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I was shocked--- honestly, i mean... i didn't think you would answer me because it has been too long 😭😭😭🙏 BUT OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCHHHH 💖💖🔥💖🔥💖🔥💖💖🔥🔥😭🥺

Let talk about the situation you set up at first omg i love that one the best =)))) ehehehe i did giggle at the part reader has to make tomato-cucumber-cheese salad, and boom, that rusto nasto tomato kicks their idea into the void =)))) idk, i just love that scene, so relatable 🤣 (well, a cumcuber is still a good snack if it isn't that big, is it? 💦)

Not to mention the "You trust them with your soul but not in cleaning" :') 🙏 WE MUST TRUST SOAP! AT LEAST THAT'S HIS FATE WITH THAT SIGNCALL! 🤣🙏 (i actually laughed out loud, because i just said that to my roommate minutes ago, oh those trustable people but only in live or dead situation, not cleaning 😭)

ANDDDDD back to our main topic, YOU, I LOVE HOW YOU DESCRIBE THEM 🥺🙏😭 omg how these boy snapped their head to look at reader's lips =))))) Price is my favourite 🥺🙏 like... come on, soooo dominant to the point that i would crack my jaw for him :') just kidding .-. But yah, cracking jaw is not that bad... but it's hurt... but yah... but... 😭😭😭😭😭 idk i'm rambling again with the thought you gave me!!!!!

You know when i read Gaz and Soap's one. I thought theirs would be like a magical wands that can transform their shapes =)))) they would be so small at first but then become bigger like balloons and maybe become a flower-vase-like shape with one big head and one small head I DONT KNOW IT'S JUST MY WEIRD THOUGHT WHEN YOU SAID THEY WANT READER GAG ON THEIRS WHILE READER CAN'T EVEN FIT???? IDK I'M SORRY!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Aw and how lovely these Mexican boys, they always do everything with each others. How generate they are when they want to give 2 of 10 dollars in cash to a receive-only-5-cent-coin machine 🥰 lovely 🥰🥰🥰🥰 BUT LET TALK ABOUT THESE 20 DOLLARS I WANT STOLE THEM B--- *mysteriously disappeared*

*came back after fighting for my live* well, let's talk about our baby Konig 👉👈 i wonder how clumsy could reader be when reader acidentally take his "boomshakachalaka in German with rainbow color of anxiety" in their "cracky lovely unfixedy hole using for speak and eat"? 😭🙏 like darling, can i be that clumsy too!????? 😭🙏

but yeah, after all, i'm still hungry for some thing to eat 🥺 and please, my scary Ghost 🙋‍♀️ let 🙋‍♀️ be 🙋‍♀️ more 🙋‍♀️ angry 🙋‍♀️ PLEASE! HOW DARE READER SAID THEY DON'T FIT, RIGHT? LET DESTROY THEM! But i would give Ghost some advice that if he massages behind reader's ears and somewhere around their cheeks, he could see the magic 😉 trust me bro, i tried 😉 it's not that hard to open those broken mouth again at least as... ehem... my.... ehem... mouth 🥺🙏

I just want to say thank you so much for writing this masterpiece 🥺 you really made my day (or my night i would say, it's midnight now). I love your works sooooo muchhhh 😭 please keep release those perfect yummy works, i loveeeee themmmm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(I didn't play MW3 but i watched youtube short and have been spoiled what happened. I cried too 😭🙏 oh dear, i can't believe it at first, i can't even watch the ending again 😭)

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(Anyway some good news about me if you have some free time to read: i finally find the way to cure my jaw, it will take a lot of money but i have been saving already enough. I will start my treatment next year, i hope i could open my mouth widely easily again without using my hands to crack them open 😭🙏)

Umg umg umg, i hope you would like this request 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I have two to shared but you could choose one 🥺 (bruhhhh, i hope my English is good enough to be understood)

1. (NSFW) Reader had some injured in the past about their jaw that they can't open their mouth widely (just about 2.5 to 3cm). When they try to eat a quite big cumcuber, they have to bite slowly each pieces and tell others that "I hate this, can't eat something big". When 141 members see it, they immediately have a thought "So how could they take my cock?" even they don't even mean that. What do you think they (141) would react about their thought? I guess Ghost will be really annoyed by his thought 🤣 (anyway i do have that problem so whenever i want to eat a spoon of something, i have to adjust it to fit my mouth @@ that's so pissed off)

