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Statue

Gaz: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me? Male!Reader: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it. Gaz: Three of us saw it, Male!Reader. How do you explain that? Male!Reader: *points at Soap* Sleep deprivation. *points at Ghost* Paranoia. *points at Rudy* Delusional personality disorder.

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Hello! Love ur fics sm btw!!

Idk if your taking requests but may you please write a male! Reader x any cod boi angsty smut. Like it’s an interrogation scene but the m/reader is being non- cooperative and a brat then the boys finally have enough then.. yk…

All good if you can’t though🫶🏾

Getting Answers the Hard Way (smut)

2,000+ words...

Wow...

Um... I shocked myself with how fast I wrote this but I hope it's to your liking @silly-little-grot !

I did also mention one of my OC's within it if you don't mind...

WARNING: There are mentions of blood, scars, but it's mostly mild

I hope you enjoy!

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Y/n wasn't pissed when he got caught by the 141, but he had no intentions on letting them get any information out of him. 

They didn't plan on treating him nice when they wanted information either, so he opted to stay silent the entire time. 

Of course, this led to him getting plummeted by the man with the skull mask but Y/n didn't even bother flinching at the pain. He stared at the man deep in the eyes and just smiled. The man just glared at him angrily and sighed before leaving the room. 

Y/n hardly registered where his knife had pierced through his skin but barely paid attention to it as he wondered who they would send in next.

The masked man was the third of the four to come into the place they were holding Y/n, not that he was concerned but eventually he would have to get out of here and report back to his own superiors...soon.

While lost in his own thoughts, Y/n didn't hear the door open again as the black male stepped into the room.

"I'm surprised Ghost didn't crack you… He usually scares the shit out of anyone" he chuckled out, finally gaining Y/n's attention as he whipped his head up to look at the man standing before him.

Y/n stared at him with blank eyes before letting his own eyes scan over the man's features. Y/n couldn't help but smile at the attractive snack in front of him. 

The thin little hips were making him go wild, those sharp beautiful browns gazed into his very soul, the perfect height, and his voice… Damn he wanted to rail the very being out of the young Brit. 

The male stared at him in confusion before sighing and walking up to him and pulling Y/n by his collar harshly to look at him.

"You have information that we need. No point to keep it to yourself..." he growled out while pressing deep into the bullet wound in his thigh making Y/n smile even more at his eagerness as the pain spread through his body like a wildfire. 

It was cute to watch him, honestly. So why not toy with him a bit more?

"I didn't know the 141 kept such beauties around..." a knife was now going through the same thigh he had gotten shot in but he continued to ignore it as he watched the black male look at him, a much more pissed expression now painting his face.

"I don't think to realize just how fucked you are... so I suggest you either cooperate or we'll have to do things the hard way," he pulled his hair back this time, hard as Y/n just laughed at him.

"Oh don't worry, I'm already halfway there... in the meantime, why don't you tell me your name, cutie?"

The hit to the ribs made him cough up blood, but he still smiled up at the man.

Y/n really did want to know his name, he was damn near gorgeous to look at.

"You're disgusting...you know that?"

Y/n laughed more as he coughed up even more blood than before.

"Well it's hard to not be when I got a beautiful specimen standing in front of me... and I know you want me-"

The punch to his jaw was definitely going to sting for some time but Y/n didn't mind... the beauty in front of him could do whatever he liked as far as he was concerned.

The male walked out the room angry, slamming the door as he stormed out to his team.

"Any progress, Gaz?" Soap asked him.

"He spoke...but he's weird. It's like he doesn't even register pain-"

"HE SPOKE?! Not even Ghost could make him talk, mate!" The Scottish man said in surprise.

"Yeah, but he keeps calling me a beauty and everything... Are you sure he never said to the rest of you?"

"Nope, you're the first... Oh, we also got a name now for him... Y/n."

Gaz sighed and nodded before making his way back into where they were holding... Y/n.

The man looked the same as he left him, bloody and beaten but still smiling up at him.

"Hey, Beautiful... Miss me?"

Gaz was going to be honest, Y/n still looked too damn good considering the amount of scars and bruises they had left on him... it was partially unfair in his opinion.

"Shut up, Y/n..."

"Likewise, Gaz..." Y/n responded.

Gaz wasn't even mad that the man knew his codename, before grabbing his collar and kissing him fully on the lips.

Y/n looked surprised but continued fucking smiling at him regardless.

Gaz let himself get seated in the man's lap, and damn could he feel Y/n's member, as he continued to kiss him before groaning at not being able to get the man's shirt off.

"You're gonna have to let me out of these, Beautiful..." he shook his chains to make his point.

Gaz was going to say no, but at this point his mind was made up as he unlocked the chains they had put on Y/n's wrist.

With his wrist no longer chained, Y/n took Gaz into his arms and pulled him closer by his waist as his tongue breached Gaz's mouth.

The Sergeant cried against his mouth he felt the man squeeze his ass painfully as he tugged him even closer to his body.

Gaz quickly stripped himself of his gear, still keeping his gun and knife near, and doing the same with Y/n.

Surprisingly, Y/n was gentle with him, but Gaz didn't let his guard down despite the vast amount of pleasure he got from the man.

"You're tense, Beautiful... what makes you think I'd hurt you?"

"You're 2 times my size for one, now stop talking and fuck me," Gaz growled out again as he pulled Y/n into a deeper kiss this time.

Y/n was quick to listen as he quickly stripped Gaz himself and began to kiss down his chocolate skin slowly. Gaz let out soft moans as Y/n worked his way down his chest sinfully, looking up at Gaz each time making him turn away from his gaze and blush furiously.

As Gaz grasped and moaned from Y/n's skillful tongue, he finally managed to get a sentence out.

"Y-Y/n...fuck...eat me out n-now," he whined before turning onto his stomach and presenting his ass to their enemy.

Y/n watched in awe before picking Gaz up and laying him on the table so he could see his face.

"We are not fucking on the floor, Beautiful... You deserve better than that" Y/n said as he dropped to his knees and pulled Gaz to the edge of the table before lifting his legs up and letting his tongue swipe at the Sergeant delicious hole.

Gaz jumped at he cold and slimy feeling run over his hole before grabbing Y/n's head and pulling him closer. The man's tongue danced around his insides wildly as he ate out Gaz's sweet hole. It got even better when Y/n added in a finger to stretch him even more.

Gaz had to cover his mouth to hide his screams from the others as their prisoner rimmed him all too well.

He hated how good Y/n's tongue felt inside him, he hated how hot Y/n was, he hated his voice, his eyes, his everything. He hated how much he was enjoying this.

Gaz was sure one of the soldiers had already saw or heard them but would rather worry about it later, especially when Y/n stood up after loosening his hole more than ever.

Gaz hardly had enough energy to even lift himself up to look at Y/n before feeling something press against his hole.

The Sergeant shivered as he felt Y/n run his member over his hole even more, watching some of the pre-cum run down it as well.

It was menacing to even look at when Gaz saw it.

"You got any lube, Beautiful? I can't exactly go in raw..."

"G-Go find it yourself," Y/n stared at him still and he sighed, "first pocket on my vest..."

"Well aren't you naughty... I can only wonder who you'd keep this around for..."

Gaz only scoffed as he thought of a certain Leopardian-Arachnian that he knew as Y/n walked back over to him.

He squirted some back onto his hand before rubbing some on his dick before aligning himself with Gaz's hole.

Without warning, Y/n pushed in and waited while Gaz got use to his size.

Y/n gripped at his thighs tightly as the Sergeant tried his best to adjust while he tried his best not to move.

"Come on, Beautiful..." but the man was quickly shut up when Gaz tightened around him making Y/n groan quietly to himself.

"Just move dammit," he cried out as Y/n thrust into his vigorously.

Somehow, this man managed to his his prostate spot on, making the him scream before trying to regain focus himself.

Gaz hung on to Y/n's shoulders for dearly life when Y/n fucked him against the table before picking him up and fucking him into the wall.

The man's pace ruthlessly abused his prostate, even making the poor Sergeant hiccup ever so often.

Y/n kissed him deeply and Gaz couldn't even make himself hate it even if he wanted too. Their prisoner was doing so well that he could hardly keep up with his pace before coming himself on the wall.

Y/n was surprised and quickly pulled out of Gaz, making the man whine, before moving them to the chair with Y/n sitting down while Gaz straddled him.

Y/n didn't bother moving when he sat the Sergeant back on his member. He enjoyed watching him struggle to get some friction and he rolled his hips slowly.

"Y/n I fucking swear-"

"Fucking yourself on my dick and I'll give you the information you want."

Gaz's eyes opened in shock as he looked at the man he was supposed to be interrogating.

"You're lying-"

"I have no reason to lie to you, Beautiful, especially after this lovely treat you've already given me..." he thrusted up into him, making Gaz squirm in front of him as he put his hands out on Y/n's chest to steady himself.

"Fuck me..." was all Gaz said before using the last of his remaining strength to fuck himself on Y/n's cock, rolling his hips every now and then to relieve himself.

Gaz lifted his hands to Y/n's, grabbing them and leading them to rest on his ass before wrapping his own arms around Y/n's neck and grab his hair and pull him into a kiss.

Gaz's pace quickened as he bounced up and down on the man's cock before finally slamming himself back down and feeling Y/n feel him up.

The Sergeant gripped Y/n's scared shoulder as he looked at him and leaned in close just before their lips touched.

"You owe me that information, Y/n..."

Y/n, slightly annoyed that he didn't receive a kiss, obliged anyway.

"Let's redress at least-"

"Info. Now." He said sternly.

Y/n sighed but smiled and told him while trying to make each sentence as lengthy as possible, even adding extra information to make sure he stayed inside the Sergeant for as long as possible.

"Good boy," Gaz said as he watched Y/n face light up at the nickname.

"Why thank you, Beautif-"

Y/n groaned as Gaz decided to full unsheath himself from Y/n, watching the way some of his release slipped out of Gaz or was either still connected too Y/n member with a thin string.

Gaz huffed out a laugh as he tried to walk but ended up falling back on top of Y/n.

"Damn you..." Gaz said as his legs refused to work.

"You know you don't have to keep me in these chains, Beautiful... I'll tell you everything about the people I work for if you'll have me," Y/n grinned up at him, hoping he'd accept his offer.

"As lovely as that'd sound, I can't..."

