#Kate Laswell's wife

[cod-dump]

Ghost: How's Mom?

Laswell: I'm fine-

Ghost: Not you, other Mom

Laswell: ... did you just refer to my wife as your other mom?

Ghost: Yea?

Laswell:

Laswell: Excuse me while I go have a tactical cry

[milkydough]

Happy Pride with the task force 141!!

[moronic-validity]

Okay so, I have a shit ton of ideas with the 141

and one of them is them playing Just Dance.

Gaz? Gaz takes it seriously and is hitting every move like he trained for it. He loves to dance, he loves the music, and he'll be good God DAMNED if Soap's beating him.

Because Soap is just shaking the remote. Like that's all he's doing. He's jamming to the music, and he's doing some of the moves (like don't get me wrong, he's dancing, but he's just having fun with it) but mainly he's just out to beat Gaz because it'll piss him off.

It takes an act of GOD to get Ghost to play. He doesn't mind watching, and it takes a lot of the other guys fucking with him, but once he starts playing? He's hitting perfects without breaking a sweat.

Meanwhile Price won't play unless he's playing with Laswell, her wife, and Nik. His guys are doing too much.

Bonus (Non 141) Just Dance thoughts:

Farah is kick ass at Just Dance, but doesn't actually enjoy playing as much as the guys do. She can and will kick Alex's ass at it though.

Alex is shit at Just Dance, and will blame it on him missing a leg. He won't admit he was ass at it before too.

Hadir plays the same way Soap does, but if Farah is playing, he kicks his ass into gear and actually dances.

König takes Just Dance stupidly seriously, but is always just a little too soon or too late with the moves. He'll also only play when he's drinking

Alejandro and Rodolfo will play to decompress. No talking, just dancing. They'll keep playing until both of them feel like they have their heads on straight.

Valeria fucking LOVES Just Dance. She doesn't give a damn about actually getting points, she's just vibing. She'll only play alone though.

Makarov doesn't play Just Dance.

Graves? Graves loves Just Dance and is stupidly good at it. A video of him playing went viral one time, and fucking Shepherd made him take it down.

Laswell and her wife like to get drunk and play for shits and giggles. They're having so much fun and I want to join them.

Nik sucks at Just Dance, but he loves to play. He doesn't give a shit about getting perfects, he's literally just there for a good time.

[dasybequackin]

Rando thoughts (Cod Ships)

I got some ships I love and shit to say cuz I can (and also talk about the fandom as well):-

NikPrice (Nikolai x Captain Price)

Honestly one of my most fav ship, just very less art I seen of them. It's saddening. (Those who made art of them, I love y'all so much ( ˘ ³˘)♥)

Nik literally give Price his fav gun like that wasn't the sweetest thing??💞

Powerhusbands and no one can convince me otherwise.

AleRudy (Alejandro Vargas x Rodolfo Parra)

Do I seriously need to explain it?

Their tensions, their conversation, everything. THEY ARE BOYFRIENDS UR HONOR-

Also I think their relationship is like very much sweet (pls not the twt toxic shit I don't like those)

Körangi (König X Horangi)

Tbh it's cute, not going to lie the tiktok of them is funny.

Funny how they barely interact yet our delusional ass managed to make scenario of them

And that's what the power of shipping I guess╮(＾▽＾)╭

Kate Laswell x her wife (duh it's canon I love it)

I don't explain this one either because it's basically canon.

Also I want more ART OF THEM

Not a lot of ppl talk about them it's equally saddening

But I wish I became like them too (have a wife (*ﾟｰﾟ*)

Ghoap (Ghost x Soap) (pls not the bad one pls)

Now I got second thoughts abt this, well it's adorable when I saw ppl fanart (not going to lie I giggled my feet everytime)

But I draw the line at some weird dead dove shit (I accidentally saw it on twt and safe to say, I wish to bleach my eyes)

Why the hell y'all can't ship gay men like normal?? (To those who used them in a wrong way)

Other than that, I think the ship is overall adorable and sweet. (Tbh wish I got that relationship frfr)

Yeah I guess that's all? I don't ship much but if I had more I'll add it ig.

[forestshadow-wolf]

Ghost at the grill in a white apron and a pair of tongs. He still has the mask on but someone (soap put a chef's hat on his head.

Soap in the kitchen wearing a bright flowery apron, with a rubber spatula, whipping up some pastry.

Price and gaz wearing swim trunks, and playing cornhole, having a beer

There's others too, other sergents or maybe even a few privates they became close frineds from base. Gaz's parents came along. And soap's entire family, well the close relatives anyway. Soap's parents, his siblings, the aunts and uncles, and neices and nephews that live nearby

Laswell and her wife were unable to make it down for the weekend so they're on someone's phone being passed around from person to person

[thepixelagora]

A rare spotting of Kate Lasell's wife.

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[adnauseum11]

WIP Wednesday 8/5/24

a small teaser from the upcoming chapter of SNAFU (John Price x Reader):

John is interrupted by dinner arriving. Everything is laid out still steaming and fragrant, fresh from the kitchen. Michelle shakes her head at the platter that is set before Kate, disbelief written across her face. John’s plate isn’t much better, the thick slab of meat before him making your eyebrows raise. 