2. (SFW) For some reasons reader have to pretend that they betray 141. Maybe they have to make the enemies believe that they're in the enemies' side (reader is a spy, perhap), or you just can choose to not mention it. But reader can't tell 141 to keep their (141) safety. I wish i could know their reaction about reader's betrayal and what if reader's eyes redden or even cry while they try to keep straight face during the betrayal scene 🥺

It’s 1:02 a.m. here, and I was playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. I don’t know what to say, but I am ugly crying. I won’t spoil it for those who haven’t played yet, but my heart got ripped out of my chest. Writing is my only coping mechanism, so I decided to grab my laptop and write for them, for myself, and for those who played it and felt the same way as I did or didn’t.

Well, I well use this opportunity to make amends since I have abandoned writing and we will start with little cuty user, and her requests.

Characters mentioned : John Price - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - König - Simon "Ghost" Riley - Alejandro Vargas - Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.

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I hope you liked it!

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1.

Tired and hungry were the worst combination at this moment, now that you were finally about to start writing tha damn report. Why did you have to personally write a report?

The report has to be on captain Price's desk today before noon, but as your pen meet the paper, your stomach grumbled louder than a shot gun.

Sighing you stood up, abondonning the idea of ever finishing this report in time. You can't leave your poor stomach empty for the sake of something as foolish as a report, plus you knew captain Price won't scold you much, as long as the report gets to his office before he leaves to his well deserved vacation. You can't wait to eat a fresh meal for yourself and maybe, key word: maybe, leave some for others.

Lost in thoughts you haven't even noticed that you had reach the kitchen. Now here comes the second challenge, actually cooking.

Looking at the small counter, you had one thought, what can you eat? Let's make it more understadable, what can you eat which is easy to cook and you won't have problem chewing? Reminder, you can't open your jaw more than 3 cm.

Well, that will depends, you thought as you opened the fridge to be meet with one lonely tomato, one cucumber, a piece of cheese that no one wanted to eat and nothing more.

Oh, we left to the mission before we could shop!

Groaning in disappointment, you pulled out the three of out. With the issues with your jaw, you can choose either the tomato, the cheese, the cucumber (but it has to be cut into small pieces, and that's too much work!) or you can combine them all to create a tomato-cucumber-cheese salad (You had to fill the void in your stomach somehow and tomato, cucumber or cheese alone won't do it). Unfortunately, as you were about to grabbed the tomato, you noticed two things, it was too soft, mushy, and smelly.

You grimaced, examinating the three items, and the only surviver was cucumber, with the cheese having mold all over it. So, cucumber alone it is, sighing you turned to grab a knife, to at least cut it into smaller pieces, but it seems you wasted all your luck just now.

You facepalmed at the unwashed stack of dishes. You haven't noticed them, with your back facing where they were buried in the sink. They must have been left here when Laswell called for an urgent mission, since no one uses this kitchen except the 1-4-1, you and occasionally, the Mexican boy (Alejandro) and his flowery companion (Rudy) when they visit.

Speaking of the devil, you peered over your shoulder to see the squad chatting as they strolled towards the grand table, between the door and the counter. Their shoulders weren't tensed as it was a few hours ago. They were actually making jokes minus Ghost obviously, but even he have the green aura around him.

Seeing as they were safe to approach, you coughed catching their attention immediately, but before anyone could greet you with a teasing nicknames, you pointed out at the sink.

"I cleaned, the week before, your turn," you pointed at Soap, who's shoulder sank as he teared up, but you knew it was all an act to wiggle his way out, but not this time.

Once he noticed that it wasn't working, he give in and walked towards you, picking on your cheeks before wearing the gloves. Pink gloves, that you purposely brought just to have a good laugh at Ghost, a scary man in hello kitty's gloves. It was the finiest memory you cherished among others.

"Colonel Vargas, Sergeant Major Para," you nodded at the two before greeting the others.

"I asked you too many times to just call me Alejandro, we aren't strangers after all," he grinned as you just nodded, giving up on arguming.

Taking the empty seat between Ghost and Price, you listened to their madone talks as you tried to take on the big boy, cucumber.