Y/n looked at him in confusion before watching Gaz bring up one of his hands.

A simple silver band hugged his ring with a blue line going through it. He glared at it full of angst as he could only wonder who had claimed Gaz. As he did so the Sergeant on top of him chuckled a bit, before sitting up to look at him with a glint in his eye.

"So, ever heard of the C.L.A.W.S?"

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I DEFINITELY did not expect to finish this today but I did...

So yeah!

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-Guards

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Texts

Gaz: M!Reader, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

M!Reader: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Gaz: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask the Captain.

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Incorrect quotes pt.5

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Mw2 x male reader

Genre: crack

Characters: graves, ghost, Alejandro, Rodolfo, soap, price, gaz

Warnings: none

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Y/n: I’m against crime, and I’m not ashamed to admit it

Soap: you shot 6 people yesterday?

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Gaz: But what about y/n?

Price: Don't worry about him

Price: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened.

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Graves: You saved me! Why?

Y/n: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

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Price: Ducks are better than rabbits.

Gaz: What? Rabbits are adorable. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? Ducks are jerks.

Soap: Duck is delicious! Rabbit is all gamey.

Gaz: We’re not talking about flavour, soap

Soap: Flavour counts!

Gaz: Who carries around a duck’s foot for good luck? Anyone?

Y/n: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. I’ll wrap myself in a comforter stuffed with duck feathers! Who’s cozier?

Gaz: Okay, but-

Y/n: NO, NO, NO, NO. WHO’S COZIER?

Soap: Then why don’t we take a rabbit, a duck, stick ‘em in a cardboard box and let them fight it out!

Gaz: BECAUSE IT’S ILLEGAL, SOAP!

Soap: ONLY IF WE BET ON IT, GAZ!

Price: I- Jesus-

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Soap: How do you do that?

Ghost: I'm fearless.

Y/n: I saw you run from bees yesterday. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad.

Ghost: I'm mostly fearless.

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Alejandro: What do we think of ghost?

*pause*

Rodolfo: I’m scared of ghosts

Y/n: I think hes gay.

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Soap: So, what's it like living with y/n?

Gaz: he once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."

Soap: ...

Gaz: I love him so much.

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Alejandro: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it.

Ghost: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Y/n: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

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Y/n texting ghost*: ghost Help I'm being kidnapped

Ghost: Where are you?

Y/n: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Ghost: I'll call price .

Price, answering his cell: hello?

Ghost: Where's y/n? He texted me that he was being kidnapped.

Price: y/n? What do you mean, hes right next to me-

Price: I'lI call you back.

*hangs up*

Price: I JUST GOT A NEW HAT

Y/n: WHO ARE YOU?!

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I’m back! Sorry this took awhile *cough* school

Anyways, FEM ALIGNED DNI

Reblogs are greatly appreciated:)

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Can I ask for a really stoic reader (rbf, looks like he's glaring all the time when in reality he thinks about dinner)that smiles for the first time with 141 boys and Alejandro if that's okay?

Why so Serious?

Summary:M/n was never seen with a happy expression.He always looked dull and it looked like he was on the verge of killing someone.That was until one of the new recruits made him smile.

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

Who seemed the most serious out of 141.If you said Ghost you aren’t completely wrong but at least the man attempts to make jokes.Unlike a certain h/c haired males who seemed to have only one expression.Out of all the time 141 has known him he has never smiled.Soap always says something that is downright hilarious and yet the male never cracked.This disheartens the scot but he never gives up.

“Hey M/n!”Soap said while approaching the male who was currently cooking.

“What McTavish?”M/n responded in annoyance,wincing when he felt the onions fumes go in his eyes.

“Why dont the dinosaurs talk?”The scottish man asked as M/n hummed in response,telling him to continue.

“They can’t because their dead.”Soap laughed out while slapping his knee.The man who was in hysterics stopped laughing when he saw the h/c haired male just staring at him as if he was stupid.

“I don’t find you funny.”M/n said with a deadpanned expression.The scot looked genuinely hurt by the males comment and walked away without saying a word.The h/c haired male plated his meal before exiting the kitchen.

A few days passed after that incident, Gaz and Soap had been trying to make the stone faced male crack a smile.The two went as far as to making themselves trip and fall.EVERYBODY LAUGHS WHEN SOMEBODY FALLS OVER THE AIR SO WHY HAVEN’T YOU LAUGHED?!

Ghost found the situation amusing.Sure he could joke around here snd there but you were a completely different story.You always looked like you were ready to off someone and he actually developed a small fear of you.Price made a lot of dad jokes so as you can probably guess you never laughed at his jokes.

When Alejandro would come and visit he would always tease the male in spanish.He would also poke at the males cheek in attempts to make him crack a smile.It doesn’t work,snd M/n’s glare didn’t help.The h/c haired male had always been quite blunt but he never meant to come across that way.He’s always been like that and he has laughed at the jokes Soap made,but it’s always been in his head.

One of those days M/n had been wondering what he should eat for lunch.His face was so serious that other’s thought that he was upset when he was just deep in tought.Gaz was the one guy he had to explain it to.

A few weeks later a few new recruits had came to the base.One of them thst went by the name Andre,was put under M/n’s care.They talked very often and had really funny conversations that made M/n laugh.Thats how we get to the current situation.

Soap was once again trying his best to make M/n laugh.He noticed the male let out small chuckles st his words which let him know what he was doing was working.Soap had ran up the Gaz happily informing him of his accomplishment of making the Brit laugh.Ghost hummed in amusement and Alejandro let out a deep chuckle as well as Price.

Soap had turned around and saw Andre approaching.The male was talking to M/n and even pat his shoulder.Price tilted his head when the male began doing weird hand movements.Their eyes widened as they saw M/n’s cheeks rise with a smile adorning his features.The h/c haired male began laughing hysterically and the groups eyes softened.His laugh was so angelic,it was like music to their ears.When the male finally calmed down Andre walked passed him and bid his goodbyes before going to his room.Alejandro was about to speak but was cut of by Soaps yelling.

“Were you just laughing?!”Soap yelled out as he ran towards the h/c haired man who looked startled.

“Uh yeah I did,it’s not like im incapable of laughing mate.”M/n said chuckling as Soap looked amazed.

“What does he do to make you laugh.”Gaz asked curiously and M/n responded shortly.

“He’s just funny.”

“WHATS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN”

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Lieutenant cockblock.

Gaz x Male reader

“Kyle.” You stared deeply into his eyes as your fingers interlocked, you clinked your wine glasses together as he edged closer, lips inches away from yours.

“Y/N.”

He stared back romantically at you, placing his glass down to rub his thumb over your bottom lip, “We should do this more often, Love.”

“Yes, I agree.” You said flirtatiously as you took a sip of wine then placed your glass down, gently manoeuvring yourself onto his lap. “We should do a lot more things often, Kyle.”

“I wholeheartedly agree to that…” His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace, “I’ll be sure to check my schedule, add you into it now and then.”

“I’d love nothing more than to take up the entirety of that schedule…if you know what I mean.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers against his short hair that he was growing out. You could feel how soft it was and made a note to get Gaz to wear his hat less so it’s always like this.

“If I remember correctly, your appointment on my schedule should be…” He checked his wrist, pretending to look at his imaginary watch. “Right about now.” Gaz’s hands found their way up your shirt as he pressed kisses against your neck and jaw. You immediately reciprocate the same passion by pushing him onto the couch so that you’re on top, “Mr Garrick, your schedule seems fully booked, I don’t think we should—“

He changed positions, pushing you against the sofa with his knee between your legs, “I’ll just have to reschedule then? I’m sure my other clients won’t mind?”

“I’m sure they won’t…” You said seductively as he leaned in, ready to kiss you.

“I’m sure they’ll mind.”

“HOLY SHIT- LIEUTENANT-“ Gaz shrieked, detaching himself from you. “Ghost!?” You sat up, looking over the couch at the 6’4 soldier who sat by the 4 seater table with a cup of tea in his hand. “The one and only.” He said nonchalantly.

“Lieutenant what the hell are you doing here?!” Gaz was clearly flustered upon being caught by his superior.

Ghost shrugged, “Last I checked I worked here.”

“You have a room.” Gaz neatened you up.

“So do you, Sergeant.”

You could only laugh the embarrassment away, “Nice to see you, Simon.” You finally stood up, waving at the Brit.

“Likewise, Y/N.” He lifted his mask a bit to take a sip, luckily he was sitting in a dark area so you couldn’t see his face, the only light source illuminating the room you guys were in was the 4 tea candles Gaz placed down to make the ambiance romantic.

“Well…that just killed the mood…” Gaz groaned as he stared daggers into Ghost, suddenly forgetting his fear of the man. Simon simply shrugged, taking another sip of his tea and making sure to slurp it obnoxiously just to spite Kyle even more.

“Lieutenant cockblock.”

“Glad I could be of service, Sergeant.”

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Midnight Troubles

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Pairing: [Gaz] Kyle G. x reader

Pronouns: he/him

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Quote: “Shh… Alejandro is asleep next door, I’d rather not hear him yell at me in Spanish..”

Description: Gaz has some trouble sleeping and he wakes up y/n for some help.

Disclaimer: No one knows about Gaz and y/n’s relationship. They are married. Y/n wears his ring around his neck.

A/n: You’re welcome.

Word count: 1k

Master list

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Gaz tossed and turned in the covers as the deep pit of dread in his stomach kept growing. Now his worries typically didn’t lead to sleepless nights, but the thought of the mission tomorrow made him want to throw up. He was horrified. Horrified that everything would go wrong and he’d end up losing someone. This was one of 141’s dangerous missions. One where the most likely outcome wasn’t in their favor.

Kyle sighed as he turned on his side, staring at the sleeping figure next to him with both envy and love. He wished he could sleep like y/n, especially considering the time they had to wake up. He admired how peaceful y/n looked, lying there on his back, letting out soft snores.

The sergeant allowed his hand to run up y/n’s bicep and over his chest. He then ran his hand up to cup the man’s face, gently tapping him on the cheek. His attempt at waking y/n up was met with nothing. He repeated his action.

“Y/n..? Y/n…?” He whispered softly.

Y/n gently stirred, but made no sign of consciousness. “Y/n, please..” Gaz pleaded.

Kyle got a response this time, but he could tell y/n wasn’t fully awake. Y/n hummed sleepily.

“Y/n, I can’t sleep.” Kyle whispered in response.

