he’d constantly be touching you.

Overall, he’s an absolute sweetheart,he’d make sure you’re loved and taken care of. He’d be really good at cuddling/spooning with you, he’d like to hold you when he falls asleep, and when he wakes up. Sometimes, he’d “cuddle with you in a possessive manner”, like he wants to “keep you to himself”.

When you’re sick, John would be absolutely doting on you. He’d go out, get you some medicine, soup/whatever food you want, and he’d stay home with you until you felt better. He’d bring you anything you needed, like blankets, pillows, water, etc.

He’d be constantly checking on you and asking if you need anything, and if you’d be up for cuddles, he’d cuddle you all day long—even if it ends with him getting sick in turn XD.

Overall, 10/10 boyfriend material.

GHOST 👻 ☠

Ghost would be a surprisingly attentive and caring partner. He's used to being in high-pressure situations, so he's cool, collected, and fiercely loyal. He's probably not the most expressive with his feelings.He'd be fiercely protective of you, always putting your safety and well-being above his own. And when he does show affection, it's often through small, subtle gestures rather than grand romantic displays.

He might not say the words "I love you" often, but his actions would speak louder. He'd remember the little things that make you happy, and would often surprise you with thoughtful gestures or gifts. He'd also be fiercely supportive of your goals and dreams, encouraging you to reach for the stars while also being there to catch you if you fall. He's probably not the most sociable or outgoing person, but with you, he'd be willing to let his guard down and just be himself.

Despite his tough exterior, Ghost is actually a big softie at heart. He'd secretly love cuddling under a blanket and watching cheesy romantic movies with you, although he'd never admit it. He'd also be a surprisingly good cook, often making you breakfast in bed or whipping up your favorite meal after a long day. And if you ever needed someone to back you up or protect you, Ghost would be there in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

If you're sick, Ghost would be all over you like a concerned mother hen. He'd be making sure you're in bed and resting, bringing you soup and hot tea to help soothe your sore throat, and generally hovering around you like a protective shadow. He'd also be constantly checking in on you, asking how you're feeling and if there's anything you need. And if you tried to get up to do something, he'd firmly but gently push you back down and threaten to tie you to the bed if you didn't stay put.

He'd probably also try to distract you from feeling crappy by talking to you about random things, or trying to make you laugh with his-not so funny-puns. He'd be surprisingly good at it, too. He'd probably also try to pamper you, doing little things to make you comfortable like putting extra blankets on the bed, or bringing you a cold cloth to soothe your fever.

PRICE💲🗡

Price is a very attentive boyfriend. He is incredibly protective and very dominant. He will definitely not stand for anyone disrespecting you, so expect him to get very aggressive when a guy catcalls you out in public. John will not go out to parties very often and will instead prefer to stay home with you and binge watch some show instead.

John is the type of boyfriend to be very openly affectionate and protective of you, even in public. The type to stand behind you, hands on your hips and chin resting on your shoulder as he reads over your shoulder.

He is very cuddly and will not hesitate to shower you in affection. He will give you words of affirmation and praise as often as possible and will absolutely love when you say that back to him. He’s also very comfortable with you touching his body, especially when he’s tired or in deep thought. This includes stroking his hair, chest, or stomach.

He also has a tendency to call you his “princess/prince” or “good girl/boy”, mainly because he knows it makes you flustered. He’s going to have a habit of buying you something whenever you give him a “pouty” look. [let's be honest he his rich asf]

When Price finds out that you are sick, he immediately goes into “concerned dad” mode. He will not stop mother hening you, constantly fretting about your condition and asking if he can do something to help you. He’s going to be bringing you soup or juice constantly, and he’s going to be asking if you need to go to the doctor’s. If you don’t stop him, he’s going to want to stay home to take care of you and will not accept no for an answer.

And Price will not leave your side. If you go to bed, he’s going to be there right next to you until you fall asleep. He’s going to be monitoring your temperature religiously, as well as trying to give you medicine, or make sure you are drinking enough.