Why were cucumbers so big? You though dreadly as you tried to fit it in your mouth, but of course the thing was too big.

"I hate how I can't fit anything big in my mouth," you mumbled but of course, it has to be silence the moment you decided to complain.

You pushed your lips forcefully apart, just enough to not hurt yourself but enough to fit the head of the cucumber in your mouth because there is no way you were going to wait until Soap cleans the dishes, plus you had to go over them. You can trust them with your soul but never in cleaning.

Everyone snapped their head towards you, eyes widen. Their watched how your eyes narrawed as you biten small pieces of the cucumber. They all had one thought in minds, how will their cocks fit in your mouths when you can't fit a cucumber, a mini size.

Price was the first to lean back, and tried to come with a way to train your jaw. He was a patient man, he can start small, few licks here and there. You can started by fitting the head, then slowly you will be able to fit it all in, just right. He licked his lower lip just at the thought of how you, his fierce soldier, will look cute down on your knees just for him.

Gaz and Soap on the other hands had the same though, how will it fit in your mouth, but more of concerned about your safety and comfort, not like Price will force anything upon you but the old man knew better than anyone that you won't resisting once he has his hands on you. They don't mind much, even though they fantasised many time about you gagging around it as you tried to do your best to please them.

For the Mexican boys, same question, and as much they didn't want to have such lewd thoughts of someone they respected. Like the others they didn't mean it. It was out of their controle. The thought was so pleasant, that they have to see it in real life—I mean, They had to test the theory in real life, maybe you can defy your believe, they can help prove yourself wrong and that you take more than just one cock—Uhh, what they mean, darling, is that you shouldn't push yourself too much, you are a valuable memember of 1-4-1 and no one wants you hurt.

König, he was panicked in Germany, Wie werden sie meine glied nehmen können? (How will they be able to take my cock? I don't know the word for cock in germany so don't come at me, please, I just started learning the language!). When I say he was panicking, I mean sweating as he thought of all possibilities that may accure if one day, he couldn't control himself and accidently, slide it on your mouth. He was scared of breaking your poor jaw, he didn't want you to hate him, not when he loved admired you so much.

Ghost was the contrary of them all, he was annoyed, grumbling under his breath like grounded child. How dare you you? How dare not be able to take it? All along the mission, he was holding on, barely, but still holding on his hands to his side and cock in its place just to be able to get you under him once you were all back. He had planned it all. Today, after this little warm hearting meeting with everyone he will slide away and get into your office, knowing you were busy writing your report, and seduce you or whatever, just to get you on your knees, but now you had to tell him you can't take him???? Who are you to decide that?

In conclusion, everyone was in their clouds, imagining and thinking whatever they wanted to do to you while you sobbed in your corner over the still existing void in your stomach.

I am still hungry, you sighed, as you finished your cucumber.

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Vietnamese!Reader? How about that?

Warning: swearing, kinda offensive i guess but just for fun (so sorry...), personal opinions,...

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Price: why on earth do you use those chopsticks--

Reader: to eat pizza? Yes, and it would be better if I add more fish sauce.

Soap: maniac! Anyway, lemme try it

Ghost: *calls 911*

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Konig *teaching reader German*: it's not that hard to pronounce them…

Reader: I totally can't…

Soap: Oh, so how can you say "A stork with a collar bites the grass next to a really small palm branch" in Vietnamese?

Reader: con cò có cổ cắn cỏ cạnh cành cọ con con?

Soap: So why the f*ck that you can't pronounce those vowel in German!?

Reader: I DON'T KNOW!?

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*in the club*

Soap *showing off his dancing skill*

Gaz *chilling with the music*

Ghost and Price *looking at reader doing the vinahey dance*

Reader: I'M A FREAKING CEILING FANNNNN!

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Reader *holding a birthday so-called cake*: happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, sir!

Price: is it rice?… You make a cake from rice!?

Reader: hey it's called Chưng cake!

Gaz: as far as I know, nobody in Vietnam use that cake as a birthday one….

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Ghost *injured siriously*: Don't---

Reader: you don't have the right to command.

Reader *cures his wound with Vietnamese green oil and let him smell the Golden Star Balm*

(that is stupid, don't do it at home pleaseeeee)

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Ghost: where is (s)he?