The more Kyle talked the more y/n woke up. “Hm?”

“I can’t sleep.” He repeated.

Y/n turned to look at Gaz through his half lidded eyes. “Would you like me to make you a cup of tea?” Y/n’s words slurred together, the sound of sleep still fresh in his voice.

Kyle smiled. “Only if you're okay with it..”

Y/n slowly sat up. “Of course, my dear.” He then gently placed a kiss on Kyle’s lips. Y/n slowly pried himself from the warm blankets. He then hissed at the cold air.

Gaz felt so grateful to have y/n. No matter what time it was, no matter how tired, and no matter what the request was, y/n would do anything for him. And without complaining.

Y/n sheepishly made his way down the dark hall. Almost tripping one time, holding on to the wall as he slowly but surely walked towards the kitchen. He failed to notice how the light was already on in the kitchen and someone was in there.

“You’re supposed to be asleep, l/n.” Y/n flinched at the sound of Price.

Y/n let out an awkward chuckle, making his way to the stove. “I was. I just got up to make a quick trip.”

“Something wake you up?” Price asked, sipping at his tea.

“Yeah, Gaz. But I offered to make him tea.” Y/n took the kettle, turned on the stove, and filled it with water.

“Gaz shouldn’t wake you up. You have time to wake up and so does he.” Price scolded.

“Ah, he knows I can fall asleep easily. I’m making him tea to let him fall asleep. I’d rather be sleepy than him be sleepy.” Y/n defended. He then got a mug from the cupboard.

“You do too much for him. People are starting to think you guys are dating.” The captain joked.

Y/n laughed reaching for the wedding ring around his neck, stuffing it in his shirt. “Really?” Y/n asked, turning around to face him again.

“Yeah, I heard Soap talking about it to Ghost. I’m sure he was joking though. I watched the two of you grow up together, I understand why you do the things you do.” John said.

Y/n smiled, almost laughing at his captain’s obliviousness. “Do you defend us?” The sound of the kettle whistling caused y/n to push himself off the counter and take the kettle off the stove.

“Sometimes. Sometimes I sit and joke with them.”

Y/n only hummed in response. He then took the kettle pouring the boiling water into the cat decorated mug. He reached into the cabinet, pulling out a tea bag. He placed the tea bag in the boiling water, gently bobbing it up and down watching the clear liquid slowly stain brown. Once he was done, he picked up the mug taking a quick sip.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be trying to win back my sleep..” He mumbled, taking another sip.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

“‘Night, John.” Y/n said, leaving the room and making his way back to his room.

He was much more careful this time, making sure not to spill the drink. The hot mug warmed his cold hands, making him smile at the sensation. Y/n then slowly opened the door with his foot, walking into the room.

“Here you go, my love.” He said, handing Kyle the mug. “Sorry, I took a few sips. Hope you don’t mind.” Y/n laid down on the bed, laying his head in Gaz’s lap.

“Thank you. A lot..” Gaz said, allowing the brown liquid to seep into his mouth. He melted at the taste. “Mmm, this is so good..”

Y/n mumbled a small thank you. “What’s keeping you up, dear..?”

Kyle paused before answering. “I… I’m a bit worried.”

“‘Bout what..?” Y/n asked.

“About you- about everyone! I’m worried the mission might not go well, and we’ll end up losing someone and- and-”

“Shh… Alejandro is asleep next door, I’d rather not hear him yell at me in Spanish..” Y/n mumbled, rubbing Gaz’s thigh.

Gaz took another sip of the tea. “I’m sorry..”

“It’s alright, and tomorrow will be too. Wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m gonna do everything in my power to keep you, and everyone else, safe.” Y/n said.

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" If I had to choose him or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal sun of a gun. " ; Kyle " Gaz " Garrick x Male Reader

‧☾ You're such a cool person if you know what song the title is referring too like hmu we should be besties. Also I've never written penetration. I'm a rookie don't judge</3

‧☾ He's so so pretty its not fair. Your both so inlove. Flustered Gaz, Teasing reader, back hugs, neck kissing. Kitchen sex, bottom Gaz. Penetration, edging, overstimulation. Hair pulling, Degradation + Praise, Cock-Drunk Gaz. Submissive Gaz, Dom reader.

‧☾ The dark sky is a reference to the title I'm so proud of myself

‧☾NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

navigation.

You opened your eyes to the dark cloudy sky from a window in your shared room, hearing the distant calls of geese. It was 8:53 am. You flipped over and was expected to hit a broad-shouldered man to hopefully warm up, instead a cold lump of messy blankets. Right. His morning run.

Yawning and rubbing your eyes, finally sitting up after just laying there. You walked to the bathroom to wash your face before going to cook something for Kyle for when he got back. You placed a pan on the stove before turning it to the side to hear the clicking until the flame burst out.

You had scooped out a teaspoon of olive oil onto the pan and grabbed the bacon and sausages from the fridge along with some eggs.

You began cooking the sunny-side up eggs, fried bacon and sausages to make Kyles favorite breakfast. The ' Traditional ' British breakfast. You had never seen the appeal behind it, but if he loved it you'd make it every time he wanted it. Also you had cooked it so many times you've perfected it, probably one of the best dishes you can cook.

You grabbed your phone and connected it to the speaker in your kitchen to play some random playlist you had stored away for God knows how long. You placed Kyles food on a plate and ate yours from the pan, already pissed off to amount of dishes that awaited you.

Grabbing the pan off of the stove and turned the sink on, before grabbing the sponge and dousing it in soap you felt arms wrapping around your waist. Your heart dropped and turned around quickly to face, a face with slightly chapped lips from Londons cold air and facial hair. It was Kyle Garrick.

" Jesus Christ, Garrick. You scared the shite outta me! " You exclaimed, punching his shoulder playfully. Kyle smiled at you, flicking your forehead. " Maybe if yer damn music weren't so bloody loud, You would've hear me come in. " He retorted, pulling you into a hug.

Wrapping your arms around his waist and buried your face into his shoulder, you tried to breathe his usually musky, expensive cologne. You pushed him away quickly when you realized he smelled like sweat. " Go take a shower, Garrick. " You ordered. " What? I don't smell that bad, do I? " Kyle asked, sniffing his arms. " Alright fine I'll go take a shower. I'll be out in a jiffy to wash those dishes, Love. " You silently thanked the universe for such an amazing boyfriend. As much as you could enjoy cooking something, the dishes would always be your worst enemy.

You turned the water off and walked over to the couch, grabbing some thrown over clothes to tidy up something before enjoying your day off. You threw them in a bin on the side of your washer and cleaned up the counter and fridge the continuing to walk into your room to get ready to take a shower after Kyle.

Opening the door you saw a freshly washed and nice smelling Kyle getting dressed. " Cute butt. " You teased, taking off your shirt and sweatpants and tossed them into the laundry pin into your room. He yelped and fell backwards onto your bed. " You scared me, Wanker! " He spat, standing up again quickly to pull his boxers and joggers on.

" I've seen every inch of your body, Garrick. Even that cute little mole on the inside of your upper thigh. But don't worry, I hardly even noticed you. " You told him, a playful glint in your eyes. " Oh c'mon thats not fair either! You didn't even stare at me arse alittle? " He whined. Kyle was a slut for your attention, even you staring at him alittle made him rub his thighs together.

Walking off without giving him an answer but just chuckling at his complaints, you turned on the water and waited for it to warm up before slipping off your boxers and stepping in. You grabbed a loofa and dumped body wash onto it before rubbing along your body and running it through the water.

After a solid 10 minutes of showering you stepped out and rubbed a towel along your body then wrapped it around your waist. You opened the door from your bathroom connected to your room and stepped in. Walking over to your drawer to grab a clean shirt and sweatpants.

Strolling out of the room and saw Kyle washing the dishes. You walked over to the kitchen and rubbed a hand on the arch of his back, feeling him shiver, standing behind him and giving his a tight hug around his waist. He took a deep breathe and tried to focus on the dishes. You trailed kisses from the nape of his neck up to his ear lobe, where he was most sensitive.

Kyle whimpered and gripped the edge of the sink when you started biting it. " Careful with that mug there, Garrick. It my favorite. You wouldn't wanna break it now, would you? " You asked, looking over his shoulder to the way he was shaking in your grip. " No, Sir. " He whispered, putting both of his hands into the sink to continue washing. " Say what. If you finish up here I'll reward you, okay, Angel? " You mumbled into his neck, peeking into the sink. There was barely any dishes left. It wouldn't be along time here teasing him.

Kyle nodded, continuing to lather the dishes in soap then rinse them in water. You moved the front of his shirt up to rub at his stomach, feeling his happy trail and biting his neck. He started squirming in your grip, His hands moving quicker to get the dishes done. He put the last bowl into the rack and turned around to face you with puppy dog eyes.

" You done, Angel? " You asked, touching the marks you'd left on his neck. " Yes, Sir. " He answered. Looking at you with eagerness flooding his expression. You pulled him into a kiss and gripped at his hips and moved him to the side of the sink and removing your lips from him before bending him over with his face shoved into the cold dark granite.

Kyle whimpered, wiggling his hips to try to tell you what he wanted. " Whats wrong? If you want something then say it. " You whispered, pressing your chest to his back as you whispered in his ear. " Can you please just do it.. " He begged.

" Do what? Speak up, beautiful. "

" Just fuck me, Dammit! " He snapped, looking over his shoulder impatiently.

" Good boy. See, that wasn't so hard was it now? " You praised, pulling his joggers and boxers down to his knees. Kyle shivered at the cool air hitting his exposed skin. " Don't you worry, pretty boy. We'll get you warmed up in abit. " You reassured him, rubbing at his lower back and opening a drawer next to his which contained lube.

Kyle looked at you in surprise. " Since when did we have lube there? " He asked, shuddering as you pored lube on his ass and brought a finger up to probe at his hole. " Been wanting to fuck you while you did the dishes for awhile now. Kept it there just incase. " You told him, pushing a finger in. He gasped out and put his forehead on the counter. " I stretched myself out this morning. Just stick it in already. " He whimpered, his cock dripping with precum.

" Stretched yourself out already? What, you were hoping to get fucked today? " You teased, pulling your fingers and pulled your dick up to align it with his hole. Kyle whimpered and nodded hazily, pushing his hips back in hopes of getting you inside him already. You gripped onto his hips and squeezed. " Be patient, Garrick. " You ordered, finally sliding in your dick inside inch by inch. Kyle gasped, stretching his arms to grip at anything you had left on the counter. The stretch burning slightly despite his prep in the morning.