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[b33zlebubz]

assorted COD character headcannons

- Laswell is so bad with kids. like remarkably awkward compared to everyone else. Ghost can at least make them laugh if he doesn't scare them first. - Soap has four sisters, he's the youngest. - Gaz and Price are tied when it comes to who has had the most concussions in the group. - Ghost's sense of humor is basically those memes with all the fire, motorcycles, and skulls that say something like "born to shit forced to wipe." He doesn't take himself very seriously while also knowing that he scares most people shitless. - Soap, on the other hand, is very millennial when it comes to humor. and also HATES not being taken seriously. - Ghost is a fucking RECKLESS ASS driver but somehow never manages to wreck. also a huge car guy - Ghost fucking hates spiders. - Gaz can sleep anywhere, anytime. This makes everyone else exceptionally jealous. - Graves can't speak Spanish (obviously) his knowledge of language outside of English is a VERY touchy subject but in every other field? Dawg is lethal. - Soap strikes me as the type of guy to own a Jeep Wrangler with a handful of rubber ducks on the dash (it's very existence physically pains Ghost). There's a grim reaper duck he scribbled on to make it look like Ghost. - Laswell can outdrink every member of 141 except for Ghost. - Graves, however, can't hold his liquor for shit. He drank with the others once before the betrayal and got his shit wrecked. That won't stop him from trying again if given the chance, though. - Gaz and Ghost are both Radiohead fans. this is like the one thing they have in common other than like ,, workplace trauma. They're also both secretly huge softies but Gaz is more open about it than Ghost - Ghost likes to drop lore about himself at random, completely nonchalant. This makes everyone uncomfortable aside from Soap, who doesn't realize Ghost was only half-joking about getting hung by a meat hook, and in turn gets glared at by the others when he snickers at how quiet the room gets. - Price and Ghost both do the dad sneeze. scares everyone else into attention, sometimes - Peppered throughout Soap's journal are some of Gaz's doodles. Gaz fidgets like hell whenever he's anxious so Soap just kinda tosses him his journal and a pen to get him to fucking sit still

[wetsocksinbed]

shit people need to hear about COD:

Ghost isn’t some broken uwu boy. Infantilising assault victims is demeaning and disrespectful

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, König is extremely overrated for a character that only appears as a playable operator and not as anything in the campaign

You’re allowed to ship whoever you want, it’s a free world, but throwing a tantrum when people say they don’t ship GhostSoap or Korangi, and calling them homophobic (I’ve seen this too many times at this point) is disgusting and you’re essentially stereotyping us LGBTQ individuals as aggressive and pushy when it comes to queer ships. The characters of Ghost and Soap are canonically coded to be like brothers, and you need to stop thinking that a headcannon is the same as real cannon

Stop replacing Gaz with König, it’s giving ✨racism✨

Alex, König, Farah, Alejandro, Rudy and Horangi are not part of TF141, stop including them in it?????

König and Ghost are canonically enemies and wouldn’t have each other on speed dial just tag your fics as OOC at this point

the entirety of the Call of Duty franchise was coded for straight white “alpha male” boys who live in their mothers basements, stop acting like it’s anything more than that. You won’t find the representation you’re looking for in it and honestly with the way it’s headed at the moment, I don’t think you ever will

we can tell if you’ve never played the games based on how you write the fics. You don’t have to be a game fan or player, but at least do your research on the characters you’re writing about before you hit “post”

Makarov and Graves are terrible people and shouldn’t be idolised. Before you tag me with your “let people do what they want” let me remind you that Graves is canonically racist. @mockerycrow made a good post about why Makarov is a shit person and I recommend you read it

All of the characters have their flaws. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, they all have done bad things. Price is known to commit war crimes if it means getting the mission done

König having social anxiety doesn’t mean he’s a broken husk. You can function completely fine with the disorder if you can find a way to distance yourself from who you are as a person. Say, like, constantly wearing a mask? I promise you that the Austrian soldier wouldn’t be a sobbing mess because he got looked at funny

Also, he is only obsessed over because of his mask and the weird obsession people on this app have with infantilising people with trauma and mental illnesses (see first paragraph regarding Ghost)

The way some of the fans obsess over the actors is uncomfortable and genuinely creepy. It’s like this generation thinks that anything behind a screen isn’t real and can’t feel anything. They’re people who act. They’re not the characters you play.

feel free to add more to this, I’m tired and sick and wanted to rant

notes:

don’t attack me with the “yeah but not me” shit. Obviously I don’t mean everyone.

this doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the games the way you want, it just means don’t fucking police it and gatekeep it and expect everyone to accept your interpretation of it

[writersdrug]

hehe hi! anon here! didn’t know what you wanted in terms of request but 😭 how about like a comfort request? i’ve just had a pretty bad academic related experience, so maybe head-canons of any character of your choosing for comfort?