Soap: Making bombs out of shit

Gaz: disgusting

Ghost: but it works

(have you ever heard about Vietnamese traps during war?)

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Southern!Reader: BOMB!

Soap: WHERE!?

Reader: THERE! *pointing at the apple tree*

Soap: ???

Reader: well, in the South of Vietnam, we call apple "bom" which have the same pronounce with bomb

Ghost: is it French?

Reader: kinda

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Gaz: I'm scared of nothing...

Gaz *pointing at reader's handwriting*: ... but this---

Reader's letter: đon't tell me that i need to đo thát shit. Love u.

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Price: today R/n wish me good luck.

Soap: it's not "touch wood", sir...

Ghost: it's a puss-

Reader: KI KI KI KI KI, GHOST SHUT THE FUCK UP!

(*ki ki ki* is the way Vietnamese people get a dog's attention. Anyway this is a lucky sign:

and this is how i tell others that "you're a c^nt"

this picture is used for illustration, this woman didn't mean that, it's just a misunderstanding)

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OMG CHRISTINE!

Portraits of our beloved Christine and Raoul! 🌸 Feel free to use as icons or wallpapers. The coloured drawing of Erik is coming soon…

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I'M CRYING!!!!!

screaming about the first unmasking in poto italy and it’s probably my favorite unmasking that I’ve seen

christine wakes up and she’s so EXCITED that erik is a man like she’s singing and she makes eye contact with and grins at him and it makes erik so nervous. right after she grins “there was a man” he turns around on the piano bench and starts fidgeting and glancing up at her as she approaches and then he scooches over as she sits beside him but she just moves closer and closer and they’re touching hands and then christine starts caressing the unmasked side of his face for a moment before taking off the mask. and then he just explodes and is all is THIS not what you wanted?? and then he starts off with a dark chuckle for stydi but he quickly loses face and he’s just so heartbroken about it. once christine sees he’s devastated more than anything, she looks at him with such compassion 🥺 and the final “oh christine, no” he cries and starts rocking back and forth weeping. christine tries to comfort him but he flinches away from her and huddles against the bed and christine tries again, holding out the mask and he finally takes it

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IT'S YOUUUUU, YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH RED HAIR CHRISTINEEEE. OMGGGGG

Hey 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 since you're ask box is opened, C-CAN I HAVEEEEEEEE A REQUEST DEAR MADEMOISELLE!? 🥺🥺🔥🔥🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

RED HAIR CHRISTINE RED HAIR CHRISTINE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 I love your red hair, just tooo must than normal cause you look so slay with it. So could you cosplay Christine with your real hair or your red wig? I think you would be sooooo perfect 🥺

Love you 💓

BONJOUR MY LITTLE ANGEL! 😍🩷

Here I am with your request! 🥺🩷

First of all, thank you so much for your lovely words, you're always super kind with me!🥹🥹🩷🩷

I decided to use my real hair instead of a wig to take this picture, even if today my curls were a bit messy and rebel ops 😂😂🩷🩷

Anyway...

YOUR REDHEAD CHRISTINE IS THERE! 😍😍🌹🌹

(with a total improvised outfit lol) 😂🩷

PS. Love you tooo🥺🥺🩷🩷

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All China Christine’s.

Yang Chenxiuyi, Pan Hangwei, Lin Shao, Cai Min (u/s), and Li Zemei (swing).

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Yo...

Christine and Meg: *sitting on a bench together*

Erik: why do you two look so upset?

Meg: sit down and we’ll tell you

Erik: *sits down*

Christine: this bench is freshly painted

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Consegui

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I remember there was mist

Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake

There were candles all around

And on the lake there was a boat

And in the boat there was a man... ❤️

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Erik: My future wife must be intelligent, unfazed by even the most of disturbing things, and capable in every way possible—

Christine: [trips and falls with a tray of cupcakes in her hands and then proceeds to sob for thirty minutes]

Erik: That one. That’s the one i want.

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Soap: I’m gonna have to meet men lying down.

Y/N: …I thought’cha did??

Soap: OI!

✦Incorrect C.o.D Quotes Nine✦

(Sexual Implication) Ghost, trying to be sexy by whispering: Gaggin’ for it, aren’t ya, love? Soap: Nope. Ghost: No? Soap: I don’t gag on anything. Ghost: *404 Error* Soap: …Ghost? Si? Simon, are you alright?

