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Playing the embassy mission in Call of Duty Modern Warfare remake made me so uncomfortable and so… sick in a way?

The way especially John Price has no regards for other human lives, especially when it comes to get one man out… I really see the drift between the canon Price and the fan one Price. This man probably doesn’t care that the people of his team dies, as long as the mission is done.

People might disagree with me on this one and everyone is entitled to their opinions

That said, remember most cod games are propaganda for people to enlist in the army so yeah, I guess there’s that

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At the beginning of the creation of my Ghost oc: ahah just Elias daughter when he cheated oversea

Oc finalised: she is Rorke daughter that he named after his best friend Elias and when Rorke “dies” Elias adopts her claiming that he had cheated and that’s why she is the same age as Logan, and her memories alters themselves so she thinks Elias is really her father. But then she looks at Rorke and wonders why his face is so familiar

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The one where the Lieutenant is talkative and you always fall victim to his ramblings

“Sir- sir please.” You spoke out again, trying to concentrate on the damn target with your sniper riffle.

“-and then, you take the other bit, plug it in, and put it around the nipple and-” The Lieutenant continued.

“Are you talking to me about torture or about sex, sir?” You asked, your eyes quickly glancing at him.

“Both. MacTavish likes it. Garrick less. Price? Well, I didn’t know this old man liked this kind of shit.” Ghost continued to talk, not caring about you and your mixed feelings about this.

Is this considered sexual harassment? You wondered out loud. Finally, you could get a good shot. You stopped breathing, as Ghost rambled on, and shot when the moment was right. The bullet went right through the skull. Flawless.

Standing up, picking up the ammo and the equipment, you realised that Ghost had stopped talking. He gave a firm nod. It meant “good job”. Spending time with the Lieutenant gave you some comprehension of his nods.

You slid into the driver seat (no way the Lieutenant was getting behind the wheel…) and you began to ride away quickly. The enemies would surely come looking for the one who shot. And for a second, you thought he would shut up.

But no! He kept talking!

“So, as I was saying-”

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Kyle be like

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Do you think Kyle hold some resentment toward Price? Especially after the man threw the hostage off, after they lost Soap, after so many set backs

Good idea for a angst I guess

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I’m writing a lil angsty thing for Gaz because I love him

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I can’t stop thinking about the 141 being mundane like

Watching the Eurovision, making a pool and a list of their favourite

Gaz and Soap dancing to Asereje and Dragostea in the common room or even when they are resting during an OP

They’re all into rugby, I headcanon Ghost must have gone into training when he was younger, definitely a Fly-Half (should I do a au of the 141 as a rugby team? Maybe)

when it is the Six Nations Championship, they all go to Price’s or to Gaz’s, and they go crazy it’s the Crunch

Price lives in a little house with a little garden, he grows his own vegetables and fruits

Soap has a house too but he prefers spending time out of deployment with his family, helping out his parents and his sisters with the kids. I kinda believe he tried to fix the strained relationship he has with his parents, and it is slowly working

I feel like Gaz and Ghost would live in apartment building, both have an annoying landlord and they complain to each other about it

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I went to Disney yesterday and damn it was my personal hell so here are some headcanons about the 141, Phillip Graves and Kate Laswell at Disney

Also thank you for the 100 subscribers/followers!!

John Price:

Can’t control his kids, has to run after them

Drive the stroller and don’t care about the other people in front of him

Definitely wraps a Mickey balloon around the stroller so he can identify his own amidst the many ones… and failed to do so. He was walking away with the wrong stroller

His wife disappeared for one second to go to the toilets and he was panicking

Definitely made customs shirts so he can spot his family easily

Forgot where he parked the car

Simon Ghost Riley:

The kind of man that walks into a crowd and expects people to move away; so of course he collided into a lot of people

Definitely eats at each food stop he finds, he just came for the food and not the rides

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

I can’t find anything to say bad about him, I feel like he would be the perfect guy to go with to a theme park