Ooooh I like this a lottt.... of course I'll be using the CoD boys, but I might throw some random ones in here too, be prepared lol. Thanks for the request!!!

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE OMGGGGG

CoD 141 Headcannons: Comforting You through a Rough Academic Period

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

He wasn't really the academic type, so he couldn't entirely understand why you let yourself agonize so much over your studies.

But he respected the fact that you were working so hard to achieve your goals. Something he never got to do often for himself, since most of his job was just following orders.

He would sit there and watch as you sat, neck stuck out towards your computer and your back hunched. He'd sigh, moving behind you to roll out your back, wincing as it popped.

"Christ, love - get up and walk around for a second, yeah?"

"I'm almost done with this module, just let m-"

"Up. Now." He'd order you to move, but would drag you out of your seat whether you started to move or not. "You'll get stuck if you sit like that for too long, looking like an old man."

"Like you?"

"Oi!!"

Simon would practice your flashcards with you, although he wouldn't be very helpful. He'd just shake his head when you got the answer wrong, not bothering to help you find it.

"... is it the femur?"

"No."

"... the tibia?"

"Nope. Try again."

"Can I get a hint?"

"No."

"..."

He knew to NOT distract you when you were on a roll. He can manage keeping himself busy while you studied, doing his own work or helping with chores around the apartment.

He knew, from experience, how easy it was to forget to take care of yourself - so he did it for you. He brought you water every time you emptied your cup. He would bring you snacks periodically, or he would cook a meal for the both of you. He'd sit and eat with you, not making any conversation so he doesn't distract you.

"Anything you need, love, just tell me."

If he caught you getting distracted, whether you would glaze over what you were reading, or your conversation with him would go just a bit too long, he would redirect you back to your work.

"Finish that bit and then take a break with me."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish:

He hated the fact that all of your time was being consumed by something other than him. When he would walk out of your bedroom first thing in the morning and see you bent over the table with your laptop and notebook, he would groan internally. He'd rather you be be bent over the table for him.

But he remembered how often you waited for him while he was deployed, so he patiently waited for you.

Well, as patient as he possibly could be.

After about three hours, you'd be the one lecturing him, telling him to go watch tv or go out and do something so you could finish. Every now and then, he'd only agree to leaving you alone if you would promise to go out to dinner with him, whether it was casual or fancy. After agreeing - and several kisses for convincing - he'd let you be.

"Wear your favorite jeans, ok?" he'd say.

"You mean your favorite jeans?"

"... yeah." he'd smile ear-to-ear.

He would stand behind you, his head resting on top of yours, his hands gently massaging your shoulders as he read along to the biochemistry textbook you had on your screen.

"Shite, hen, you studying to be a fucking wizard? What is all that keech?"

He'd constantly throw passive-aggressive praises at you, saying how you're so strong for sticking with your studies, and how he would have given up after looking at the first page.

"You gonna remember me when you're up there with the brainy blokes?"

"Of course I will, you're helping me pay for this."

"For feck's sake, I forgot 'bout that."

More than once, when you dropped your head down in frustration, he would walk over and hold it back up towards the screen.

If you studied in your bed or on the couch, he would sometimes lay with his head in your lap, wrapping his arms around your thighs with a tired pout on his lips.

"Hold me when you're finished with that, yeah?"

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

He admired your determination to get your degree - he felt a sense of pride every time he saw you studying, especially on the days where it was particularly hard for you.

He was your #1 supporter, constantly encouraging you, praising you, and helping you see what your working towards. He'd be carrying you through the lows of your emotions, making sure you didn't feel hopeless.