-- Y/N: Let’s play a word association game! Ghost: Why? Y/N: Because I saved your ass last mission and I’m bored, so you owe me. Ghost: *sigh* Fine. Y/N: P e r f e c t . Gaz: ?? Y/N: Cold. Ghost: Winter. Y/N: Spring. Ghost: Mattress. Y/N: Soft. Ghost: Comfortable. Y/N: Pleasant. Ghost: Sunset. Y/N, With a shit eating grin: Beautiful. Ghost, unconsciously: Johnny- Y/N: YES Gaz: OHHHHHH Ghost: Soap: *gasp* Simon!~ Ghost: I’m going to go crash in a heli. Y/N: I KNEW IT I KNEW IT-

-- Alex: Bitch do you want me to jump across this table? Because I don’t have all day for this. Norris: You feeling froggy? Leap. Alex: Okay, well here I come- Farah: Alex no, no- hOLD OFF

-- (NSFW Joke) Y/N: Oh sorry. I almost drank out of your cup. Soap: Wh-Just go ahead, it won’t matter! Y/N: Well I- Yeah no, you’re right. I’ve drank out of your cups dozens of times. Soap: We’ve sucked the same dick- Y/N: That’s a good point! Ghost: ….*sigh*

-- Gaz: What kind of girl do you like? Soap: My wife. Gaz: And you? Ghost: Johnny’s wife. Gaz: OH- Price, knowing they recently started a poly situation: Pfft-

-- (Use of the word pussy because haha) Gaz, filming: Pffft- Soap: Shhshh- Y/N in the hallway: FORTY THREE FUCKING CENTS! AHHHHH Soap: *wheeze* Y/N: I NEED A SUGAR DADDY!! Gaz: PFFFT- Soap: I can’t breathe- Y/N: At this rate I’m ready to plaster my fuckin’ pussy on the sidewalk for some sPARE CHANGE! Gaz & Soap: *doing that silent cackle thing and smack each other in the arm* Ghost, leaning into the room: What the f- Y/N: SPAARE CHANGE, SPARE CHANGE! ANYONE GOT ANY SPARE CHAAANGE?! Gaz: *coughing* Soap: Steamin’ Jesus I’m fucking crying- Y/N, passing by the room: 🎵Walkin’ in a winter wonderlaaaand🎶

-- Y/N: Would you love me? Gaz: Y/N: Gaz: Y/N: Gaz: Would I love you if…? Y/N: nO ThAt wAs tHE QuesTiOn-

-- Y/N: Pretty boy! With me I said! Rudy: Rudy: Rudy: Oh I’m pretty boy! Y/N: Yes! Oo that came out a bit quick- (Also works with Soap & Gaz, honestly)

-- (THIS IS A CONCEPT IM TOO WHIMPY TO WRITE, SO HAVE IT HERE! THIS COULD WORK WITH SO MANY CHARACTERS Also, NSFW warning) Ghost: I don’t miss. Y/N, on his ear piece: Never? Even with distractions? Ghost: *turns his scope* Not ever. *just about to take a shot* Y/N: Hmm…what if I went… Mm Simon~ Ghost: *misses* Y/N: Ya missed. Ghost: Cheeky bitch…

-- Gaz: Alright, so, since we’re now in America and we have some time to kill, I went and I got you something. Y/N: Aww Gaz, you really didn’t have to- Gaz: *puts down their Whataburger order* Y/N: OH MY GOD Price: Really? Gaz: *shrug* Soap: *snickering as Y/N Fucking demolishes some fries* Y/N, having the time of their life: Garrick you ever need your dick sucked, a dead body buried, a beer or whatever, you call me. I got’chu Gaz: BAHA- Soap: *wheeze* Ghost: Are you fucking crying? Y/N with their mouth full: I missed it so much.

-- (Team bonding exercises) Soap: You’re a football player, it’s in ya blood! Gaz: That’s racist. Soap: Your soul? Gaz: That’s racist! Soap: …your eyes? Gaz: That’s gay- Soap: That’s homophobic. Gaz: That’s black. Soap: That’s racist!! Gaz: Damn- (this one is extra funny since Gaz is now confirmed LGBT)

-- Gaz: You overrated little twink! Soap: Hey I am a TWUNK, alright?! That is a combination, twink, and HUNK, get it?? Hunk-

-- Soap: Hey~ Fem!Y/N: You’re Gay. Soap: …oh yeah. Soap: *looks at Ghost* Soap: Hey.~ Ghost: *sigh*

-- Soap: I’m gonna have to meet men lying down. Y/N: …I thought’cha did?? Soap: OI!

