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Take the time you need. Truthfully, you don’t owe us anything.

Mental health should be your priority <3

i love u pookie thank u sm baby

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Take care of yourself! No job is worth your mental health and you have all of our support xxx

i love u guys so much 🥹🤍

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bby you all good?

completely transparently i’ve never been worse i’m so sorry to let y’all down i just had to step back for a bit. my job is extremely taxing and sometimes my mental health just completely plummets (not to mention my cycle. not helping things) so i needed some time to regroup. thank u all for all the check ins 🤍

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thinking about fucking your lieutenant but now he won't leave you alone. (18+)

you thought he'd want to keep it a secret. ghost is the most quiet, secretive, mysterious man you know. he won't even eat in the same room as you to avoid showing you any part of his face.

you don't really know why it happened. you suppose, at the end of the day, ghost is just the kind of man you always gravitate towards—off-putting, angry, sarcastically nasty with the thickest thighs and an eager tongue. he's big all-over, and that might just be your weakness. big hands, pudgy stomach, long legs, perfect cock—the kind that stretches your insides and makes your tummy feel full.

ghost is mean, though. he doesn't play favorites. you've seen others try to get on his good side, try to kiss his ass, but he has none of it. he doesn't give anyone special treatment, and you don't expect it from him now. you don't expect him to even acknowledge you. you let him come inside of you, but that doesn't mean he won't make you run laps or drop and give him an agonizing amount of push-ups.

when you leave his room, you keep your mouth shut. you expect nothing but his back.

color you surprised when a whole group of people stop talking while you're sitting with them. your head in your hands, coffee cooling in front of you, and suddenly the lively table is clearing their throats and looking anywhere but up. when you turn your head, ghost is standing there, staring at you like a hungry animal.

he makes you stay behind after drills. corners you into closets, shoves you behind walls. you're so swept up in the butterflies as he hoists you up against the wall that you don't remember which round it is that day—can't get enough o'me, can ya?

but you don't expect the display. you're running through your demolitions training, soap at your side, and when you manage to untangle the wires and solder a few pieces together successfully, you were not expecting the heat at your back coming to praise you. the grip on your neck, the pull on you until your head snaps back, and then the hard kiss through the mask.

the most embarrassing part is soap who just grins like he expected it. like he knows a secret about you that you didn't even know yourself. when ghost pulls back, dark eyes lidded and heavy, you nearly fall through the floor when he kisses his teeth under the mask and mumbles the most diabolical, "tha's a good girl, int'she, johnny?"

ghost doesn't want to keep it quiet. ghost doesn't want to keep you a secret. in fact, ghost grabs your ass right in front of his captain, thick gloved hand in the back pocket of your cargoes that squeezes so hard, you squeak audibly in the mess hall line.

it makes other soldiers angry—so she gets special treatment cause she opened her fucking legs? it makes others jealous—why is she the only one that gets to have a piece? it makes a small number morbidly curious—what does she have that's good enough to come back for?

it doesn't matter what they say. it doesn't matter what they think. it doesn't matter if they hate you or want to be you or want to kill you. lieutenant simon "ghost" riley has all but claimed you, and that means no one puts a hand on you unless they want to lose it.

"why me?"

it's a simple question, but why is it so difficult?

you have such sad eyes. all wet, lips trembling. you're frustrated. did ghost know the implications of being less than discreet? did he know how people would treat you when they knew you let your lieutenant into your bed and kept him there? did he realize that parading you around like this would only make things worse?

"no one looks at me," ghost says. he says it with his face against the line of your jaw. he says it with his cock still inside of you, cum leaking down your thighs as he pulls out just to fuck himself back in to keep it there.

but you do, is what he doesn't say, and you know it, and it makes the butterflies turn into an ache, one that slips around your heart and tugs it low.

it makes you feel new again. it feels good.

so when a private with too much ego spits at your feet, you don't flinch—"i don't take orders from ghost's bitch."

he brushes a thumb across your cheek, touching where the bruising is starting to bloom. skeleton glove tracing a line down your face, over the split in your lip, over the bleeding cut across your brow.

"you give it back?" ghost asks. he leans down, crowding your space, forehead nearly against yours. you nod, lifting your hand, putting a hand on his wrist as he rubs his thumb across your bottom lip. "he broken?"

"fought a little dirty," you mumble, blinking up at him. you remember the look on the guy's face when the metal folding chair came flying towards his face. "but he had a mouth on him."

"'n 'ow is he now?"

"eating through a straw, sir."

ghost nearly purrs. it must take an enormous amount of self-discipline for him not to force you to bend over—he's done it for less, in more public places, but he's looking at you now, and you wonder if he loves you.

you wonder if he's capable of that.