You bottomed out and moved one of your hands up to hold his own hand while kissing his neck. " Tell me when I can move, Gorgeous. " You told him, using your other hand to rub at his waist. He ground his hips backwards.

" You can move now.. " He mumbled.

You moved your hands down to his hips and started pushing your hips in and out. Kyle was letting out high pitched moans, something you wouldn't expect from his normal voice. He brought a forearm upto his mouth and bit into it to muffle his moans. " Don't muffle 'em. They're so pretty, like you. " You cooed at him, angling your thrusts to try to get to his prostate. A particular thrust made him cry out, his knees buckling.

" Fuck! Right there! " He sobbed, tears prickling at his eyes. He moved his hips back in time with your thrusts, resting his head sideways on the counter with his eyes rolling back. " Such a good little whore, so perfectly molded for me. You were made for my cock, weren't you, Angel? " You prompted, not getting a response other than his frantic nodding. " Yeah, so- Fuck! So good- " He whimpered. " I'm so close, please. Go faster. " He begged, crying out when your hips came to a stop.

" Why'd you stop? " He exclaimed, his cock dripping. " Can't have our fun ending so quickly, can it? " You teased, leaning down to kiss at his back muscles. Kyle whined as he felt the high of his upcoming orgasm disappear. You shoved your hips inside of him again and set a pace. He gasped out, whispering thanks you's and praise under his breathe. " Wait fuck, I'm close again.. " He mewled, his thighs shaking.

Doing the exact opposite, you set your rhythm quicker, pushing your hips deeper inside of him. " Im boutta cum! Don't stop, please! " He begged, wailing as his cock twitched You fucked him through his orgasm, but to his surprise, not stopping when he was finished. " Wait- Oh fuck.. What're you doing? " He whined, his body shaking. " You told me not to stop, Angel. Just following orders. " You replied. Chasing your own upcoming orgasm. Kyles walls twitched around you, overstimulation taking over his senses as he just took it while whimpering and moaning.

You grabbed a handful of Kyles curls, bringing his head back to lock your lips together. He moaned into your mouth, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and ground into your dick harder while squeezing around you. " Oh shit. Kyle 'm not gonna last longer if you do that. " You mumbled, removing your lips from his for a moment. He just hummed into your mouth, continuing his acts until he felt your cock twitching inside of him.

You pushed Kyles head down into the counter again and leaned in to kiss his neck, biting down on his nape to muffle the moans of your upcoming high. You cried out, feeling yourself unravel inside of Kyle, taking deep breathes to calm yourself. You panted next to his ear, trying to process what had happened.

" Round two? " Kyle prompted, his eyes bright with anticipation.

And how could you say no to him?

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Hello~, I was wondering if we could get hcs with Alejandro, Gaz, and Farah (if you don't write for her could you replace her with Soap?) With a boyfriend who's veiny? But he's mainly veiny because he's always pissed off? Thank you 😊

Alright Pissy Cat

Parings: Alejandro x Male Reader, Gaz x Male Reader, Soap x Male Reader

Summary: How the guys react to having a veiny pissy boyfriend.

Note: If you’d like Farah, feel free to send a separate request, but I’ll be only doing GN reader or female reader for her. 🤍

Alejandro Varges

Alejandro loves getting on your nerves, finding it truly amusing how your veins stand out from his ‘flirtatious’ teasing.

Though you always bark back a snarky remark that shuts him up, there are times you get into high tension situations.

No doubt you guys have pinned and held each other in a head lock.

Alejandro loves kissing the veins that stick out, trailing up to your neck and then your lips.

But yet you have no trouble catching his breath every time.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

He loves tracing your veins

He also loves being held in your strong arms as you scare off the other soldiers that dare to come closer.

Gaz knows he’s the reason preventing you from going feral when you’re mad.

You go to him every time to cool down, letting Gaz touch you gently and kiss your face.

Gaz is the guy to absolutely fold when you two have more intimate moments when you’re angry and rough

Definitely gets scared that they might pop.

Overall he finds you so hot, knowing that he’s dating the devil himself.

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

Soap definitely watches you work out, breathing on the window kind of watching

ABSOLUTELY drools for your veins

God he can’t focus when you’re angry and frustrated

Purposely gets you rowdy so he could see his beautiful boyfriend this way

Definitely takes pictures of you with them

But he treats you well and helps you calm the hell down afterwards.

But he definitely asks politely to touch your arms and veins before you throw him on accident

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and i can't get enough

John Price x male reader smut. I think his mustache is a little silly looking, but it still does things to me. I definitely want to give a warning for this one for dubious consent and abuse of authority. Price isn't very nice in this.

“You wanted to see me, commander?” You asked after stepping into the room, your heart already in your throat. 

Your recent performance on the task force hasn’t been the greatest, you know that. So when your commander asked to see you for a private meeting, you knew it couldn’t be good. 

“Have a seat,” was the first thing Price said, not even turning to face you. 

It’s funny. Price chose to meet in the common area on the base instead of the briefing room. Knowing this, you should’ve felt more comfortable being able to sit on the couch, but you only felt tense and stiff. 

Turning around, you could see that he held your file in his hands. Before speaking, he closed it, “I’ve spoken with commander Laswell. We’re thinking of transferring you,” he stood at a distance away, far enough that he could look down upon you. 

You didn’t know what to say. After a few minutes of staring down at your own feet trying to muster the words, Price spoke again. 

“Not unless you can prove otherwise,” there was a hint of something in his voice. Something you couldn’t pinpoint. 

You took your eyes away from the ground and looked up at Price, “I will, commander, I’ll prove it to you both,” you ended with a smile, trying to make yourself feel better. 

“Get on your knees,” Price said. 

Your smile dropped. You watched as he turned back around to toss your folder onto one of the tables in the room. When the man turned back around and saw that you still sat on the couch, he raised a brow.

“You want this, don’t you? You want to stay?” He asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest. 

“Yes, commander,” you responded, jerking your head in a slight nod. 

“Then you need to act like it,” he said coldly, “get on your knees,” he said. There was an edge of anger to his voice, like he was angry that he even needed to repeat himself. 

You fell to your knees in front of him, once again looking to the ground. You didn’t look up, even when you could hear his boots on the floor. 

“You know, that’s one of the good things about you: you’re always so eager to follow command,” Price said. 

He lifted your chin in a tight grip. You wanted to wince and pull away, but you sat there, rooted in place. 

“I could give any command I want and you would follow it, couldn’t I?” He asked. 

“Yes sir,” you responded, trying to keep your voice from wavering. 

At your words, Price relaxed his grip and rubbed over the spot he just was holding. It was a stark contrast. One that left you confused about what the hot feeling in your gut was. 

“Such a good lad,” he murmured. “Your firearm skills are shit, let’s see if you’re better at sucking cock.”

When you looked up at him with a wide-eyed expression, he barked out a laugh. 

“Don’t look so dumbstruck! I bet your pretty mouth is up to the task,” he said when done laughing. 

You hated the way your cock twitched at his words. Speaking of, when you pulled your eyes away from his face and looked down, you could see Price's cock twitch in his pants. 

The bulge in his pants looked big, and it only grew bigger as you lifted your shaky hands to open his pants and draw him out. Before pulling down his underwear, you ran your tongue over the bulge. 

Surprised at the action, Price let out a gasp, “look at you, surprising me already. You’re already off to a good start,” he placed a hand on your neck before moving it into your hair, “you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” He asked. 

With the tight grip on your hair, you nodded as best as you could. 

A smug smile lit up Price’s face, “so you know not to use any teeth?”

Another tight nod and his smile turned into a toothy grin. 

Price tugged his underwear and pants down enough to let his cock hang between his spread legs. He eased his grip on your hair, but moved his hand back down to cup the back of your neck.

Thankfully, Price let you set the pace. It didn’t take long for his cock to grow fully hard on your tongue, even will your slow pace. 

Price’s hand was lax on the back of your neck until he grew fully hard. Specifically, it was when you drew back until only the head was in your mouth and snuck your tongue under the foreskin of his cock. 

The feel of your tongue swirling around the sensitive glands of the head of his cock made Price let out a hiss of pleasure. He tightened the grip he had on your neck, and a part of you was worried. Worried that he would force your head down, but after a moment, his grip loosened again. 

When Price rubbed at the back of your neck soothingly, like he was trying to apologize, your cock gave another twitch. 

Price’s cock was fat and heavy on your tongue when you took it deeper. When you tried to take it deep enough that your gag reflex triggered, you could taste the salty flavor of his precome on your tongue.  

You couldn’t tell if you were disappointed when he pulled his cock from your mouth, or eager to know what was next, “tongue out,” he commanded when his cock was free. 

Through pants, you opened your mouth. When you stuck your pink tongue out, Price slapped his cock against it. When he fed his cock back into your open mouth, your face was wet with the speckles of spit that flew from your tongue. 

You managed to take Price’s cock in deeper this time. Deep enough to get a hint of musk from the thatch of hair that surrounded his cock. It was intoxicating, and the hint of it was almost teasing. One that left you wanting for more. 

When you pulled off his cock of your own volition, Price watched above with dark eyes. You watched him, wanting to see his reaction when you went lower to tongue at his balls. They hung heavy below his cock, and when you sucked one into your mouth, Price’s head fell back and he let out a groan. 

Moving to the second had a similar reaction from Price, but when you were done, he pulled you back. 

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded in a rough voice, “get on the couch and face the doorway.”

It took longer than normal to pull your clothes off with your nervous hands. You were surprised Price didn’t help, but from the sounds of it behind you, he was back there taking his own clothes off. 

It felt awkward, getting onto the couch to sit in the opposite position, but you made it work. This meant to sit comfortably, you needed to spread your legs. You couldn’t see what Price saw, but when you heard his last piece of clothing hit the floor, he let out a whistle a second later. 

“I should take a picture,” he said in a low voice. Then his hands were on you. They started at your shoulders, his rough hands digging into the skin in some sort of crude massage, “you’re tense,” he observed, “don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me,” he said in a humorous tone. 

You buried your face into your arms but kept a close eye on the doorway. The rest of the guys were off base, and you had no idea when they would return. You weren’t sure whether to find the fact that they could walk in on you at any moment exciting or terrifying. 