-- Soap: Everyone says what a giving person I am! Y/N: He’s talking about when you’re in an upright position.

-- Graves: What if there’s a connection? Y/N: I think there’s a connection between your brain and wallpaper paste.

-- Shepard: Now you’re always ornery, rude, unpleasant, and sometimes downright mean. That’s part of your charm. Y/N: Thank you, you colluding-county-hopping-idiotic-relic. Price: *pride*

-- Alex: Oh my god, how are you such a good driver? Soap: Because there’s illegal shit in here. Alex: Soap: Because if I don’t use my turn signal, we’re both gonna do fifteen. Because I am going to lie and say yours. Alex: ….. Soap: Put your seatbelt on, sweetheart. Alex: *clicks it in places* Soap: You are not safe!

-- (Sucking dick joke) Kidnapper: You’re gonna do as I say or I will make you regret ever being born. Y/N: Oh please, I’ve sucked dicks more intimidating than you. Soap: Oh this is why Simon was the way he was after we rescued you both last time.

-- Soap, shoving marshmallows in his mouth: This isn’t very ha-*chokes* MILF!Y/N, across the fucking base: ….*mom instinct* Price: ??? Ghost: Uh- Y/N: Something just happened. Kyle: PFFT-

-- MILF!Y/N: *letting Soap & Gaz lean on her while Price and Ghost stand close behind* Untrue. I’m a mother now. It’s really changed my perspective. Graves: And do you find it hard juggling life and a career? Y/N: You can juggle these nuts.

-- Soap: *rambling* Soap: Agh, sorry, I’m just goin’ on and on- Ghost: Oi, keep talking before I kick your ass. Soap: ….. Gaz: See? This is exactly what I m-where the fuck are these flower petals coming from?? ARE THOSE SPARKLES??

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💖 It's just me singing PotO songs in Vietnamese 💖

Warning: well... i don't know how to sing, honestly i don't even how to act or set my camera not to only focuse on my face (omg the default setting is so weird!!!). But i'm here, with some passion of translating my favourite musical without any knowledge about music, sharing you some of songs i'm working on and the videos i sing them 🥺

I have been working on those songs:

Think of me = Thương nhớ em

Angel of music/the Mirror = Hỡi thiên thần âm nhạc/Làn gương

The Phantom of the Opera = Bóng ma của nhà hát

I remember there was mist = Mình chợt nhớ ra

All I ask of you / Reprise = Và em chỉ mong như vậy / Ta đã dâng hiến tiếng nhạc

Wishing you were somehow here again = Mong sao cha vẫn luôn ở mãi bên cạnh

Poor fool he makes me laugh = Ôi hắn ta ngu làm sao

Twisted every way = Chẳng còn nơi để đi

Wandering child = Bé con

Final lair = chốn cuối cùng

And... i here, the video i sing...

Think of me

This is the second song i translated after the title song, based on the 2004 version. Those notes were too high for me soooo i cracked a lot 😭 i even had to lower my voice cause i was scared that my parent would know i didn't do my homework but film myself singing =)))) (i'm final year highschooler 🤧)

Other songs?

Nah... i have just known that every post is just allowed one video...

Too sad 😭

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Omg 😭

Can you make Gustave and Erik doing something? I don't know but in my mind, these two gets the poor Christine crazy.

(because yes, in my perfect world Christine lives and she's happy with her boys lol)

@batcount27 🍐👍

Behind the scenes:

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You’ve just moved in with Simon. Great.

There’s one slight problem, though: Due to the nature of his work, the guy interprets everything as an order. And executes accordingly.

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You sit on the kitchen’s table, enjoying breakfast together, when you notice the full trash bin.

“The trash needs to be taken out,” you casually mention, not giving it too much thought.

But, to your surprise, Simon shoots up from his chair like a coiled spring, leaving his half-eaten food behind. “Roger that,” he responds and jogs towards the trash bin, leaving you baffled.