Tbh I feel like he would just take a lot of selfies and pictures, his phone always at hand

Buys a Mickey cap

John Soap MacTavish:

Wants to do all the hard rides

Definitely complains about the long queue loudly, annoying the poor cast members who have to constantly smile

Wants to take a picture with all the people in Disney costumes

Phillip Graves:

Typical American: speaks loudly and doesn’t care about the people around him, phone blaring as he listens to a video

Gives his kids his phone to pass time in the queue and have to herd them toward the ride

Gives fake smiles to the cashiers

Definitely buys everything his kids ask him to

Bonus: Kate Laswell:

Only came because of her wife

It’s her wife birthday so she pays for everything

Has to find the smoking area while her wife is at the toilets

Secretly enjoyed the soft rides

Buys her and her wife matching Rapunzel gifts

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hi hi!! im 18 , psychology major, n i have lots of pets. who in cod would like me??? thank uuu <3 I love ur content btw

Thank u firstly !!!

I would say Johnny Soap MacTavish would like you. I kinda imagine it trying to have you decipher his mind, staring deep into you and asking a hundred questions about what you are doing.

He just loves animals, I feel like he is definitely a dog person, and I see him with a dog and it is going to be very odd to say this but he always walks the dog with the poop bag. Always picks up the poop. So, if you say to him you have a lot of animals, I would say he would be really happy and wouldn’t hesitate to baby sit them.

Can I also add he would totally make psychology memes with your pets? And then send them to you to cheer you up.

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“Since when?”

“A very long time.” Simon replied, throat dry, as he observed her shaking hands getting away from the stove and the skillet she was using. It was the hardest thing he was doing and going through ever since he had lost Johnny. “Love, sit down please-“

“Don’t call me love!” She roared back, tears rolling down her cheeks, vulnerable and hurt and broken.

She slid down the kitchen counter, with a breaking wail, the kind that tore someone apart, the kind that shook the entire body. in this instant, Simon felt like watching a woman breaking down, the pieces falling apart quickly, like a building being demolished by a bomb. Everything came back to Johnny, he realised.

Slowly, he crouched down next to her, his wife, the woman who had abandoned a lot for him, who had stood there in the hospital after he deliberately let himself be shot so he could be reunited with Johnny, grabbing his hand, soothed his nightmares and for once, he felt regret. Regret that he hadn’t have the bravery to tell her that he had liked another, regret that he had pulled her into his own mess.

“I’m really sorry.” He spoke, and he didn’t realise his own tears were rolling down his cheeks, splattering around the orange tilted floor. Why was he crying? He didn’t ruin his own life, he ruined hers.

“I was just some fun for you?!” She yelled and she was right to yell, to be angry, furious at him. As quickly as it came, her ferocity died down. “You never loved me…”

What to do now? Simon had decided to take the sofa, sleeping on it in the one bedroom flat he had bought because he knew she had loved it. Now that his secret was out, that his failure and cheating was known to the one person that never hurt him, that put himself before herself, what was there to do?

He couldn’t possibly leave. Where would he go? His meager disability allowance from the UK government was not enough to cover another move. He couldn’t rent a flat. He was stuck.

He heard her waking up for work. He slowly sat down, his hip pain bursting through his body, as he watched her walk around quietly, as if to not disturb him. Even if he had hurt her, she was still caring for him. And it made his heart break even more.

When she came back, she sat down at the table. He took a seat in front of her. She looked calm and put together despite what he had revealed to her last night, but in her eyes, he could see the storm.

“What do we do now?” She had asked out loud. But in a way, Simon knew she seemed to have her own idea about their situation. “Did you ever love me?” She then questioned, this question came from her broken self esteem, he realised.

“I love you.” Simon spoke in a confident tone. It was the truth. He loved her.

“Then why did you say you were in love with someone else?”