You could feel the hot puff of his breath on your skin before he spoke, “relax,” he whispered into your ear. 

He eased up on your shoulders, instead moving his hands down your back slowly. His lips followed the path his hands made, kissing down your back until you could hear him shift behind you. 

The next thing you felt were his hands on your ass. When he kneeded the flesh of each ass cheek in his palm, you pressed your forhead into the cushion of the couch. 

“Easy, lad,” Price spoke softly, like you were a wounded animal. His hands moved from your ass up to your hips so he could manuver you around. 

He placed you up on your knees, and felt as if you were practically bent over the front of the couch. It meant he had perfect access to your ass, which he used to his advantage. 

Price spread your ass cheeks open before giving a firm lick to your hole. At the first touch of the wet, warm appendage, you let out a cry and your hips drove forward. The friction of the couch cushion onto your cock sent a shock through you. 

Price let out a dark chuckle and followed the short distance your ass had moved, “are you trying to run away from me?” He asked. He bit at one of your ass cheeks before running his tongue over it soothingly. 

You had no where to go when he pulled your cheeks apart again and licked over your hole. He licked with broad strokes before stabbing his tongue forward, spearing it inside. 

The pleasure from his tongue made it easy to ignore the way your thighs were already aching from holding yourself up. Price, however, could see the way the shook and took on your weight. He moved his hands to wrap them around your hips and pull you back onto his face, his tongue now fucking in and out of your hole. 

When Price pulled his tongue free, you couldn’t help the noise you let out in protest. He let out another chuckle at the noise before he spit directly onto your wet hole. As the spit quickly began to dribble down your crack, Price stopped it with one of his fingers and dragged it back up so he could push it inside. 

As he pushed on of his thick fingers inside, he traced around the digit with his tongue. He gave you little time to adjust, instead pulling his finger almost all the way out right when it had just been fully inside, only to thrust it back in. 

“Greedy little hole is swallowing me up,” Price said, his voice filled with amazement. It wasn’t until the burn of two fingers that he was able to find your prostate, “there we go,” he murmured when you let out a loud moan. 

You were nearly fully hard, no doubt dripping precome onto the cushion below your cock. You knew that three would be too much with just spit to lube the way, but Price had the same thought in mind. 

With his two fingers gone, it was accompanied by the rustling sound of fabric. You could hear Price let out a small noise of triumph before he was back. This time, three fingers were pressed to your hole, wet with lube. 

You wondered if three fingers would be enough while he got you ready, but you only had little time to ponder. Your stomach filled with nervousness when his fingers were replaced by the head of his cock. 

His cock pressed inside slowly, Price giving you enough time to get used to the girth. By the time he bottomed out, you felt full. 

Price pulled you close. One hand around your hip, the other higher up, so he could cup your stomach where it felt like his cock was. You could feel his full, heavy balls against your ass, begging for release to fill you up. 

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to your sweaty neck. It would be so easy to just crane your neck so his lips would instead press to yours. You wanted to feel his stupid mustache while his tongue was in your mouth so you could taste what he tasted of you. 

The thought made you moan. Or maybe it was because when Price shifted his hips, his cock grazed your prostate. At the sound you let out, he took that as his cue to pull out. 

Price pulled out nearly as slowly as he thrusted in, until the head of his cock was nearly out. You let out a punched out noise when he thrusted back inside. 

Price fucked like he fought: full of command and determination. 

He moved the hand on your stomach down to your other hip so he could grip them tightly. Using you like you were his little fuck toy. 

It was rough and bruising, but your body eagerly responded. You pressed your ass back into his hips, the sound of skin-on-skin echoing loudly throughout the room. 

If it turned out that the rest of the task force was still on base, there was no doubt that they wouldn’t be able to tell what you were doing. 

Alongside the sound, you let out a mix of grunts and groans and Price accompanied those with noises of his own. Noises that were almost animalistic filled your ears and lit up your brain as pleasure shot through the rest of your body.  

You didn’t notice you were on edge until one of Price’s hands moved to wrap around your cock. Once he did, it was like all of your pleasure was centered around your cock. The feeling sat heavy in your stomach. 

Through Price’s noises, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “can I taste your hole after I come? See what it tastes like dripping my come?” He asked with a flick of his wrist. 

It only took a few tugs of his hand around your cock to come messily over Price’s fist. 

“So tight,” Price grunted out. He came after that with a long, drawn out groan. You couldn’t help but clench on his cock at his words. It was almost too much, the feeling of his cock throbbing as he came in spurts inside of you. Price didn’t let you move though as he held you close as his orgasm washed over him. 

Price, being a man of his words, pulled out as he was going soft and quickly moved down to your hole. He ran his tongue over your puffy, sensitive hole, and held you steady with his hands on your hips as he licked his come out. 

You let out a loud, high pitched moan when he placed his lips around it to get his tongue deeper. He didn’t pull back until he was satisfied with his work, and you were left shaking from overstimulation. 

He moved back up your body and with a hand in your sweaty hair, he pulled your head back to press his lips to yours. You couldn’t even say if it was a kiss, more so a wet and messy tangle of lips and tongue. 

The only thing you could taste when his tongue forced its way inside your mouth was Price’s salty come. You moaned around Price’s tongue, trying to savor as much of the taste as you could. 

When the kiss was over, you both were panting heavily, “you’ve got a mess to clean,” Price said, flicking his eyes down in the direction of your cock. 

You watched silently as Price got dressed. Before he left the room, he grabbed your file that he had tossed away, “clean that up before the others come back and see what a mess you are,” he said, eyeing you up and down slowly. 

“Yes sir,” you responded in a rough voice. 

Price leaned in close, setting each arm on either side of your body to box you in, “unless you want them to catch you? He whispered, “I’m sure they would enjoy watching me fuck you again,” he drew close, close enough that his breath puffed against your lips, “maybe I’d even let them have a taste of your slutty mouth or hole,” he ended by pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

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Heyyy I hope your doing good set you other account got shadowbanned

Can you do a Price x Male Reader fic where the reader randomly says he wants a tattoo and Price says no but then Mreaders like it’s going to be your name and on (any body part you want) and Price automatically agrees

cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise

captain john price x male! reader

warnings: sort of sensual implications? also more of a short blurb than anything else lmao

notes: couldn't decide if the tat placement i went with would be like. trashy. but then decided idc its hot. anyways the things i'd give to be this mans coquette little bf (he can give ME a cigar((ette)) with HIS number on it) ALSO been thinking way too much about Alex from mw 2019 so if any of yall got a request/idea yall have with him,,,,im VERY willing to write for him lmao

The day was reaching its peaceful end, clouds were heavy along the skyline, and the night was sweet and quiet. You were always grateful for the nights you got to spend with Price, no matter how few and far between they were.

You were snug in your shared bed, scrolling aimlessly on your phone. You sank into the smell of John on the shirt you were wearing—a gag gift the rest of the team had gotten him. In large, black letters, the shirt simply said, "World's Best Dad." Despite the joke, it was surprisingly comfortable.

John finally walks out of the bathroom, scratching at his beard as his eyes seem to grow heavy at the sight of his own warm bed, and you snuggled up beneath the covers.

He crawls into bed beside you, accompanied by a series of exaggerated groans, which typically got a chuckle or at the very least a little smile out of you. Right now, however, you seemed to be a little too interested in your phone.

Some generic song seemed to be playing on repeat, and whatever video was accompanying it had your complete attention.

John was never the insecure, jealous type; he was a little overprotective at times, but never downright jealous. Still, when a lighthearted conversation with Kyle regarding 'TikTok' and 'Thirst-traps' came to mind, needless to say, he got a little concerned.

"Watch'a watching?" He finally asks, trying to sound casual.

As if somehow activating you, you set your phone down, sitting up and turning to face him, legs crossed under the blankets. "I've been thinking." You announce with an excited smile.

"Uh oh."

Your grin drops into a pout, narrowing your eyes slightly. "Fine, nevermind-- dick."

John only laughs, shaking his head slightly. "What is it, luv?"

You hesitate for a moment, pursing your lips as you debate retreating, figuring he'd immediately reject your proposition. However, you also know him well enough to know that he won't let you get away with a simple "never mind." So, you simply blurted it out. "I want to get a tattoo."

"What?" John blinks back in surprise. "Absolutely not."

"What? Why?" You immediately regret your words, knowing you've unintentionally sparked one of 'Captain John Price's' infamous lectures.

"Well, for starters, there's a number of diseases and infections you could get from the ink alone, and you don't know what kind of establishment the tattoo parlor could be running—they could be filthy! Not to mention the discrimination you could face—it could be difficult to get taken seriously in professional environments, and—"

"Jesus Christ!" You exclaim with an eye roll and a slight laugh. "Alright, I get it—it's a dumb idea." You sigh, looking up at John. "Can I at least tell you what I was planning on getting?"

Price shakes his head, letting out a sigh. "Sure, yeah, what was it?"

"Your name!"

"....My name?"

You nod with a big grin. "I was thinking it could be like," you lean back, pushing aside the blanket. You lift your shirt just above your ribs and run your hand along your lower belly, hip bone to hip bone, slightly pulling down the waistband of your boxers. "Right here-ish? Not in like that weird cursive font, but sorta like a sucu-"

"Alright."

You look up. "..What?"

"I think you should get it." He clears his throat. "The uh-- the tattoo, I mean." His face is ever so slightly dusted a rosy pink, fingers almost nervously drumming against his knees as his eye continuously bounces between your face and your soon-to-be tattoo placement.

A cocky, knowing grin tugs at your lips. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. 100%."

"That was quite the switch up there, Cap."

"Ah, what can I say? You're very persuasive—you're gonna get the tattoo, right?"

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Thinking about Price having a rather hefty ring collection. | 18+, MINORS DNI

One thing about Price is that he’s known for his love for cigars. However something that’s less known about him is his love for rings.

Rightfully so, since he never wears them, at least not while on active duty. Reason being that he fears he’ll break them while out on missions or that he’ll even unnecessarily hurt himself while wearing them.

But once he’s back home- hands free from the confinement of blood caked gloves and palms clean off of any remainments of gun powder and and what not- he puts them on.

He’s got a whole satin blue jewelry box back home where he stores all of them. Rings - big as small, clunky as dainty, colorful as plain, engraved or blanks, lay snug inside of it. None of that is cheap stuff either, it’s clear he’s invested some hefty money into them.