“Simon?”

He stops and turns to look at you.

“Hm?”

“You don’t have to do it right now.”

“When do you want it done?” he asks, waiting for your next command.

“Wh-whenever you can,” you reply, uncertain how else to phrase it.

“I can do it now,” Simon declares and proceeds to the trash bin.

“Babe, we’re eating.” You say and point at the semi-eaten food on the kitchen table.

He looks at the food, then back at you. He shrugs.

“No,” you state, “Come sit down and finish your breakfast first.”

He nods as if Price just gave him the objectives for his next mission and jogs to the table to resume his breakfast.

He’s always like this. Last week, you found a cockroach running in the bathroom, and you screamed so loud that he almost kicked the door. When he asked you what you wanted him to do, your first instinct was a very loud and clear “KILL IT!” without thinking about your statement’s repercussions. He chased it around, murmuring stuff like “Target’s on the move” and other nonsense until he trapped the cockroach in a corner. He stepped on it once and twisted his foot. The cockroach was dead. Gone. Kaput. But he wanted to do it again, to “confirm the kill.” When you told him there was no need since the cockroach was already a pulp and left you all to a better place, he refused and ordered an “evac” of the bathroom to “do it properly.” And when you asked if “properly” meant an AK-47 and camo apparel, he thought about it long and hard before agreeing that further escalation would be unnecessary.

Be it his ingrained behaviour as a soldier to execute orders, deeply rooted within his system, or his fear not to let you down, he was finding it difficult to leave his work duties at the door. He always carried them inside—in the living room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. He acted like Ghost, not Simon. Everything was a matter of order to him, and there was no time for relaxation.

But it doesn’t have to be like this; you want him to know that. He doesn’t have to be so rigid at home. He can relax and take a step back from his institutionalised habits.

To prove your point, you decide to give him another instruction, this time more indirectly.

You glance at the sink; some pans are picking out from making breakfast this morning.

“Oh boy,” you moan, trying to pull off an act, “we have to clean the dishes at some point.”

He raises his head to look at the kitchen sink, then sides-eyes you.

“Any particular time you want that done?” He asks, ironically.

“I said ‘at some point’, Simon,” you snap, “there’s no urgency.”

“You also said we ‘have’ to do it,” he snaps back. “‘Have to’ has some sort of urgency in it, doesn’t it?”

You chuckle, impressed by his attention to detail. “You’re right, but it’s more of a general statement,” you reply. “We can do it whenever it’s convenient.”

Simon processes your words and nods.

You stare at him while he eats, and you feel a tug at your heart, urging you to address the underlying issue on your mind. You take a deep breath, searching for the right words to express your feelings without offending him. You reach out and touch his arm to grab his attention. He turns to face you.

“You’re so dedicated to what you do; it’s one of the things I love about you,” you begin, “but our home should be a place where we can both unwind and be ourselves without feeling like we’re constantly on a mission.”

He furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” he asks.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, wanting to explain them in a way that resonates with him.

“Well, when you jump to fulfil every request or task like it’s an order, it sometimes feels like we’re always on duty,” you explain gently. “I want us to create a more relaxed atmosphere here, where we can enjoy each other’s company and take things at a slower pace.”

He thinks about it for a while.

“Am I doing that?” He asks.

You slowly nod with a gentle smile.

“Affirmative,” he replies, “I’ll try to take it down a notch.”

“No ‘roger’, no ‘affirmative’, nothing like that is needed here,” you explain.

“Is ‘alright’ alright?” He asks.

“Yes,” you smile, “alright is alright.”

He finishes his breakfast and puts his dish in the sink.

“So,” he says, pointing one hand at the dirty dishes and the other at the bin. “Is there any particular order in which you want these two to be done?”

You smile. “No, babe; you take out the trash, and I’ll do the dishes.”

“Underst-alright, alright.” He corrects himself and walks to the garbage. He ties up the bag’s strings and picks up the bin. He spots you looking at him.

“Am I doing something wrong?” He hesitates.

“Why are you taking the entire bin with you?”

He keeps looking at you and places the bin on the floor.

“Just in case the bag’s ripped,” he explains, “I don’t want to spill garbage juice on the floor.”

“Oh.”

“Should I take the bag only?” He asks and begins to remove it from the bin.