"Of course you got this, babe, you're so fucking smart!"

While you were reading the module in the textbook, he'd be looking up videos on his phone about the subject, watching it on the lowest volume so as not to disturb you.

He'll sit on the floor with you, your notes strewn everywhere, listening to you talk about the subject you're working on. He'd do his best to engage in conversation with you about it, hoping that it helps you retain the information better.

Truth be told, he doesn't know much about the subject, but he's just happy to help. He'd let you vent about your current frustrations.

"It says that this piece is in 3-4..." you'd mumble.

"Yeah?" he'd reply, not sure where you were looking at on the page in front of you, but doing his best to follow along.

"... and that this one is in 4-4 too, but each note is made up of triplets."

"Triplets?!"

"Yes! And THIS one is 2-4, ALSO with triplets!! They all sound the same!!"

"How the fuck are they different?!"

"You tell me!!"

You knew he wasn't sure what you were talking about, but that he knew what you needed - a shoulder. And he always provided you with that, no matter what kind of day he'd had.

He'd encourage you with snacks, going through your flashcards with you and tossing you a pretzel every time you got one right.

"Tchaikovsky's 'Swan Lake' starts off in a blank chord."

"Melancholic?"

"Close, but try again. Think simpler."

"... minor?"

"There you go." he'd toss you a pretzel from across the couch.

Captain John Price:

Mans goes full dad-mode when helping you study.

He has a week away from missions? You'd best believe he's spending it at the dinner table with you. He'd work on his own things, sitting next to you, while you study.

He had a no-phone rule at the table while you worked. At first you whined and fidgeted with your hands, itching to check your phone for any form of distraction. Eventually, you gave up, diving into your studies as Price smiled smugly.

Like Simon, he'd be bringing you snacks and water throughout the day. Lots of shoulder massages, scalp massages, and stretch breaks (he'd try to participate, until he'd strain his back too much).

If he notices you struggling, evident in the way you scowl and grip your hair near the scalp, he'd sit right beside you and try to help you understand the material.

Unless it was math. He couldn't stand math.

"What's that?"

"That's mu."

"Come again?"

"It's a Greek letter, it represents the population mean."

"English, love."

"N-no, it's Greek!"

"Huh?!"

"Never mind, John, I got it from here." You'd kiss his cheek, thankful for the moment of amusement he'd provided. He'd continue staring at the screen, grumbling about how ridiculous math had become over the years.

For at least one of your breaks, he'd insist on taking you for a walk. You'd stroll around the neighborhood, basking in the chilly Autumn air mixed with Price's warm arm around yours. As hard as it was for him to drag you out of the house, you were thankful for his stubbornness to get you moving. The pace of the walk and the sound of the atmosphere around you helped clear your head of any frustration and brain fog. You'd close your eyes and lean your head against Price's shoulder, trusting him to take the lead.

A day spent studying was rewarded with an hour or two either in front of the tv, lying in Price's embrace, or the two of you just sitting on the cough together, having a conversation free of your school subjects. Most of the time, you'd fall asleep before him, and he'd let you lie there for a minute before he'd carry you to bed.

"Try not to work yourself too hard, love. Y' need to be strong for me tomorrow."

[randomderp]

I can't decide who would give the best hugs of really anyone in CoD.

In a perfect world, Price would probably give big hard bear hugs. But realistically, he is a very blunt man and would not give me a hug.

Gaz, I think, would give a good hug? But he might be a bit awkward over it. Not used to physical touch.

Alex would give a good, hard, hug. Probably would be the most likely to actually give a hug, so his hug experience would be half decent compared to others :P

Laswell, I don't see why she wouldn't accept a hug (aside from random or weird situations-), but I'm also unsure, to be honest. Either way, I think she would give a solid, firm hug.

The Wolf, I don't think, would give a good hug. I'll get a side squish at most, if at all-

The Butcher has a kid and a wife that he loves. He would give good ass hugs. However, the chances of successfully getting a hug from him are next to null.