He likes to wear many at once, never one to hold back once he can wear them as much as he wants.

You’d watch him early in the morning, eyes still heavy with sleep, in nothing but his shirt and wrapped up in his sheets as he sits in front of his dresser and rearranges the rings on his fingers meticulously.

You’d watch them glimmer under the moonlight as he stands at the balcony and takes steady drags of his cigars, reminding you of how expensive they really are.

You’d watch them become part of his nervous habits, fingers on the rings, twisting and turning the jewelry while he’s feeling antsy or contemplating something.

You’d watch the way he’d meticulously take them off, one by one, if he has to use his hands to eat food. He’d set them to the side, neatly putting each and every one of them on a napkin at the table only to put them on again once he’s finished eating.

Hell the man loves them so much, he sets some time aside every day just to clean and polish them. He even refuses to sleep or shower with them on- claiming it’ll damage the look of them (as if he doesn’t go out his way to ensure the rings are durable before he purchases them)

Nonetheless it was clear that the captain had a thing for rings and you didn’t mind this interest of his except for one thing. He doesn’t wear them while the two of you are having sex. You weren’t annoyed with the fact that you’d be lying in bed, pants and underwear pulled to your knees, panting and waiting as he took all the time in the world to take off his rings. No, you minded the fact that he didn’t keep them on.

See Price makes sure not to wear them while the two of you are having sex in fear that he’ll end up hurting you in some way. Besides, he doesn’t really see the appeal in pulling himself out of bed just to clean them after the two of you are done with things.

But you can’t help but wish that he’d keep them on, wish to feel the cold metal graze naked skin, have them leave marks on your body as you rolled around in the sheets with him, or even better taste them in your mouth while he’s got you pinned down or even better - have him keep them on while he thrusted his fingers into your aching hole.

So one night when things are getting hot and heavy, he realizes he’s still wearing his rings and goes to take them off. But before he can do so you quickly grab onto him and tell him “keep them on?”

Price’s fear about using rings in bed quickly dissipate once he realizes how much you enjoy the rings leaving imprints on your body, how much he enjoys seeing which cold metal will have goosebumps rising on your searing skin, he even enjoys seeing how well your mouth or even your hole can polish the metal compared to the rags he’s got.

After that night he keeps a red satin box next to the blue one, filled with rings that’s only used for special occasions like these.

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Hi there,

I had read your ghost x graves fic oneshot

Like can you make another rough NSFW fic with more aftercare for graves but a little possessive ghost

I feel sorry for graves like I just want to hug that guy after that fic...

Hell yeah i can

Ghost had been angry since 6:02 that morning. A few rookies, or maybe Shadows, he couldn't fucking tell, had been talking.

"Look, not my fault he wears stuff that shows off his ass. The guy takes any opportunity he can to bend over in front of someone."

"He's a commander! You can't seriously be suggesting he fucks anyone on base."

"I think he more gets fucked if I'm honest. Wish he'd let me have a turn."

"We could probably pass him around."

Ghost had shattered the cup in his hands, staring at them so hard they all went sickly pale.

"Lieutenant... Hi..."

"Graves is your fucking superior. Show some respect." Ghost snarled at them, making them flinch.

"Yes, sir." One of them bit out before they quickly made their escape.

Graves must've been able to tell. Ghost entered his room to find him already undressed and laid out.

"Thought you could use some stress relief." He purred at him.

Ghost took off the heavy parts of his gear before attacking him, hand around his throat while the other explored him.

Those fuckers were thinking of doing this.

Wishing they could put their grubby hands on his things.

"Are you sleeping with anyone else on base?"

The haze in Graves's eyes disappeared immediately. "What?

"Are you sleeping with anyone else?"

"No. Don't have the stamina for that." He laughed. "You wear me out, sugar." Graves smiled. "Are you?"

"No."

"Do you want to be exclusive?" Leave it to Graves of all people to just get why Ghost would ask.

"Let's talk about it later."

"Alright." Graves tugged one of Ghost's gloves off, kissing all his fingers.

Ghost could see all the bruises and hickeys on his body from where he had been earlier. No one could ever touch him without seeing where he had been. Slowly, Ghost's hands spread Graves's thighs, admiring the little cuts and bites he had left there two nights ago.

"Not so rough right there, still tender." Graves patted his shoulder and Ghost nodded, reaching up and binding Grave's hands to his headboard. After a moment of thought, he blindfolded him, ignoring the little pout he got for it.

Ghost's tongue laved over the marks, mask pulled up just over his mouth. Unlike his past partners, Graves liked the mask. He never asked him to take it off or whined when he wore it. It was comforting, if a little offputting when he thought about taking it off in front of him.

Would the mystique of him wear off?

That thought startled him. Since when the fuck did he care about that?

He bit his hip hard, feeling the slightest bit of blood where his canines cut him.

Graves moaned and pushed closer, nothing if not a masochist. Ghost spit on his fingers and pushed them into him, reaching as deep as he could.

"Still so tight. I'm going to start keeping a fucking toy in you." Another finger shoved into him, the pain of the stretching mixing with the pleasure of not being empty.

Graves spread his legs a little more, panting softly. "Don't like toys when I could just have you."

Ghost grinned, adding some lube to make this work a little faster. He curled his fingers in him and ran his tongue up to his belly button. "Good boy. Got you trained huh?" He sat up and put Graves's ankles near his head, admiring him. Ghost pushed in to him slowly, biting his lip. "Fuck."

"Please. Please." Graves whined and Ghost slapped him hard. He panted softly, body arching. "More. Come on, sir, please."

Ghost slammed into him, pulling the pocket knife he kept for this. He kept it wickedly sharp, ironically for safety. Slowly, he traced Graves's features, going along his mouth and then down his throat, careful not to cut him. Once he got to his chest, he made a slowly, shallow cut down.

Then, he got an idea. He thrust in hard, as deep as he could, going to where Graves's body bulged just a little around him. Right at where it stopped in the middle of his tummy, he carved his initials into him.

Graves held very still, arms shaking slightly. "What are you doing to me?"

"Shut up."

"Yes, sir."

Ghost finished the SR and his hips started to move again. Tears were running down Graves's face, legs shaking. His hole fluttered around him, body tensing around him. He grabbed his cock around its base, holding tight so he wouldn't cum just yet.,

"Beg."

"Sir, please, I've been so good. I'll do whatever you want, please."

Ghost continued to pound into him. He wanted to ruin him. Destroy every part of him. Break him open until all he could think about was Ghost pounding into him.

"Please, oh Ghost." He said with reverence. Like Ghost was a god he worshipped.

"I'm going to do whatever I want. Just keep taking it." Ghost growled at him, tracing the knife along his sides. "You need to learn to last longer."

Graves whimpered at him. "Ghost..."

"You can last a little longer yeah?"

Graves's head fell back as he tried his best. With Ghost's hand, he didn't really have a choice, but it was clearly getting to him. His body trembling.

Ghost bit along his shoulders and suddenly let go. He came immediately all over both of them. His body fell limply against the bed.

Ghost thrust in a couple more times before coming in him. "You alright?"

Graves whimpered, body still completely limp.

Ghost untied him and laid him in the bed. "Don't remove the blindfold." He got something to clean him up, gently getting all the cum off him before wiping some of the sweat off.

Gently, he rubbed feeling back into his wrist. Ghost kissed his cheek and helped him lay down. "You look lovely."

Graves hummed, still at a loss for words.

Ghost didn't mind, getting one of his tshirts over Graves's body before laying next to him and pulling him to his chest. Graves nuzzled under his chin and yawned.

"Sleep here tonight."

Graves nodded against him.

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Ghost/Rudy – Jacket

I love this ship man, I'm probably going to work on some project where two jealous woof woofs fight over the little meow meow. I expect to see more Ghost/Rudy content out there (just wait ima make a meme now–)

“Take my jacket, it’s cold”

Rodolfo stared at the giant man with wide eyes, surprise etched across his soft features as he lets his eyes trail down to the dark military-grade jacket dangling from Ghost's gloved fingers. The flutter of wings makes his stomach warm, his heart beating quicker as warmth floods his cold cheeks.

"No, it's okay. I'm alright." Rudy all but mumbles out, another shiver tickling his spine as the cold wind blows past him. Although Ghost's face was concealed, his eyes spoke and Rudy felt all more embarrassed. "I promise."

"Sergeant Major, that was an order." Ghost says curtly, gently resting his jacket over Rudy's smaller shoulders, the heavy weight of it enveloping the smaller male whole. He looked like a little kid wearing his father's jacket and it made Ghost smile under his mask, eyes softening as Rudy blushes furiously and stutters out a 'thank you'. Ghost says nothing, eyes racking over Rudy's slim build and feeling warmth spread lower and lower and he knew it was wrong to feel this way– Rudy is forbidden fruit. Alejandro would kill anyone, including Ghost, if they were to touch his best friend in a more than friendly way. Hell, the colonel glares at anyone who dares to flirt with Rudy (although the shorter man was oblivious to such advances.)

"When do you think backup would arrive?" Rudy speaks, breaking the quiet atmosphere and Ghost glances at his watch, knowing the answer all too well.

"Morning. The weather will be too rough and any tracks we left are gone. Our comms are going out," "which means no one will hear us properly." Rudy finishes with a wince, hugging the jacket closer to his shaking body. Ghost knew they needed warmth to avoid hypothermia and frostbite, but the risk of seeking shelter at the nearby village had him stuck on what to do. He couldn't endanger Rudy, he'll kill himself before Alejandro does. But he can still injure Rudy by staying out here in a snowstorm.

"Fucking hell." He mumbles, and Rudy perks up, chocolate brown eyes shining with concern.

"What's wrong?"

"We need shelter, for the night. The village is full of enemies, but staying out here will slowly kill us." "Then let's take the risk."

Ghost gives Rudy a look of disbelief, and Rudy rolls his eyes. "We wait until the trucks leave and then move forward. One of us stays on guard while the other sleeps, we'll switch every three hours."

"Fine. I'll be the first shift." Ghost looked away, and Rudy knew it was the end of the conversation. He smiles and ducks his head, hugging the jacket closer to him. He lets Ghost take over sniper duty, opting to take his binoculars and scout out the area. They settle in comfortable silence, oblivious to the stares they give one another occasionally.