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empty my beloved. I am shaking your hand and giving you a gentle smooch on the knuckles. I love all of your writing (the drunk dog tags w simon HAUNTS ME). I was drawn to the ask box to say I see your "take a pound of your flesh before you take a piece of my paystub" and "I'll be watching for your enemies" from "so you can listen..." AND my personal favourite "something is lifting the bones". spectacular. cheers. 😗 MWAH

GAHHHHH i love you !!!! absolutely have a habit of filtering some ST lines into pretty much every piece. brings me immense joy when y’all catch them heheheh 🤭🤭

i’m giving u kisses back. thank u darling

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john price pulling his rusted chevy over to the side of the road just to fuck you in the back of it bc you keep giving him that cute lil smile in that devious lil sundress and there’s only so much he can take

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CoD fandom is always creating drama over literally nothing. You made a mistake and fixed it when someone informed you and that should honestly be the end of the story.

This fandom’s obsession with vague-posting about other authors and sending these silly anons is frankly unacceptable considering most of us are adults.

exactly like it’s absolutely wild the amount of vague posting that happens in this fandom like why are we so upset about what another person wants to write about a character that isn’t fucking real 😭 this fandom is compromised of literal interpretations of the mind bro. they can’t tell us what they would and wouldn’t do because they are pixels on a goddamn screen.

also i’m sorry i’m absolutely going through it in life rn which is why ive been mia so im just like… irked. thank you for this anon giving u all the smooches 🤍

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I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! You're so talented and just your writing style gives me chills <33 You are super amazing

thank u so much this means the world to me!!!!😭🤍

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Something is dancing in revelry

wider than oceans below taller than titans on box springs 🤭

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Hello bestie just checking in to see if you are alive!

hey babe !!! i’m alive just had to reconnect with nature this weekend honestly lol. life is testing me but we good 🤍🤍 hope you’re well xoxx

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ALRIGHT I have got my laptop fixed so I will be back to full length fics with half decent format once again :)))))

It’s a great day happy Thursday all 🤍

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TASK FORCE 141 HEADCANONS

how your fwb would react to you sending a riskay pic and saying “do you like my necklace?:)”

reader afab. 18+. featuring: gaz, price, soap, simon.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

the moment he opens it, everything stops.

he’s standing in line for coffee - full daylight, in public, and you’ve just casually sent him something that looks like it belongs behind a goddamn password wall, captioned by an innocent little sentence: “new necklace, you like?:)”

he stares. squints. lowers the brightness on his phone like that’ll help.

then the corner of his mouth curves.

he calls you - you don’t pick up. then you get a text five minutes later, presumably after he’s removed himself from the general public’s vicinity.

“you are SO full of shit.”

you giggle like an absolute idiot and type back: “huh?”

he responds two seconds later.

“you send me the hottest photo I’ve ever seen in my life and ask about the fucking jewelry? that’s cold and you know it.”

the way he’s so riled up is exactly the type of reaction you were looking for. it only fuels you to keep going: “kyle. i just wanted to know what you thought of my necklace..”

“you want compliments? okay. the necklace’s nice. but the tits? phenomenal. stupidly good. brain-breaking.”

you don’t reply, too busy dying inside. a few mins pass before he sends you a final message:

“tell me when you’re free, no excuses. i’m making you repeat that pose.” followed up by: “but this time with your hands tied.”

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

john price is a simple man.

it shows in the way he texts. he’s usually blunt, direct, rarely more than a few words when needed. he says it’s the most efficient way to get a point across.

but you, however, have a point of your own. and today, it arrives in the form of a photo:

you. on your back in the midst of golden hour. nothing on. legs spread just enough with a thin little chain catching the light where it rests against your chest.

no caption needed, but you send one anyway. because you know better than anyone that the best way to get a rise out of john price is premeditated bratting with intent.

“like my necklace, sir? :)”

the moment he opens it, he hears you loud and clear. doesn’t reply for twenty minutes and you just smile like an idiot for it because you know what his silence is saying.

then, your phone dings.

“yes.”

you barely process it before another bubble pops up.

“reckon ill like it more when it’s dangling over my face while you’re riding me.”

you think that’s the end. that he’s made his point. but then he sends one final, simply devastating message.

“keep the door unlocked. i’m getting you pregnant tonight.”

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

you’re bored. haven’t seen johnny in a few days, and it’s starting to show - both of you restless, every conversation getting riskier. the tension’s thick - always is with him.

so naturally…you make it worse.

you send him the pic in the middle of the day.

he’s just finished a run, shirt stuck to his chest, breath still shallow, sweat dripping down his neck.

he glances at his phone and gets bloody flashbanged by your audacity.

full tits. bare skin. soft and smug and innocent-eyed wearing nothing but a delicate little gold chain, with the message below it reading: “like my necklace? :)”

you get four voice notes. immediately.