“No… that’s pretty smart, actually.”

He raises his eyebrows and points a thumb at himself.

“Yes, Simon,” you nod and smile, “you’re pretty smart and considerate. I’ll carry out the same procedure while on trash bin duty.”

He puffs up his chest and picks up the bin with the bag in it.

“I’m dedicated, smart and considerate.” You hear him boast to himself as he walks towards the exit, ready to execute his mission.

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just Ian Jon Bourg things

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This morning i dreamt about them, my ex friends, it made my morning become so bad and i almost lost all of my energy. But then i read this, the Alejandro's part. Omg it makes my day better 😭😭😭😭😭

COD with a Traumatized!Reader

Requested: Yes [how about the 141 boys with a heavily traumatized reader?]

Warnings: Abuse and trauma

A/N: you didn’t specify what type of trauma or what type of relationship so I tried to do a few different types of trauma with different relationships.

Price - Parental Trauma - Platonic

Price is all too aware of how you, his newest recruit, are all too skittish around him. How you cower when he raises his voice or how you fuck your head and flinch when he lifts his hand to do anything, your voice on the verge of breaking whenever he does get you to talk to him. He figured you were just soft at first, someone in way over their head with this military stuff. He’s certain you’ll never make it. Almost demands that you get discharged before your head gets blown up by some sniper. And then he learns that your fear is almost exclusive to him. He sees you interact with other recruits, rough and loud and mean with you, and you barely even flinch, taunting them right back with your words and fists. It gets him curious but he’s quick to shut it off, it’s your business, not his. But he hears through the grave vine anyways, about how your parent hurt you, with words and touch alike. It infuriates him but he does his best to not treat you any differently just because of your trauma, though he’s unintentionally a little softer around you. A little quieter.

Gaz - Unspecified Trauma - Platonic

Gaz has always recognized that you’re a little jumpy, fidgety, nervous. Always looking around like something is out to get you. He could tell how intimidated you were by loud noises and people bigger or stronger than you, how you seemed to just shrink in on yourself or go all quiet, mumbling whenever you were asked a question, practically inaudible. He never asked what made you this way, and you never told him. But it didn’t matter to him. All the same, no matter your trauma, he wants to help you through it. Gentle and so so patient as he helps you find your bravery, helping you process your trauma in a calm environment, letting you vent and cry to him if you ever needed it, his ears and arms always open to you.

Ghost - Sex Trauma - Romantic

Ghost is understanding of your trauma and all that it ensues. He’ll never push you into anything you’re not ready for, even if you might never be ready for it. Even if that extends to such things as cuddling or holding hands. Sometimes he wishes he could get closer to you but he understands how it feels when everything is just altogether too much. When it feels like you’d rather peel off your own skin then be touched by another human being. And if it’s something you overthink or worry about, he’s always ready to reassure you with his words, telling you that he doesn’t need sex or physical touch to know that he loves you.

Soap - Spousal Abuse Trauma - Romantic

Soap always suspected something was a bit odd with your behavior when you neared the more serious beginnings of your relationship. You started agreeing to everything he said so quickly, never really putting in an opinion of your own. You just seemed to….retreat into yourself. It was really worrying him, though he tried not to let it show, not wanting you to get concerned. When you confide in him about your experiences with your previous spouse, he’s livid. He wants to bash in that person’s face, give you their heart carved up on a platter. It takes him a minute to realize he’s scaring you with his anger and he has to work to reel it back in, his hands so gentle as they cup your cheeks, assuring you that he’d never do anything to purposefully hurt you.

Alejandro - Abandonment Trauma - Platonic

Alejandro knew that there was something different about you from the moment he met you. He could see how quickly you attached yourself to people but also how little you talked about yourself or your life, nothing of your hobbies or enjoyment, no matter how much you were prodded at for answers. How anxious you seemed when someone was just the littlest bit annoyed or off that day, curling in on yourself like you’d done something wrong. Like a kicked puppy. It worried him, even if he wasn’t the closest to you. He’ll prod at you, try his hardest to get you to open up, chipping away at the steel bars around your soul, piece by piece. And he’s so upset when he finally gets you to confide in him about what’s wrong. He doesn’t understand how someone could ever abandon someone like you, and silently vows to make sure you never have to worry about being left behind again.