——

When the trucks leave, the duo make their way down and silently creep around the village, noting how the lights were off and everything was settled in eerie silence. Rudy looked into a house through a window, before Ghost forced it open and they climb in. The warm air immediately draws them in, and Ghost shuts the window to prevent the cold air from coming in. Rudy moves close to the fireplace that was barely alive, grabbing a piece of wood and throwing it in, the flames growing and striving as it fed hungrily on the wood.

"Get some rest, Rudy." Ghost orders, coming to sit beside the smaller male. Rudy nods, Ghost's jacket still tightly wrapped around him and the fire slowly warming his near hypothermia body. He shivers unintentionally, the whole situation worrying and he hopes that their comms start working again so they can call for help. Ghost notices him shivering and shuffles closer, wrapping a strong arm around Rudy's waist and pulling him close to his body. Rudy blushes, embarrassed but welcomes the shared warmth, getting closer to Ghost and practically sitting on his lap.

"Thank you, Ghost." Rudy whispers, smiling as Ghost seemed to straighten up and gently puff his chest out.

"No problem, Rudy. Now sleep." And Rudy complies, cuddled up to the bigger man and feeling protected. He wouldn't mind doing this when they get back home.

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Brat tamer Ghost x bratty Rudy

Please please let Rudy be the sarcastic brat that he is *slithers away*

Okay but I'm giving myself a little more freewill. This is gonna be kinky!

--

They’d been meeting up to fuck for a few weeks now. Privately, of course.

Neither really had any shame about it, of course. But it was still probably for the best that no one found out. Really, it was a very mutually beneficial agreement. Rodolfo got to explore a side of himself he never had before and Ghost got to be a lot more rough than he usually was able to be.

Rodolfo could take a lot without needing to stop. Of course... there was the problem of his mouth. Ghost had taken to calling Rodolfo a brat, and honestly? The nickname fit. Rodolfo loved to mouth off to Ghost, rile him up, just for Ghost to pound submission back into him. It was fantastic.

“Undress.” 

“No.” Rodolfo smiled, plopping down on the bed.

“Excuse me?” Ghost crossed his arms.

“You heard me. I said no.”

“I think you misunderstand. That was not a request. It was an order.”

“An order I said no to.” Rodolfo shrugged and stretched out. 

“I didn’t hear a safe word out of your mouth, so until then, you don’t get to say no. Undress.” Ghost was practically growling. It was so easy to rile him up. 

“But I don’t want to.” Rodolfo shivered as Ghost narrowed his eyes at him. They’d built up a lot of trust in a few weeks. Had Ghost said “you don’t get to say no�� during one of their first “sessions”, Rodolfo would have safe worded immediately. But Ghost was a very observant person. There were a few times Rodolfo was in active distress that Ghost knew to back up, immediately, and he’d ended the scene.

So, now Rodolfo knew most of what was said between them was acting. Rodolfo did get a choice in what they did. In fact, Ghost had told him a few times, that Rodolfo had more control than he did. If Rodolfo said stop, they stopped. Rodolfo said go, they went. It was... exhilarating. Gaining control through the illusion of losing it.

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to.” Ghost shook his head. “You’re being a brat again.”

“No I’m not.” Rodolfo snorted. He in fact was.

Ghost watched him for a moment. “I can count, if you want? I promise you won’t like what happens after 1 though.”

Rodolfo rolled his eyes.

Ghost shrugged. “5... 4...”

“Damn, alright. I’m getting up.” Rodolfo scrambled to get up. He was also positive he would not enjoy whatever would happen when Ghost hit 1. He started to pull his clothes off, flushing as he normally did as Ghost watched.

“Much better.” Ghost chuckled, softly. “I see an attitude adjustment may be in our cards, tonight.”

“I mean... or you could just let me be a brat. You don’t have to punish me.” Rodolfo plopped back down on the bed.

Ghost laughed. Big. Rodolfo flushed and rolled his eyes.

“Be a good little rabbit and put your hands above your head for me.” Ghost shook his head, getting cuffs out of Rodolfo’s bedside drawer. He’d bought them the week before since he was sick of rope burn.

Rodolfo hesitated and then shook his head.

Ghost only sighed and grabbed Rodolfo’s hands, expertly binding them before Rodolfo even had a chance to stop him. That was almost embarrassing. If it had been anyone but Ghost, it would have been.

“I let you do that.” Rodolfo snarked.

“I’m sure you did.” Ghost pat his face and then pulled away.

Rodolfo shifted around, half tempted to try to get out of the cuffs. He could, he knew. Ghost may have been great at a lot but one thing Rodolfo was great at was getting out of binds. Any binds.

But, he knew he was already pushing Ghost’s patience as it was and he would like to be able to hopefully sit the next day. Hopefully.

He watched Ghost rummage through his drawer, anticipation building. A million questions of what Ghost had planned that night ran through his mind. 

“I’m not gonna fuck you, tonight. Might as well get that out of the way.” Ghost spoke up, after a moment.

Rodolfo frowned. “I’m confused.”

“You won’t be.”

Rodolfo hesitated before deciding to accept that.

Finally, Ghost came back over, holding up a blindfold. It was question, one Rodolfo nodded to. This wasn’t a time for being a brat, Ghost was being genuine.

Ghost nodded and fastened it around his eyes. “You gonna behave, now?”

“No.” Rodolfo answered, honestly.

“I should have figured.”

Rodolfo cried out as his thigh was struck, the impact leaving a sting. However, arousal flooded his body and he could only shift around more. Again, his thigh was struck, a different area this time, and he cried out once more. The feeling was amazing.

“Legs open.”

“No.” Rodolfo shook his head, half grinning. “Why should I?”

“I fucking said to.” Another strike against his thigh, this one hard. Rodolfo whimpered and arched a little, the impact going straight to his groin. Fuck. He still kept his legs shut, though.

Ghost sighed and Rodolfo felt his legs shoved apart, but the moment they were let go, he closed them again. “You are asking for it, Parra.”

“Maybe.”

Rodolfo could hear the frustration in Ghost’s sigh and he shivered, knowing he was in for it. So much for being able to sit the next day.

He was in for a fun night.

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Ghost/Rudy – Not Your Fault

Something I wrote for a request on ao3, decided to post it here since I'm pretty proud of it. Disclaimer!! I am not portraying Ghost as an abusive person, just a person who has been traumatized and received no help on any anger issues he is bound to have. I understand Ghost's childhood, and I understand that a childhood like that is bound to create problems for Ghost as he gets older. Please acknowledge that not everyone comes out of a traumatized situation nice and healthy, I don't think anyone should ever because it's going to take time, especially if you don't receive help. Okay, that's all. Hope you enjoy.

"Fockin' bastards..." Ghost growls under his breath, his patience gone and he feels fire flow through his veins, vision going red and the breaths he exhaled were heavy. He tried calming himself down as he neared his quarters, knowing Rudy would be there and the smaller male hated it when people yelled. Ghost takes a deep breath before walking into his room, unintentionally slamming the door open.

"Simon?" Rudy's soft voice barely has an effect on Ghost, who shuts the door and storms to the restroom, ignoring his lover. Rudy pokes his head from around a corner, making his way over to the restroom door and knocking lightly. "Ghost?"

"Leave me alone, Rudy." Ghost's voice is low, gravely and Rudy isn't naive to the underlying anger. Concern immediately picks at him and he knocks again, pressing his ear against the door to see if he heard anything.

"Simon, what's wrong? You sound upset, cariño." Rudy frowns when he hears a heavy sigh from the other side of the door, it opening and Rudy looks up at his lover. "Simon."

"Nothings wrong. Were you makin' something?" Ghost is quick to change the subject, noting the look on Rudy's face that said the conversation wasn't over but the sergeant major still gives him that loving smile and grabs his hand. Ghost gazes down at their intertwined hands, his larger than Rudy's but they fit like a puzzle. A small part of Ghost's mind tells him to squeeze Rudy's hand, see how fragile it is and how far he can break it. He shakes away the thought, letting Rudy guide him to the small kitchen area and sit him down. He goes to the counter and grabs a plate full of a delicious-looking and smelling meal: a side salad, potatoes with gravy, beans, and a sandwich with the bread toasted. Ghost's mind supplies the memory of their first date when Ghost took him out to this quiet, nice diner a few miles north of the base and ordered this meal. He loved it immediately and ever since then, Rudy made it for him twice a month.

"I used this sweet sauce Laswell bought for me, it adds a nice flavour to the beans. Hope you enjoy it, amor." Rudy presses a soft chaste kiss to Ghost's lips before walking back into the small kitchen. Ghost removes his mask and digs in, trying out the beans first and instantly loving them. His little housewife sure knows how to make just about anything, every dish delicious and fit for the person eating it. He calms down the slightest, his stressful day pushed to the back of his mind when there's a knock on the door. Rudy gives him that beautiful smile of his and goes to answer, opening the door a bit and talking to the person on the other side.

"He's busy at the moment...I'm sure you can wait..Sí, I'll tell him. Bye." Rudy shuts the door and rolls his eyes, going back to the kitchen and grabbing a cup. He sets it beside Ghost's plate and is about to walk away when Ghost reaches out and grabs his wrist, the grasp unintentionally tight and he doesn't notice how Rudy freezes up.

"Who was at the door?" It wasn't a question, it was an order that he expected to be answered and Rudy became nervous.

"Just some officer asking for you, I said you're busy–" "Did he report his name?" Ghost reaches out to grab his mask, close to putting it on and chasing whoever had knocked on his door.

"Major Peters–" "Dammit Rodolfo! Why didn't you tell me? I have been waiting for a meeting with that bastard all day, and now he's probably off base!"

Rudy flinches when Ghost stands up, easily towering over him and he winces when the grasp on his wrist impossibly tightens. "I didn't know, Simon, you didn't tell me."

Ghost glares down at him, too angry and stressed out to notice the fear he installed in his boyfriend. Rudy had a slightly similar childhood to Ghost, an alcoholic father who was abusive in many ways and Rudy was the youngest of three. The one left behind. Ghost was out of his control, the pent up anger and frustration exploded and the person he was taking it out on was the wrong person.

"Why don't ye use yer head, Rudy?! Turning around a Major, one knocking on my fuckin' door! Fuck!" Ghost turns away from Rudy and slams his fists down on the table, the poor piece of wood shaking as if it was struggling through an earthquake. Rudy feels tears well up in his eyes, stinging and hot but he keeps them at bay. Guilt eats at him and he is put down, angry at himself and he is scared that Ghost would be angry at him forever.

