#Cod mw3

[spiltspit]

Red Team

[abusivegymrat]

Think of a reader who can’t fucking sit straight even the manliest men are anxious fucks while they consider manspreading near her, before deciding against it.

Think of a reader who could and would have her feet on the table in front of the fucking president or something.

Think of a reader who puts her feet on Simon’s shoulders while sitting behind him in briefing, while the entire room freezes in fear.

Think of a reader who nudges his temple with her boot when he opens his mouth to object behind the balaclava.

Think of a reader who got uncomfortable in a vehicle during a co-op mission with some other team, and even though she’s reckless, she knows her limits and shows respect. So she’s not sitting weird, not when everyone’s trying to fit.

So think of the reader’s reaction when the men near her finally take this chance to manspread as if it’s a competition.

“Close them the FUCK up, your dick isn’t even that big. It doesn’t need more space than me.”

haha this happened to me in metro today, the woman saying that was so badass omg😭

[connorsui]

Dad! Price + pregnant! reader

John Price wasn’t a man prone to sentiment. But lately, he’d caught his son watching him with that quiet, studious expression that five year olds wore when they were trying to understand something big.

It started small. A look, a tilt of the head when John helped you ease onto the couch, one hand steady at your back, the other adjusting the pillows just right. Then came the little imitations—a small hand pressed to your knee when you sighed, a too-big glass of water pushed into your hands before you even asked for it.

Yeah. The boy was watching.

John saw it in the way his son trailed after him, his steps careful and deliberate, like he was trying to map out the rhythm of care he has always provided for you.

He didn’t just follow orders; he anticipated. When John pulled out a chair for you, the boy did the same at breakfast the next morning, brows drawn in concentration as he dragged the heavy thing across the floor. When John pressed a hand to your lower back in passing, the kid reached up later, tiny palm resting there for half a second before scampering off, satisfied with a smile that he made his mother feel comfortable.

And when you winced one evening, shifting uncomfortably, it was your son who slipped off the couch without a word, returning a minute later with one of your small heating pads from the bathroom. He set it down beside you, nudging it toward your hand before looking up expectantly.

John, sitting across from you, just huffed a quiet laugh.

Smart boy.

He didn’t tell him to do any of this. Didn’t have to.

The kid was simply learning straight from him. Picking up on the way his father moved around his mother, how he noticed things before you had to say them, how care wasn’t in grand gestures but in the easy, natural rhythm of love.

John caught his son’s eye, tilting his head just slightly. The boy straightened a little, waiting.

Good lad, he thought, with a small nod of approval.

He was going to turn out just fine.

[abusivegymrat]

One day…

one day i will repost this again and have enough courage to tag the writers i wanna be moots with

my balls are shaking welp

chat pick a date/milestone and I'll do it then...

[noahdrawsalot]

“THE PINK FROSTING JOHNNY, PINK!”

“I’m TRYING SI-!”

“ARE YOU COLOUR BLIND SERGEANT?”

“HAUD YER WHEESHT-!”

Cue some homoerotic cake making

[spring-rol1]

"luv.... You didn't have to do this... I thought we were doing just alright...." John says defeatedly, looking at you with betrayal

"John it's-"

"Did.... Did I not love you enough?...."

"Listen Joh-"

"Did I not do enough..."

"John I-"

"Love-"

"OH FOR GODSAKES JOHN, ITS GONNA GROW BACK"

"BUT WHY WOULD YOU SHAVE LOVE. YOUR HONEYPOTS' BARE."

or just John Motherfucking Price feeling depressed after he found out you shaved your precious hair down there

[millzinterlude]

Pt. 2 Pt 3

Okay but what about autistic!Simon Riley bagging a beautiful bombshell of a woman just by simply being weird and abnormal about his interests?? He meets this pretty bird at a pub. You’re sexy in an effortless way, looking him up and down and giving him pretty smiles. He’s a bit aloof, but he also thinks you’re pretty. So when you approach him the first thing that spills out of his mouth is “I have a lot o’ guns inside my house.” It takes you by surprise. You just smile and nod, a little freaked out by it and he takes that as the chance to continue. Even pulls out a knife. “This one ‘ere is Riley. Real special t’me, gets the job done. Quick ‘n easy. Y’wanna hold ‘er?” He sticks a large hand out, offering you his knife. You hold it, letting the weight of it rest in your hands, you give him an awkward smile. He gives you a slight grin, thinking he’s really got you in the bag. So he pulls out his phone, showing you pictures of guns. One in particular being a picture of a L115A3. “‘S a damn good sniper. Ever seen someone get hit bullseye in the head with its bullet? No’ a pretty sight I’ll tell you that much, but she’s a right beaut. Silent and efficient.” He rambles about how he knows to use it and how he can easily take it apart and put it back together again. You have to admit, it’s hot. Watching him rattle on and on about a plethora of guns shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. So you just smile and nod, actually listening to him and boy does that excite him. He ends up taking you to his flat, holding up and showing you every gun while you throat him and listen <3.

[mushandbread]

Rip

Rip guys

[fludderpy]

It’s been a while since I sketched my boy Riley so here’s my hc for his face

Ty Samuel for making him so pretty 🫶🏽 hehehe

~

Lil bonus sketch cuz I love them and I’m just a girl:

[spiltspit]

Really?? THIS gets flagged for mature? 😭

Anyways Knight Ghost and Highlander Soap forced to work together 🤲

[reblog-spam-assassin]

I can actually see Simon doing this. Like he doesn't like human physical contact, but he tolerates or feels more comfortable with the demons physical touch.

Honestly, that makes a whole lot of sense. Kinda sweet and wholesome in a way, if you think about it.

Soap: You’re 37? You look younger!

Ghost: I let a demon possess me in exchange for eternal youth.

Soap: Haha, you’re so funny, Lt.

Soap leaves

Demon inside Ghost: You gotta stop saying that, mate. Someone is gonna believe you.

Ghost: I’m getting tea.

Demon inside Ghost: Oh, with biscuits?!

[abusivegymrat]

Soap who gave into his curiosity and bought a period cramp simulator off of amazon one sunday night, letting his ego take over and turning it to the maximum level.

“Johnny?”

“Ngghh, yes, love—?”

“Why are you on the floor, curled up in a fatal position like a sick Victorian child my dear?”

[secretsandscars]

~Quick painting study I did recently - the man, the legend, the SAS scalpel - Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick ❤️‍🔥~

[pythonmoth]

Soap who gets captured and brainwashed so badly he only takes order from whoever messed him up, no longer recognizing the team

Ghost who calls him Johnny, nearly in tears because he thought he was dead, and gets a bullet on his thigh because nobody can call him that

Price, who tries to tackle him to the ground but Soap is not the same anymore, so he reacts immediately and nearly breaks the Captain's neck

Gaz, who really tries to talk to him, rifle aimed to Soap's chest and face contorted with pain at seeing his friend like this, and only gets hit with Soap's gun, passing out

And you, at home, unassuming, still sleeping with his pillow in your arms. grieving alone in a home filled with memories of him

[naditwombly]

"Can i have your sweater LT?"

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