#Rodolfo Parra x oc

[saturncodedstarlette]

Alejandro : Truth or dare?

Y/N : Dare.

Alejandro, smirks : I dare you to kiss the hottest person in this room.

Y/N : Ok.

Y/N, steps in front of Graves : Excuse me, Graves?

Philip Graves, blushing but still trying to be smooth : Yeah, sugar?

Y/N, who’s whipped for Rodolfo : Could you please move? I’m trying to get to Rudy.

Philip Graves, heartbroken :

Alejandro, proud of them :

Rodolfo, getting ready for his kiss :

Rodolfo, looks at Graves & flipped a finger : 😎🖕

[tehmichi]

Massages and Happy Endings - Part 3 - Tú

Notes: I wrote this back a few months ago, and I went over it a little now to touch it up but it's mostly as I initially wrote it. Hope you enjoy it! Can be read as a female reader insert. (Also, I'm new to posting fics on tumblr. pls forgive formatting errors)

Part 1 | Part 2

Song title - Tú by Shakira

Words: 4.5k

Translations at the end

Rodolfo stepped into the med bay the next afternoon slightly anxious. He’d been able to work through his nerves that morning during breakfast. Kyle had let them all know that Stella was a good masseuse and had delivered on her promise. His entire back and shoulder area felt better than new. He also explained how everything came to pass. Her flushed face when she admitted to having fantasies about all of them and how she’d agreed with a smile on her face. 

Stella was sitting at her desk with her e-reader once more. Her hair was braided and draped over one of her shoulders. Her legs were propped up on the flat surface, ankles crossed as she was focused on her reading. 

“Stella?” 

“Oh!” she said, quickly looking up and smiling. “Rudy!” she exclaimed with a bright smile. “Perdón.” 

“No tienes que pedir perdón, preciosa,” he said, smiling at her. “Good book?”

“Yes,” Stella said with a smile. “Music and lighting okay?”

“Perfecto,” he said, taking in the sight of the room. Dim lights, soft music, and candles all around made for more than just a relaxing ambiance. 

“You can disrobe over there,” Stella said, pointing to the curtained area. “Before you lay down and cover yourself up. I’m a professional. Once I’m done, you’re free to do as you see fit,” she added, her cheeks flush with enough color that he could catch it through the soft lighting. He chuckled, relieved that she was just as nervous as he was. 

“Gracias,” Rodolfo said, heading over to the area she’d designated and getting undressed. He carefully set everything aside and slid under the fresh blankets, covering himself up to his mid-back. “Listo.” 

“Okay,” Stella said, getting up from her chair. “Let me know if you need more or less pressure. If you want me to stop, and any areas that you think would benefit from extra attention.” 

“Mis hombros.” 

“That’s exactly what Kyle said,” Stella laughed. “My boys all having bad shoulders and backs is not surprising,” she added. Rodolfo grinned, enjoying the sound of ‘my boys’ coming from her lips. It was true, they were all hers. “I’m going to start at your feet and work my way up.” 

“Esta bien,” Rodolfo said, closing his eyes. He heard the soft opening of a bottle as the smell of cedar and something else hit the room. “Smells nice,” he said. 

“I picked scents I figured each of you would like,” Stella said, slowly starting to massage his feet with the warm oil. He groaned at her attention, appreciating how careful she was. Stella slowly worked her way up, reaching his calves and applying a little more pressure. 

“You’re very good at this,” Rodolfo said, closing his eyes as he relaxed under her hands. Stella moved from one leg to the other, undoing the knots in his muscles with care. 

“Thank you. It’s my side job when I’m not on deployment,” Stella said, smiling. 

“Do you have regulars?”

“I do. Mostly my friends, a few referrals.” 

“That’s nice.” 

“Yeah,” Stella said, finishing up with the other thigh and covering Rodolfo’s leg. “How are you feeling?”

“Very good, preciosa,” Rodlfo said, feeling the careful brush of her fingers as she lowered the blanket and started on his lower back. Stella bit her lip as she worked, trying to keep the questions she had buried deep. “Since it’s you, I’d prefer if you talked, Stella,” Rodolfo added. 

“Sorry, Rudy,” Stella said, a nervous laugh escaping her. “I’m still processing what happened yesterday with Kyle and shocked that you’d want to be with me after I’m done taking care of you.” 