"G-ghost...lo siento," Rudy hesitates on whether or not he should lay a comforting hand on Ghost's back, choosing not to. "Ghost, por favor–"

"Shut up Rudy." Ghost growls out, trying to control himself, to calm himself. "Just get out."

Rudy lets a few tears fall, his heart hurting and he feels like he's made the biggest mistake in his whole life. "S-simon–"

"LEAVE!" Ghost roars and Rudy flinches, immediately rushing out the room and gently closing the door behind him. His tears are like a waterfall, vision blurred but he reluctantly pushes himself away from the door and hugs himself. He walks down the corridor, immediately making his way to the kitchen. Once there, he grabs dozens and dozens of ingredients and produce, pans clashing against one another as he looks for the ones he needs. The tears continued to fall freely as he began making different meals that would be able to feed a whole country, oblivious to the world around him as he sobs openly. He hated being weak in public, hated showing vulnerability to others, but the anger that swam around Ghost in a dark aura, the yells appointed at him and the victimized guilt he was experiencing– he couldn't care less anymore. He needed to bake, he needed to cook, he needed to leave his world for just a minute.

——

It takes two, agonizing hours before Ghost realizes his huge mistake, regaining control of himself and he feels like the biggest asshole in the world when he remembers his lover's face. Red and teary eyed, guilt written across those soft features and Ghost knows he acted like his father for that moment, aiming his anger at Rudy, who's done nothing but help, care, and love him for nine months. The sergeant major with a motherly personality, caring for everyone with that soft smile and warm chocolate brown eyes, his body smaller and shorter and less intimidating, getting many of the soldiers to admire him and feel at home with his motherly care.

"Bloody hell" Ghost whispers to himself, getting up from his spot on the floor and opening the door, wondering where Rudy could possibly be. He's about to make his way to Rudy's quarters when a loud and rough voice shouts at him.

"GHOST!" Shit. Honestly, Ghost would have been fine with Alejandro storming over and beating his ass to a bloody pulp for disrespecting his best friend, but Soap? Soap, who has practically become Rudy's brother figure and protector, almost always by Rudy's side and entertaining the shortest of the task force.

"Johnny–" Ghost internally grunts in pain as a fist punches upwards to his chin, his teeth clashing together and Ghost knows the Scot can pack a bloody punch.

"What t'e bloody hell did ye do to Rudy?! Poor thing is sobbin' his lit'le heart out and scared that you hate him!" Soap crosses his arms over his chest, breathing heavily as he calms himself down. "Ghost, what did you do."

"Look, I made a mistake but I need to apologize to Rudy. Where is he?" Ghost feels his blood run cold, his heart beating fast and he is experiencing feelings he's never felt before. Soap realizes this and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"He's been in the cafet'ria making excessive 'mounts of food that can solve world hunger." Soap chuckles lightly at the end but his face goes back to being solemn. "Go apologize to Rudy, just be careful."

Ghost nods, "I'm always careful, Johnny."

Soap watches Ghost jog off to the cafeteria, a sly smirk tracing his lips. "No one is careful around Alejandro."

——

Ghost stares at the entrance door to the kitchen, unsure whether he should knock or just walk right in– which choice would be better to not get slapped at by Rudy (both are, Rudy can never hurt a fly). But at times, Ghost wishes the smaller man would hit him, knock sense into him.

He chooses to walk in, stopping at the sight of Rudy sobbing on the floor with Alejandro clearly panicking and angry, soothing words spoken in their native language. The colonel looks at when the door shuts behind Ghost and any calm front he had for Rudy was dissolved quickly. He stood and stormed over to Ghost, fists grabbing the front of his shirt and he's slammed back into the door, Alejandro's charming features contorted into the face of the rage– eyes narrowed and dark, lips thinned into an ugly snarl, and teeth barred like a wild animal ready to attack.

"¡Hijo de puta! ¡Te mataré lenta y dolorosamente por lastimar a mi Rudy, pendejo! ¡Estúpido idiota inglés!" Each word is a growl, a warning tone deep in Ale's throat, the threat real and Ghost feels the slightest bit fearful. Alejandro has always been Rudy's best friend, his protector, someone who would kill the armies in the whole world to ensure Rudy is safe. Alejandro Vargas is mad, and that's when you have to start running to the hills.

"A-ale, put him down." Rudy is standing, eyes hard and Alejandro immediately complies, but he does not back away from Ghost's personal space. "You came here to talk, no? Talk."

Ghost glances at Alejandro for a second before focusing his eyes on Rudy, heart pounding against his chest and he idly wonders if it'll actually come out.

"Rudy, I want to apologize for the way I acted. I made a huge mistake on treating you like that, on taking my anger out on you. I shouldn't have done that, and I understand if you can never forgive me. But please, darling, let me make it up to you." Ghost feels like the biggest bastard in the world as he takes a good look at his beloved. Rudy's face is red, tear tracks evident and eyes puffy from all the crying (tears were still falling). His arms were wrapped around himself, shielding him, guarding him from the pain and evil in the world.

"We talked about this, Simon. I have told you so many times to talk to me. You keep up the world on your shoulders for so long, give it to someone else for just a minute, amor. I'm here, and I'll always be here for you." Alejandro leaves reluctantly when Rudy nods at the door, leaving the two in silence. Ghost inches forward, watching for any reaction and his heart, something that used to be stone cold before he met Rudy, hurts when Rudy takes a sma step back. Rudy realizes it and frowns, averting his eyes.

"Lo siento." He mumbles and Ghost walks closer to pull the sergeant major into a tight embrace, leaning down and pressing a kiss on top of Rudy's head.

"Don't be sorry, Rudy. You did nothing wrong, I can see it in your eyes that you're blaming yourself for my actions. Those were mine and solely mine, you did nothing but be the best boyfriend I can ever ask for. I don't know what I'll do without you." Ghost lets Rudy pull away slightly, letting the shorter lean up and press a soft kiss to his lips. He hugs Rudy's small waist tighter, gently lifting Rudy up and the sergeant major wraps his legs around Ghost's waist. They pull away, Rudy smiling at him and leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

"I love you, Simon. Always. I'm yours, and you are mine." Ghost chuckles, setting Rudy on an empty part of a counter and gently caressing his lover's face.

"I love you too, Rudy. I will always love you even when I'm gone." They settle in silence, holding each other before Rudy lets Ghost help him off the counter to resume cooking.

"I haven't made dinner yet."

"Darling, you made enough food to feed all the people in the world."

"This would barely feed Soap."

"That's true."

——

When Rudy wakes up the next day, he frowns when he feels the empty space beside him. He gets out of the warm bed and walks to the small living area, eyes going wide when he sees Ghost holding a small grey and white kitten.

"Simon?" Rudy whispers, making his way over to the couch and sitting down. The kitten chirps out a small meow, leaving Ghost's lap to crawl on his, nuzzling its small head against his thighs. He smiles brightly, petting the little kitten and cooing over it.

"I said I'll make it up to you." Ghost says softly, and Rudy blushes, shyly smiling up at his lover.

"Thank you, Simon." Rudy leans over to peck his lover's stubbled cheek, his blush deepening when Ghost moves his head so their lips connect together. A large and warm hand trails up his thigh, fingers teasing his inner thigh and he breaks the kiss to look up at his boyfriend.

"I can also repay you in another way, darling." Ghost growls lowly and Rudy feels his whole body heat up. He pulls away and gestures to the kitten, who had fallen asleep on his lap.

"Not right now, cariño. The baby is sleeping." Rudy teases and Ghost huffs. He was not jealous of the kitten that he, himself, had got for Rudy....

Okay, maybe a little.

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hii! i just wanted to say that i'm literally in love with your hc and one shots they're so good! and i also love rudy's appreciation in your posts he deserves the whole world and even more i love him sm and you're now my fav person on this app for giving him what he deserves <33

i also wanted to ask if you could write more about rudy and ghost as lovers i really like their dynamic as a couple and differences between them they seem like a really interesting duo (i'm a ghostsoap and alerudy enjoyer but lately ghost and rodolfo were constantly on my mind)

Ghost liked that Rudy’s first instinct upon seeing him was to tease him. Alejandro and Soap may have gotten worried he’d lash out, but it was funny and he could appreciate that. 

But he appreciated a lot about Rodolfo. 

Especially how he looked in his clothes. 

Right now, he was wearing one of Ghost’s hoodies, one of the ones that had his name on it, and it went down to his midthigh. He sleepily held a cup of coffee he had just made and he was clearly fighting a yawn. Ghost reached over and pulled the hood over his head before wrapping his arms around him. 

“You look good.”

Rodolfo shook his head. “Hm. Thank you. I know you prefer tea, but I made enough coffee if you want some.” He leaned against his chest, looking up at him. Ghost appreciated how far he had to look up. “You’re wearing your mask.” He made a face. 

“Have to leave for work soon. Price wants me in early for some reason.” 

Rodolfo said something in spanish that he hadn’t taught Ghost yet, probably on purpose, before smiling. “I’ll see you tonight then. And make sure to take off the mask when you come in. I am not coming home to a spooky skeleton on my couch.” 

Ghost laughed and snuggled him. Even through the mask, Rodolfo could feel the heat from him speaking across his neck, making him shiver. “You’re cruel.”

“Maybe. Now get out of here before Price calls me to tell you to leave.” Rodolfo pushed him gently and watched him pull on his jacket. 

Ghost straightened and the change was instant, edges hardening slightly. Rodolfo found it fascinating, trying to understand how he did it. He tried copying it on one occasion, but Ghost had gotten flustered and ask he never do that in public and then they were in bed, so Rudy got the idea it did not have the intended effect. 

He still used it occasionally, just to watch Ghost get flustered. 

Rodolfo cleaned a little since he had time before getting dressed. He kept Ghost’s hoodie on, hugging himself. Maybe it was a little sappy, but he really did like wearing Ghost’s clothes. All of his clothes smelled like ash and english tea and it definitely shouldn’t have smelled as good as it did. 

He looked around their house quickly. Their shoes were all neatly tucked by the door. There were pictures of the 141 and them all together. A couple of candids they had snuck of each other because neither of them liked pictures were framed around them. 

Maybe he’d have to break down eventually and let him get that dog. He did look cute with the other Riley.