“Is this a military thing?” 

You ask Michelle in a stage whisper, John letting go of your arm to attend to his enormous meal. He’s got a baked potato and lightly roasted green beans to get through as well, never mind the huge cut of meat. Kate’s lobster tail and steak take up most of the plate before her, with a potato of her own nestled beside a garden side salad. 

“No, it’s an excellent food thing.”

John answers, his eyes crinkling in good humour. Kate makes a sound of agreement before adding with a smile.

“And it’s a John’s paying kind of thing.”

[geasthewritingrat]

tag dump - cod

[thecrow-king]

"𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘑𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦."

"𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵."

(Firebird, Chapter 6)

The quality became quite bad due to the troubles I had saving the video and I might repost it, once I get it to work like I want it to, but for now I am quite proud of this. It's my first edit of this kind.

The drawing was inspired by the audio I used (which I first saw/heard on tiktok).

In the top right corner you can see my first design of Laswell‘s canon wife, whom I gave the name Rosaline.

Inspired by this edit

[saturnite0614]

Chapter 8 in where every one celebrates Christmas - Gaz brought a date, there are video calls, Soap is a kitchen menace 

[cod-dump]

Laswell and her wife + PriceNikGraves on a double date, shenanigans ensue

Laswell and Price agreeing to a double date only to immediately regret it because their partners get along a little too well. It didn't feel like a date more they were two extra wheels to a tricycle.

Annie and Graves just click immediately upon meeting (ignoring everything Laswell had told her about the man) and she was already besties with Nik before that. Laswell wanted to spend time with her friends (minus Graves) and her wife but now it just feels like it's just her and Price.

Price is just exhausted by southern American slang not even thirty minutes into the date and just zones out for the rest of it. Nik is having the best time and Graves loves Annie immediately.

Laswell and Price both agree to try to avoid any more potential double dates and just spend their own respective time with their partners. They both agree it's much more enjoyable that way.

[milkydough]

New faces? part 3

Chris/Price comic part 6

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Gaz: Jesus didn't die for our sins.

Gaz: He faked his own death because trying to split the bill with 12 friends after a big dinner is a nightmare.

Roach, counting with his fingers: Johnny, Simon, Price, Nik, Kate, her wife, Alex, Farah, Alejandro and Rudy…

Gaz: We can't charge Johnny. It was his birthday.

Roach: He won’t notice.

[milf-murdock]

Well, I’m about to hop out of the bath, and unfortunately I did have to stop just before things got ~juicy 😔 but here’s a lil WIP to hold ya over

Kate Laswell x Wife!Reader

Warnings: gross men being creepy, but Laswell comes to your rescue 😘 canonical swearing, and just a lil nsfw (I might keep writing if there’s an audience for it lol) I do owe you some Top Laswell, anon

Truth be told, you hated coming to base. It was all so rough and rugged, a veritable Good Ole Boys Club that smelled like cigars and gunpowder. You keep your head held high as your step across the gravelly terrain, the small heel of your shoes adding a slight wobble to your step. You catch the eye of a couple of soldiers and ignore their thirsty gazes as they stop to gawk. Picking up the pace, you hurry to your destination: the bar. Just past the far edges of the base, it was obvious the foul-smelling, secluded establishment was less intended for civilian patrons and catered more to offering a place for military officials to take the edge off. You hated this place even more than you hated the base itself, but you know Kate loves a beer right after a job, and John had texted you to meet them here, which could only mean one thing—Kate was back.

The pungent smell of stale beer and cigarettes floods your nostrils as you open the heavy door. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, but you find your way to the bar. Once again, you keep your head held high, pointedly ignoring the men who don’t even try to pretend they’re not checking you out.

You adjust the hem of your skirt as you take a seat on the bar stool, anything to keep your hands busy. It’s only a matter of moments before a slurred voice comes from behind you, and your shoulders stiffen.

“Well what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”

Despite your better judgement, you glance over your shoulder to see a tall, older man in uniform. You can smell the beer on his breath, and you don’t even bother to hide your grimace.

“I’m waiting for someone,” you respond curtly, turning back around.

“Hey now, don’t be like that. Just give me a smile and I’ll be on my way.”

You ignore him, busying your hands with a stray thread at the edge of your skirt, tugging to pull it loose.

You hear a scoff from behind you before you feel a rough hand on your shoulder. “I’m talking to you, bitch,” he growls.

Your breath catches in your throat, completely frozen under his touch.

And in the next second, you hear another voice—a female voice, low and full of a threatening malice.

“I suggest you take your fucking hand off my wife.”

Relief floods your body, your eyes fluttering close as the weight lifts from your shoulder.

“Shit, I- I didn’t—“ the man stammers, hands raised as he takes a step back.

Laswell steps closer. “And if you ever call my wife a bitch again, you will find yourself on the fucking street with nothing but a dishonorable discharge to your pathetic name. Is that understood?”

Without a word, the man turned to flee the bar, not even passing a glance to his group of encouragers, who all found themselves instantly fascinated by their pint glasses in hand.