I haven't seen the other in Canon media yet, so mostly based on headcannon or tumblr- but:

Ghost, I highly doubt would even consider a hug. I don't think he would enjoy much physical touch, especially considering what I know about his childhood. If I did manage to get a hug out of him, it's gonna be more of an awkward side pat or him telling me to get the hell off him.

Soap? I can't decide if he would be the type to over exaggerated a hug, nuzzles and everything, or make fun of me for daring to ask for physical affection. Probably a mixure of both.

Konig I would imagine would give very comforting hugs due to his size alone, but would I be able to get a hug from him?... Probably not- His size would make up for it, but he would also probably be very stiff and awkward about it.

[oldrainfall]

CW: None, just snippets of fluff plot bunnies, not a fic

Been working on characterization in my brain for the 141, and I’m once again, not normal™️ about it. :]

This is a long one folks. Like, super super long— might want to grab a snack/beverage first sort of long.

Please feel free to ask me to clarify anything, or chime in with your own thoughts/headcannons (HCs).

(I promise I don’t bite :> )

I am always looking to flesh out my understanding of the boys, and love adding little quirks and HCs about them much like a penguin that keeps on collecting rocks.

Love languages are a cheat sheet for me.

When you can pin down roundabouts what sort of affection would be most meaningful for a character, it helps you easily move on from there howabouts they’d act when in a romantic relationship (of course how the relationship between them beforehand matters a lot too in regards to the dynamic, but in the case of multi-shipping, or an x reader or what have you, it’s good to have some basic guidelines for how that character would behave).

In case you want to skip my mildly unhinged breakdown of the boys, here’s how I think they’d show affection, in brief. (Well, that and what ways they’d most appreciate receiving it.)

Starting with my favourite, and therefore the most easy for me to pin down, Soap.

Soap — Physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, and to a much lesser extent, quality time.

Ghost — Acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation (regular and a sort of modified version, I’ll explain later), and receiving gifts.

Price — Quality time, acts of service/receiving gifts, and to a lesser extent physical touch.

Gaz — Words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time, and acts of service.

Each section is broken up by a lil’ header— so feel free to skip around (though I do recommend reading Soap's before Gaz's, and Ghost's before Price's).

(Apologies in advance for any spelling errors. English is my first language, and I am not great at it... Probably didn't help that I literally wrote parts of this with my eyes closed because I was falling asleep while typing on my phone.)

Please enjoy. :>

Preamble/general writing advice/background for this/what-have-you

(Note: You can just scroll down to the next coloured text if you'd like to just jump right into the point of this post)

Okay so— keep in mind when you’re trying to figure out what your blorbos' (OCs, COD characters, self-insert, etc) love languages are, that their backstory, and how they act with other characters is a really good tell for they’d act in a romantic relationship. (Because showing affection to friends/loved ones/what-have-you is still them showing affection and usually transfers over to romantic relationship as well.)

Of course, you can run off of vibes if you want, no shade, I love that you feel so strongly for the characters you can just be like, ‘this applies to you now,’

I just personally like having lil’ guidelines, as it helps me keep my writing more consistent, and can help me better understand characters because to even make them I have to pick apart their brains.

Just keep in mind most people have more than one love language, often having a bit of a mix and match of what they like best. Applying this to your characters too can help make them feel more three dimensional.

(For example, I personally rather like all aspects of the love languages, and am fairly well rounded in that regard, though words of affirmation is a personal favourite, followed closely by gift giving.

Understanding how you yourself give/prefer to receive affection also helps you have a better grasp on how to apply them to your characters/characterizations.)

Now, before I explain my HCs for the boys, please keep in mind that I’m working with my understanding of the characters— which is a bit of a mishmash. I’m working with what I’ve gathered from the reboots when I played them, chunks I’ve bitten out of the wiki, fics I’ve read, and in the case of Soap & Ghost, but especially Ghost, things I’ve ripped from their backstories from the original games/media. (Namely the six comics for Ghost. I’ve only read them the once, so my understanding might be a bit spotty, but it should suffice for this I think.)

✨The Point✨

All of them would love acts of service, even Ghost and Price who would without a doubt huff and puff about someone doing something for their sake, though despite their fussing, they’d spend weeks afterwards thinking about it and doing their best to make it up to them (which could very easily escalate into an endless loop of each party trying to take care of the other).