“We all do,” Rodolfo said, groaning as Stella’s touch intensified in a particularly stubborn area. “I assume Gaz told you all about it.” 

“Not in full detail. But enough,” Stella said. “It’s a fantasy I never expected to live out,” she giggled. 

“Neither did we,” Rodolfo admitted. “¿Qué te gusta?” 

“Oh, sweet Jesus, Rudy, I’m not even halfway yet,” Stella laughed. He chuckled, taking a deep breath as he heard the oil bottle open once more. 

“I told you, I like conversation,” Rodolfo said. “This benefits us both later, belleza.” 

“Fair,” Stella said, reaching his upper back and getting to work with more warmed oil. “I like being praised, cosas lindas,” Stella added. 

“No me sorprende,” Rodolfo teased. “You deserve that and more.” 

“You’re all going to spoil me this week, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Rodolfo sighed. 

“I like being taken care of,” Stella admitted, focusing on her work. Rodolfo felt himself melting under her touch. He appreciated the way her thumbs and knuckles worked on his back, undoing months of stress with careful attention. “I don’t normally ask for things, so when I do, that’s a deep level of trust I’m placing in you.” 

“I would never make you beg, preciosa,” Rodolfo said. “Though I could imagine looking very cute when you do.” 

“Mira,” Stella said, playfully hitting him on the shoulder. “Don’t get any ideas!” Rodolfo chuckled in response, sighing as Stella continued to massage his upper back and started on his neck. “Did Kyle tell you that I may make a mess?”

“Yes,” Rodolfo said, recalling how he felt when Kyle had said that. He didn’t want to make it his mission to get that out of her, but it was something he definitely wanted to experience. “He told us.” 

“Good, it doesn’t happen all the time, but -”

“I understand it’s a possibility and I don’t mind,” Rodolfo interrupted. “None of us do.” 

“This is going to be the best week of my life,” she mumbled, moving away from his neck and starting with his left shoulder. 

That’s not our goal, Rodolfo thought. “For us too.” 

“Not going to lie, Rudy,” she started, blushing slightly at the admission she was about to make. “I like you scruffy.”

“¿De veras?”

“Yeah,” Stella answered. “I don’t exactly mind the burn,” she mumbled, moving to his other shoulder. 

“I really want to look at you, Stella.”

“Give me a few minutes, you can roll over,” she said softly. “How’s the pressure?” she asked. 

“A little more is fine,” Rodolfo answered. 

“Okay,” Stella breathed, doing as asked. As she worked, Rodolfo finally caught onto what Kyle had said. Since he’d kept Stella talking for most of the process until now, he hadn’t noticed the little grunts. 

Jesucristo, Rudy thought. No wonder Gaz got distracted. No lo culpo.

“Turn around,” Stella said, walking away from the massage bed and bringing Rodolfo back from his thoughts. 

“Voy,” he said, carefully turning himself around. He glanced around for Stella and found her at her desk, blushing furiously as she drank him in from this view. “¿Estas bien?” 

“Yeah,” Stella answered. “One second,” she said, grabbing a little more oil. “Okay, I’m going to work on your arms and upper chest. Deal?”

“Si,” Rodolfo agreed. Stella slowly started massaging his left arm, working through the tension with a determined focus on her features. He remembered talking with the guys about how he liked seeing Stella in her natural state of comfy shirts, sweaters, and shorts, and they’d all agreed. “Eres un rayo de sol,” he said softly as Stella’s hands nimbly massaged their way down to his forearm. 

“Thank you,” she said softly, her cheeks hot at the compliment. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Rodolfo answered. “Very relaxed.” 

“Awesome,” Stella beamed as she focused on his hand for a few minutes. “Kyle’s back was absolutely wrecked. Yours wasn’t.” 

“Prepare for Alejandro’s, you know he carries the weight of the world on it.” 

“Fuck, Price does too,” Stella said, shaking her head. 

“We better make sure you rest properly.” 

“Simon did a good job of that last night,” Stella remarked. “Came back after putting the sheets to wash and kept me company until I fell asleep. Did he have dinner?”

“Yes, we saved him a plate.” 

“Good. He knows I get fussy when he doesn’t eat. The same goes for all of you,” she said. 

“We know,” Rodolfo said with a grin as Stella let go of his hand. “I’m never going to forget how you yelled at Alejandro for skipping breakfast.” 