“It’s the truth.” He replied to her questions with an honesty he didn’t believe he could manage. No more lies. “I… I fear Johnny will always be my true love, my soulmate.”

“And I am just the dumb chick that you married?” She told him with sarcasm.

“No. Don’t say that.”

“But here we are! Do you only love me because I cook for you, I pay for everything, I wash you-“

“You make me a whole again.” Simon cut her mid sentence. “You may not believe me, and I am sorry, it’s really my fault. I don’t know how to say it but- Johnny was my other half. When he died, I felt… dead inside. But you came in, you brought your sunshine with you and you put something back into me.” He looked down at his hands. “I’m sorry I hurt you. It wasn’t my intentions. But I will die again if you leave.” And he knew she would die too if he left.

There was a very heavy silence. He could see different emotions in her eyes. In a moment, he was frightened she would throw him out and file for divorce. Everything he had said was true. Johnny had been his soulmate yes, but this woman was the missing piece of the puzzle that made him a human. And who said you only had one soulmate?

“I will cook spaghetti.” She finally whispered, tears in her eyes as she stood up and went around in the kitchen.

For Simon, it meant everything.

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Hi! I saw you were open for requests so I wondered if you'd do artist reader x simon the reader is really embarassed of her sketchbook because it's full of drawings of the 141

“Watcha got?”

Being a fire support for the 141 meant a lot of things: doing the most annoying chores, having to be on the first line, travelling a lot aboard… It didn’t give opportunities to develop other skills.

(Y/N) was one of those people put in first line. A rookie if you would call her that. Being a woman in the military was hard but she did have a skill that came in handy and that she could exchange for chores… art.

Other soldiers would come to her, ask for a drawing of their families or even their pets, and in exchange, she didn’t get to clean the latrines or get more rations than usual. She liked it that way.

Always carrying her sketch book, she often flipped to draw what she didn’t want the other to see: several sketches of the four members of the 141, exercising, training, during combat, relaxing. She got even the time to draw them shirtless. She even made little funny doodles about them, the one that amused her the most was Ghost. She didn’t know why, but with his mask, the lieutenant did make her chuckle.

So it was a surprise to hear said lieutenant behind her, looking over her sketchbook, staring right at those forbidden drawings of hers. (Y/N) closed it, embarrassed and feeling a flush to her cheeks. She couldn’t even meet his eyes.

“Nothing, sir.”

“Nothing my ass.” The man replied with an annoyed huff. He was too curious for his own good. “Gimme the book.”

“With all due respect, sir, no.”

“Do you want to clean the movable latrines for the next OPs, private?” The lieutenant growled.

And this time, she yielded. With a heavy sigh, she handed him her sketchbook. (Y/N) stared anxiously as he took a seat next to her, judging her drawings and sketchs of fellow soldiers, pets and finally the 141. The mask he wore concealed away what he was feeling, his eyes emotionless.

Then, surprisingly, Ghost pointed out to one of the drawings: it was himself, lifting weight, laid down on a bench from a very long deployment last month. He then looked up at (Y/N).

“It’s wrong.”

“Wh-What’s wrong?” Did it mean it was wrong to draw him or she drew him wrong? The rookie thought and wondered.

“The tattoos. Not correct. Gotta have to do it again.” Ghost teased and this time, (Y/N) guessed he had a wolffish grin on his face.

“Uh?”

“Come tomorrow at the training ground, 09:00 sharp. I will show you. You can have all the details you want, kid.”

With that ominous request, he gave her back the book, and the Ghost stood up, dusting his pants before walking back to the main tent he shared with the rest of the 141. And (Y/N) kept feeling the embarrassing warmth on her face, intrigued of what tomorrow would bring.