“Katie!” You exclaim, leaping from the bar stool to throw your arms around her neck. Her laugh fills your ears, and it sounds like rays of pure sunshine.

“Hi, bun,” her voice is low in your ear as she holds you close. “Told you I’d be back before you know it.”

You squeeze her even tighter, standing on your tiptoes to match her height. “Every minute apart from you feels like an eternity, Kate.” You can’t stop the slight break in your voice as tears well up. “I’m so happy you’re home.”

Kate pulls back just enough to press a fierce kiss to your lips. Your mouth parts in surprise at the passion; typically Kate’s kisses are on the more reserved side in public. Kate uses your parted lips as an opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth, immediately taking dominance. You melt like putty in her hands, falling into the kiss. All too soon, Kate breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless and your lips swollen.

She smiles down at you with a tenderness only reserved for her wife, one hand coming up to brush your cheek. “Let me take you home, bunny.”

You struggle to put together a coherent thought after that damned kiss. “But don’t you want—you usually like, uh,” you blink furiously, trying to think past the rising need taking over your body. “Beer?” You finish lamely, feeling the flush in your cheeks as your gaze bounces between Kate’s lips and her bedroom eyes.

Kate chuckles, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “Fuck the beer, sweetheart. I have better plans.” A shiver races down your spine and you can feel the wetness pool between your legs.

Kate pulls back just a bit, her lips hovering above your own. “Does that sound ~good?” She’s teasing you, her sweet breath fans over your face, and you can’t help but imagine that breath elsewhere. Your cunt clenches, and you bite your bottom lip, holding back an audible moan as you nod your head eagerly.

Kate has you eating out of the palm of her hand. And she fucking loves it.

“After you, my love,” she coos as she steps aside and lets you lead the way back to the car. You stumble across the bar, looking for all intents and purposes like you were the one to overindulge, though you hadn’t had a sip of alcohol. But Kate knows how you get when she’s gone for long periods of time. She knows how you get when the need is absolutely eating you whole, that fire of desire coursing through your veins. It turns you into a puddle, nothing more than a weeping mess entirely at her mercy. Kate clenches just thinking about it as she watches your ass sway in that perfect fucking dress she knows you wore just for her.

[forestshadow-wolf]

... so we're all in agreement that ghost has absolutely hamstinged (hamstrung?) Every single member of the 141 at some point, right? Except maybe laswell... as much as she scares him, her wife scares him more...

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Slasher Handler Interlude - Soap

Slasher Handler Masterlist

Freedom tastes like a cold beer and mince and tatties.

Johnny gives his second best roguish wink to the waitress when she comes by to clear the table. She blushes and pouts her lips in a promising way before another, older woman chases her away from the section.

“Don’t you be sniffin’ around ‘ere,” she tells him, no nonsense. “She’s a good girl, don’t need your kind of trouble.”

Johnny props his head on one hand and smiles up at her. “Aye, ma’am. Don’t want to trouble a sweet bird like tha’. But maybe you have use for a bit o’ trouble?”

She’s not at all impressed with him as she drops the bill, which reminds him that he hasn’t gotten a haircut or shave yet. The little cash he has on hand goes to his lunch, and then he’s back on the street. Breathing free air feels damn good, so he strides into the park at the end of the block to think about his next steps.

The fact that he only had cash enough for a single meal tells him that Price didn’t know he was getting released today. That or he’s punishing Johnny, but he’s not gotten in any trouble his whole incarceration, mòran taing. (Many thanks.) So probably, it’s the former. That means he needs to call the old bastard. Unless...

He nicks a phone with a bump, apology, and a smile. Knocks the man’s wallet from his hand and gives it back with an exaggerated wince. It’s not hard to guess the man’s pin and add his own fingerprint to the scanner before disabling the damn lost phone app as he strides out of the park. Two minutes later, he’s dialing a number he’s memorized back and forward.

“This is Laswell.”

“Hello, Laswell,” he purrs. “Guess who’s out on good behavior?”

She must pull the phone from her ear, but he still hears as she swears rather impressively. “MacTavish. Who knows you’re out?”

“Naebody, apparently,” Soap says, exiting the opposite end of the park. “Barely had enough cash fer a scran.”

“How long ago did you call John?”

“Now, why would ah call Price, Laswell? Pretty sure he paid to ‘ave me killed in there.”

“No, he didn’t,” she sighs.

“Nae, Price’d do the deed himself,” Johnny laughs. “Pretty sure it woulda been Castle. Anyway, you got a pretty little lock box at the bank ah’m lookin at?”

“Do not rob a bank, Soap.”

“You wound me. I got out on good behavior, remember?”

“Soap.” Her voice brooks no nonsense. “Do not rob that bank. I’ll call John to wire money over.”

“Swell,” he chuckles. “Three hours?”

“You in a rush?”

“Well, ah gotta toss the phone back in the park.”

“Wonderful. Give it four hours. And Soap?”

“Aye?”

“I paid to have you shanked. Rachel sends her best.”

“Aw, ah kent ah was yer favorite, Laswell.”