“He hasn’t done it since. Por Dios, coffee is not a fucking meal,” Stella mumbled, walking around the table and starting with his right upper arm. Rodolfo chuckled, amused. 

“Thank you, Stella.” 

“You’re welcome, Rudy,” Stella said softly. “Still a little nervous?”

“You can tell?”

“I am too,” she admitted. “I don’t have much left and my heart’s starting to race thinking about after.” 

“Don’t get ahead of me, preciosa,” Rodolfo said, moving his hand to delicately grab one of her wrists. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 

“When I told Kyle I had thoughts about all of you, I meant it. I want to,” Stella said, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Now, let me finish. Can you wait for another twenty minutes or so?” 

“Yes,” Rodolfo sighed, closing his eyes. 

“Good boy,” Stella said, getting back to what she was doing. Rodolfo felt those words to his cock. 

“Mierda,” he mumbled. Stella giggled above him, applying a little more pressure as she undid a knot on his forearm. 

“Was it the praise or the massage?”

“You know what it was,” Rodolfo answered, blushing. Stella laughed, feeling her nerves ease a little more. 

“You are.” 

“Stella, acaba ya.” 

“Rudy, I’m a professional. Let me fucking finish,” Stella commanded as she finished with his arm and worked on his hand. Rodolfo sighed, letting go at last and fully melting under her careful touch. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander off so she could work in peace, feeling a dim fire slowly start to burn as Stella massaged his chest. This was better foreplay than he’d expected, having enjoyed all her effort to make sure he was comfortable, relaxed, and got the most out of her work. “I’m done,” Stella breathed, stepping back from the table a few minutes later. 

“Wow,” Rodolfo said, slowly sitting up and stretching his neck a little. “I did not realize how badly I needed that,” he added, smiling at her. 

“Some people don’t notice until after,” Stella chuckled, smiling at him. 

“Ven aca, belleza,” Rodolfo said, beckoning her over. With a nervous smile, she carefully approached the massage bed. “Tu sonrisa nos tiene a todos locos,” he said, carefully reaching over and grasping her by the neck delicately. “We love it.” 

“Shut up and kiss me, Rudy,” Stella whispered. He chuckled darkly, bringing her to meet his lips in a soft kiss. 

“Get on here,” he breathed. She carefully climbed up on the bed, straddling him as they locked lips again, his hands gripping her plush ass while her hands cupped his face as they found themselves locked in a feverish kiss. Rodolfo loved the feel of her lips on him, kissing him with the same devotion she’d dedicated throughout the afternoon. One of his hands trailed upwards, sneaking under her shirt, and palming her back. Stella gasped, allowing him to deepen the kiss, darting his tongue in and savoring her. 

“Fuck,” Stella breathed. His lips remained on her soft skin, leaving a trail of wet pecks as he continued down her jawline. “One second,” she hissed. He backed away just a moment to let her strip off her sweatshirt. Rodolfo growled at the sight of her bare torso, his gaze darkening at the realization that she hadn’t worn a bra. 

“Tan linda,” he whispered. Stella’s face flushed as Rodolfo leaned in towards her neck, placing sweet kisses back from where he’d stopped. He was rewarded with the soft content sighs and moans he wanted while the hand he had gripping her cheek guided her core to his cock, grinding her hot center against him. Stella gasped at the contact, yearning for more right away. “That’s it, let me know how much you like it,” he breathed into her skin before continuing further down and reaching the valley of her breasts. 

“Rodolfo,” Stella whispered, her hips moving on their own as she continued to rub against him, desperate for more friction but finding it difficult with the layers between them. “Fuck.” Rodolfo placed a soft kiss between her mounds before taking one stiffened peak into his mouth, sucking gently while rolling the nib with his tongue. He looked up to see Stella’s head thrown back, bliss decorating her features as delicate moans escaped her lips. Her torso was flush against him, an ache growing in her as she needed more of everything, more of him. 

Rodolfo released her right breast before moving onto her left, Stella’s hips moving a little faster as she continued to chase her high. With one hand still on her back to hold her in place, he carefully brought his other one between them. It took Stella a moment to realize what he was trying to do and stopped moving, whimpering in need.