0:05 - “jesus christ-“

0:11 - “lass- fuck - ye cannae do that tae me in public. i almost walked into traffic - fucken hell-“

0:22 - “you’re sitten there looken’ like tha, asken about a fucken necklace? what necklace? i didnae see shite - i had tae go back and zoom in an nae ive go’ a problem. ive gone full blackout-“

there’s a brief lapse, a minute, maybe less. then:

0:07 - “yeah. nah. we’re fighten. i’m showen up, and you’re no walken right for a week.”

then he follows it up with a single text message, and makes your entire year.

“you do look beautiful by the way. can’t wait to rip that fucking thing off with my teeth.”

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

you know he’s deployed. you know he’s half a world away. you know it’s the middle of the night for him and you know damn well he’s been running back-to-back missions with no sleep.

you also know he hasn’t touched you in twelve days. hasn’t even seen you.

that’s exactly why you do it.

you wait until you know he’ll be checking in - brief comms window, satellite delay, whatever he can spare - and you send it:

a photo. close-up. bedroom light. completely bare, the thin gold chain you’re showing off just barely visible as it disappears down your chest and out of frame.

caption: “new necklace :)”

then, five minutes later, when he still hasn’t replied, you make it worse:

“been thinking about how frustrated you must be. poor thing.”

and then, to end your own life, you send one more:

“you’d cry if you saw what i just did with my fingers.”

the radio silence is so loud it’s deafening. you get no reply. no acknowledgment. nothing for hours. this doesn’t surprise you - simon riley is not a man to be teased. doesn’t matter where he is, what he’s doing, if he’s provoked in any way - he will be making good on it.

you wake up the next morning to a notification that he’s reacted to the picture with a heart, and a message - a text that makes your stomach drop and your thighs clench at the same time.

“you’re not going anywhere for three days when i get back. pack what you need. you won’t be walking when i’m done with you.”

then another, sealing your fate.

“be home tomorrow. next time you tease me mid-op, you better pray the enemy gets to me before i get to you.”

a/n: hope y’all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed making it. they’re all filth.

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firm believer that simon riley gets meaner when he’s high. not giggly or mellow but dangerous. predatory. some additional layer of his six sense kicks in and now he’s hyper fucking aware of everything he blocks out on a daily to keep his sanity intact and that says alot because the motherfucker is as perceptive as it gets. i think he gets looser with his hands and hungrier with his mouth. tongue like a feather so he talks more - which is why he prefers to smoke alone.

the reservation he maintains on a daily to be as quiet as he is dissipates and he’s just blatantly upfront. about everything. he won’t subject anyone to that.

but then, unfortunately, there’s you.

simon’s been training you for weeks, so naturally you’ve started to become more like him in every way. you’re sharper, stronger, and your eyes never stop moving. you’re the only one that picks up on the fact that simon riley disappears every single night just before midnight and doesn’t come back for a solid hour. not even price knows where the fuck he goes.

and so it turns into a game. you try to find a way to figure out where he’s going without him noticing but for as good as he’s trained you to be he will always be 10 steps ahead. when you finally do catch him, little do you know he let you. only because he thinks it’s time you find out what happens to cats who are just a little too curious.

yet another lesson he has to teach you, he supposes, as he watches those glazed eyes of yours roll back behind the shed that he smokes at every night.

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https://www.tumblr.com/tobeholyistobeempty/789088839079804928/in-regards-to-your-superman-post-yes-yes-yes

no literally he’s just so HUGE i want him to put me in a headlock with those massive biceps and don’t even start me on the voice change… UGHHHH (this is the same anon btw 😭)

PLEAASEEEEEEE the voice change and visceral fury when he was asking about the dog … i ain’t gonna spoil anything for anyone but PHEWWWW ‼️‼️‼️

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it is honestly amazing how much of writing and editing is just. logistics. like... do i use a name here or a pronoun? if i move this dialogue tag to the middle of this line and break it in half, does the end of the line hit harder that way? what if i move the tag to the front? what if i remove it entirely? ...wait, whose point of view am i in; can i reasonably say this character is appalled, or must i say they look or seem or sound appalled? is this a deliberate action or a step-removed one; is her hand closing on his shoulder, or is she closing her hand on his shoulder? environment environment environment, we need to break all this dialogue up with some narration, the scene is coming untethered. what! are! they doing! with! the rest of their bodies that are not hands! fuck fuck fuck FUCK i forgot we covered this two chapters ago and now i either need to cut this whole chunk or find a reason to reprise the conversation from earlier. name or pronoun? name or pronoun? name or pronoun? move this clause around in this sentence? oh i'll add this phrase-- nope, never mind, past!me added the same phrase two lines down. okay, if i add too much environmental narration it's going to take away from this bit, but not enough and it won't feel grounded. what if i move this to its own line? where the FUCK are their hands?

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good morning all and an extra good morning to that anon who is so fucking feral for price in my asks rn. you know who you are

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