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No but like, imagine being a regular soldier who is here for fire support with the poly!141, the innocent bystander of their lovey dovey comments to each other, trying to sleep while they are definitely doing stuff in the other tent, hearing their flirting over the comms, missing a shot when you hear Soap rambling about Ghost and Gaz asses… I couldn’t live tbh

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Still thinking about the fact my ex looked at me and said “all fans that thirst for Ghost or any of the fictional guys are crazy” while I was explaining some fics ideas I had 😀

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Poly GhostSoap with a sweet male s/o (or gn) who likes to gift them shinies and trinkets like crows do 🥺👉👈

I got you my friend

It was laundry day at the compound, which meant that each member of the task force would bring all the laundry and wash it collectively. This time and he didn’t escape it, Johnny was the one to gather all of the clothes from his comrades and captain. It always felt a little well… embarrassing to do the laundry of your captain.

As he pulled everything in the two machines they used, it was when he pulled his own dirty combat pants that he noticed the little rocks falling to the tilted floor.

“The fuck?” He said out loud, crouching down to inspect it. Shiny rocks, even a few shells from the location of their last mission. Odd. He didn’t remember picking it up.

He didn’t think much of it. Surely a joke from the LT or the other sergeant that served with them. Both of them, really, bunch of children. You wouldn’t guess with the brooding lieutenant but he hid his games very well.

On his way back, he crossed path with the man that had been in the 141 as the new recruit, (Y/N). The man walked by him fast, stopped when he was just in front of Soap. He grinned, like the little gremlin he was before handing him something shiny and small.

When did (Y/N) have the time to buy a goddamn keychain from the country they had been here?

It made Soap chuckle before he watched as the little gremlin dashed by, probably going to find another person as the next victim of his misfits.

And who was (Y/N)’s next victim you may ask?

Simon Ghost Riley. Yes, the living legend of the SAS who almost haunted the halls, ready to punish any rookie. He wasn’t that mean but he did enjoy seeing the rookies pissing their pants at his mere view.

And here was (Y/N) handing him a keychain. The same one as Soap but only this one was bedazzled. And very pink. Even though no one could see it, Ghost began to smile at the mere view of such shiny trinkets.

Later that evening, Soap and Ghost compared the many trinkets (Y/N) had gifted them in their shared barracks. They looked like two children showing and comparing their gifts like Pokémon cards happily. Was that love? Maybe.

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Hi! I'm a 24 year old female electrical engineer at a power plant, love plants and animals!! I've been extremely independent since college, who in cod/141 would be into it?? And what would they do/ how would they handle it??

Damn first of all I am just really impressed by your life 👏👏

I definitely see Simon Ghost Riley being into it. Since he is away most of the time, and he is pretty independent himself, I have a feeling he would like someone in his life to be the same. Someone that understands him and his ways like the needs to be alone or do something the way he wants to, but also someone that can be there for him at the same time.

Even if he sees himself as independent, he does need someone to remind him that he is human and that he needs to be taken care of

He definitely keeps a notebook where he measures the growth of your plants, when to give water, little observations. As for animals, I see Simon with a cat. Easier to take care of, definitely a cat dad.

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Just so you all know I have a new phone and I feel like a boomer and a lot of money off from my bank account ;-;

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Would you mind doing a hc about how the TF 141 react to reader coming up behind them and squeezing their chest 👀

I bet if you do that it collectively makes a squishy noise you know like those toys for dogs?

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Honestly, I don't see Kyle having a problem with it, especially if you are his romantic partner. If anything, he will just puff out his chest with a wink so you can continue as he works.

John Soap MacTavish

Jumpscare for MacTavish.

Especially if you have cold hands and you squeeze them. Probably yells so loud everyone comes to see what happened.

John Price

Utterly shocked. Just turn to look at you with a "What do you think you're doing?" look. Probably will punish you by making you clean the latrines for a whole month. (He doesn't want to admit it but he likes it. Makes him feel less of the old man he thinks he is).

Simon Ghost Riley

If you successfully approached and touched Simon, then you won't be able to live and tell the tale.

Especially if you squiz his chest with a squeezing noise and a little giggle.

One word: run.