“Help me get those off,” he said, releasing her mound with a soft pop. Stella quickly helped him remove her shorts and underwear before she moved the blanket aside to remove the last remaining barrier. “Perfect,” he whispered, dragging his index finger along her slit and groaning in approval at her arousal. “Puñeta,” he groaned. 

“What?” 

“I want to taste you,” Rodolfo said, quickly bringing his slicked finger to his mouth and licking it clean. “Que rico,” he growled. He slid two fingers inside while his thumb applied gentle pressure to her sensitive clit. “Ride my hand, estrella, and then I’m going to bend you over this bed and taste this beautiful pussy before I fill you up really good,” he breathed. 

“Carajo,” Stella whimpered, grinding against his thumb. “Si,” she moaned, feeling his fingers curl inside of her. “Rodolfo, fuck,” she groaned, feeling her walls tighten around him. “Ay si,” she moaned. 

“That’s it,” he said, circling her clit. He leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue and feeling her hips buck harder against his hand. Stella came softly, whispering his name as her core clenched around his digits. “Que belleza.” 

“Ay Rudy,” Stella mewled, resting her forehead against his. 

“Fuck, estrella. Keep saying my name like that,” he said, removing his fingers from inside her wet pussy and licking them clean. He placed a soft kiss on her stomach, easing her off him so he could get out of bed. He grabbed Stella by the thighs, pulling her toward him. “I need you to trust me,” he started, cupping Stella’s chin and angling her to meet his eyes. 

“I already do, Rudy,” she said softly. 

“Good,” he said, placing a soft kiss on her lips. He helped her off the bed and carefully bent her over, admiring the view. He’d had many fantasies about this moment and seeing exposed like this was sending shockwaves to his system. “Hands behind your back, preciosa,” he requested. Stella swallowed nervously but did as asked. Rodolfo grabbed onto them carefully, pinning her with one of his hands as he carefully leaned over to pepper her back with kisses. 

“That tickles,” she giggled. 

“That’s why I asked for your hands,” he murmured.  “I want you to stay still,” he whispered, going from light pecks to longer kisses, gently nipping around her spine. He ran his free hand along her folds before applying gentle pressure to her sensitive clit, relishing how her giggles changed to content moans. “¿Cómo te sientes?”

“Bien,” Stella moaned. 

“Good,” Rodolfo said, reaching her waist and biting down enough to bruise. 

“Fuck!” Stella yelled, panting after that sharp spike in pleasurable pain. “Carajo. Te necesito,” she whispered. 

“Just a little more, mi belleza,” he murmured. Rodolfo bent down to her exposed center, taking a moment to enjoy the view. “You look so pretty like this, all vulnerable for me.” 

“Ay, Rudy,” she whimpered. He removed his thumb from her clit, breathing directly onto her slick folds. A breathy chuckle escaped his lips as Stella desperately squirmed, eager for more. Rodolfo’s tongue licked between her lips before he latched onto her already-stimulated clit and started sucking at it. “Fuck,” she breathed. Rodolfo groaned as he kept going, enjoying the blissful cries of pleasure that filled the room. “I’m so close,” she grunted. “A little more to the left,” she whispered. “FUCK AHI MISMO!” Stella cried, bucking against the table as her pleasure spiked with Rodolfo’s movement. With a loud cry of his nickname, Stella’s gushing release overwhelmed him. He pulled back and watched in satisfaction as the aftershock hit her with a second wet release. 

“Good girl, giving herself to me like this,” Rodolfo said, lightly nibbling on an asscheek before standing up and angling his strained cock at her entrance. “Do you need a moment?”

“Yes,” she panted, catching her breath. He kept his eyes on her face, gazing longingly at how beautiful she looked. Radiant, like the stars as her lips curled slightly upward as she felt ready for more. “Okay, I’m good,” she whispered. Rodolfo slowly worked his way in, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he seated himself fully within her.

“Fuck, estrella,” he breathed. “Tan divina.” 

“You too,” Stella panted. “Rudy,” she whispered. 

“¿Si?”

“I’m all yours,” she breathed. Rodolfo growled as he started to move his hips, thrusting into her with heated passion. 

“Yes you are,” he grunted, slamming into her. “So pretty, mi estrella,” he breathed, using his free hand to carefully grab her braided hair and lift her off the bed slightly. “Look at me, I want to see how beautiful you are saying my name.”