They’re soldiers incredibly used to taking care of and doing things for themselves, of being strong and carrying everything on their shoulders without relying on anyone else.

Having someone put them first for once — when they’re so used to the mission being first, or putting the team before themself — means more to them then they could probably ever put into words, but damn it if they don’t do their best to give as good as they get. I’ll go more in depth about it for Ghost’s section (as it's applicable to him the most) but just keep in mind that doing something thoughtful for any of the 141 would make them melt (at least a little).

Originally I was going to put this as one long mega post but I ended up writing so much that I feel like it works better in easier to digest sections. So.

Soap's section. — Is here

Ghost's Section. — Is here

Price's Section. — Is here

Gaz's Section. — Is here

Bby's first multi-link post, love that for me.

But also, dear god this got away from me.

This took me forever to do up.

It was just supposed to be a silly little break down.

I started this yesterday morning, and kept working on it instead of doing things i probably should've been doing.

Uhhhh. Hope you enjoyed this anyway though.

... Should I do a follow up nsfw ver?

I'm kinda thinking about it; but I also have like, actual oneshots I could be workin' on too, y'know? Kinda wanna take a lil' break from this and keep on with those, I have a poly!retired!hybrid!141 x hybrid!reader farm life au I've been picking away at, a poly!141 x reader oneshot with Soap in a kilt, and a short (by my standards) fluff Soap x Reader thing

We'll just have to see what I get possessed by next I guess, lmao

Also, feel free to request anything from this to become a full-fledged oneshot, if you'd like

Have a good day/evening/night y'all :>

... Do I have enough content to justify making a masterlist now, or..?

Edit: I did it anyway

✨My Masterlist✨

[cod-blurbios]

My COD queer headcannons (MDNI contains sexual topics)

Price

Gender: AMAB man

Orientation: Aroflux + allosexual

Libido: Low drive

Relations: Nik (dating on the down low) Gaz (father son bonding)

Gaz

Gender: AMAB man

Orientation: Bisexual + alloromantic

Libido: Medium

Relations: Price (father figure) Soap (bros b4 hoes)

Soap

Gender: AMAB man

Orientation: Gay (allosexual + alloromantic)

Libido: Medium-High

Relations: Ghost (Alterious attraction) Gaz (bros)

Ghost

Gender: Unknown

Orientation: Aroace (sex + romance averse)

Libido: low

Relations: Soap (more than comrades, but refuses to let himself process such a stupid idea, will not get attached again)

09 Ghost

Gender: AMAB (rejects gender, only holds to his own biology)

Orientation: Aromantic Apothisexual (from trauma)

Libido: Low-nothing

Relations: Captain Mactavish (alterious attraction, his reason to live)

09 Captain Mactavish

Gender: AMAB man

Orientation: Masc-favorable biromantic greyasexual

Libido: Low

Relations: Simon (unique bond, alterious attraction)

Nik

Gender: AMAB man

Orientation: Gay Aceflux Alloromantic

Libido: ???

Relations: Price (dating)

Laswell

Gender: AFAB woman

Orientation: Lesbian (canon)

Libido: ???

Relations: Wife (loves dearly)

Makarov

Gender: AMAB man

Orientation: Aegosexual Achillean

Libido: Medium-High

Relations: Yuri (bros; definitely laying in bed together with Makarov’s crazy sociopathic complaints)

Graves

Gender: AMAB man

Orientation: AroAce (funky. ‘Oh brother I don’t swing that way’ when people try to ask him out on a date)

Libido: Low-none

Relations: Shadows (his children atp)

Valeria

Gender: AFAB woman

Orientation: Aromantic Bisexual (but flirts rather for manipulation than for closeness)

Libido: Medium (sex is there, she has work to do though)

Relations: Many not-to-be-named interests

Alejandro

Gender: AMAB man

Orientation: ???

Libido: Medium

Relations: Rudy (questioning deeper feelings)

Rodolfo

Gender: A?AB libramasc

Orientation: ???

Libido: Low

Relations: Alejandro (mutual understanding of closeness and intimacy)