“Oh, God,” she whimpered. Stella turned around enough to make eye contact, losing herself in his lust-blown brown eyes. His name, his nickname, all soft prayers as another orgasm drew near. Rodolfo groaned as he felt her tighten around him, squeezing his cock as they built up together. “Yes, Rudy, yes!” Stella yelled as she came once more. Rodolfo came a moment later, yelling out her name as he coated her insides white. 

He released her hands as he loomed over her, placing soft kisses on her shoulder. Rodolfo used every word he knew for beautiful in Spanish as they came down together, feeling his heart swell as he saw her satisfied smile. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek as he slowly stood up and withdrew himself from inside her. 

“Don’t move,” he said softly. “I’ll be right back. Where are your wipes?”

“Next to the oil bottles,” Stella answered. Rodolfo found what he was looking for, carefully cleaning himself up before using another one on her. 

“Thank you,” he said as he wiped her thighs clean. 

“No, Rudy, thank you,” she said softly. 

“Water?”

“Yes, please,” Stella answered. Rodolfo quickly went to the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles. Stella straightened up, using the bed for leverage as she climbed up on it. Rodolfo gave her some water, which she promptly opened and took a sip. 

“Do you want one of us to bring you dinner?” Rodolfo asked as he saw the time. 

“Yes,” Stella answered. “Can Simon do it? I want to talk to him about his limits.”

“Of course, preciosa. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it,” Rodolfo said with a smile before drinking water. 

“And tell him to bring his own dinner,” she added. 

“I’ll be sure to remind him.”

“Can you give me my clothes?”

“Yes,” Rodolfo answered, going around the room and grabbing her discarded clothing items. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” Stella answered. “You?”

“Me too,” Rodolfo said, smiling at her. “Simon will be here with your dinner in a bit,” he added, slowly walking over to the curtained area and putting on his clothes. He stepped out, fully dressed, and grinned at the sight of a still-glowing Stella. “I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast?” 

“If I wake up early enough,” she giggled. Rodolfo smiled, striding over to her and giving her another long kiss. “Thank you, mi corazón.”

“Thank you, mi estrella,” Rodolfo said, placing a soft kiss on her temple before leaving the med bay. 

Rodolfo arrived at the dining room to see dinner all spread out again. The team was all waiting for him, having just sat down to eat. 

“Dinner?” Ghost asked. 

“She’s waiting for you. And asked that you bring your own plate,” Rodolfo answered. Ghost chuckled, nodding. 

“Fair enough,” he said, starting to prepare a dish for her. 

“She’s a talented masseuse,” Kyle remarked. 

“She is. Told me your back was terrible,” Rodolfo teased. 

“When she said to me that some knots could be more painful than some of our battle wounds, I didn’t believe her until she found a really stubborn one. Gods did that hurt,” Kyle said with a chuckle. “Price, get ready for some pain.”

“You too, Alejandro,” Rodolfo said, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a beer. Simon was done with one serving and was now starting to prepare a second one. 

“It can’t be that bad Rudy,” Alejandro said with an eye roll. 

“You carry the weight of the world on your back, trust me, it will be,” Rodolfo said with a smirk. “Ghost, do you need help taking that to the med bay?”

“Yes,” he answered. 

“I’ll do it,” Kyle said, quickly sprinting to action. He grabbed the first dish and the mug of tea Simon had steeping before following the lieutenant towards the room Stella was waiting at. While Soap had been the one with the idea, he wanted to know how his superior officer was handling the current turn of events. This was a unique situation and while he’d agreed to take part in it, Kyle wanted to know how Ghost was managing things mentally. “How are you feeling, Ghost?”

“Good, Gaz,” Simon answered, appreciating the check-in. Soap had done something similar the night before after he’d put Stella to bed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Kyle said as they arrived at the med bay. Simon knocked on the door and waited. 

“Coming!” Stella’s voice cried, as the knob turned and the door opened. “Kyle, Si,” she grinned as she stepped aside to let them in. They set the plates on her desk before Kyle wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. 

“Good?” he asked. 

“Very,” Stella smiled. She giggled as Kyle gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “Thank you for bringing me dinner,” she said as he released her. 

“You’re welcome, Luv,” he grinned. “Enjoy your dinner and rest.”

“I will. Good night, Kyle,” Stella said as he slowly started to leave the room. 

“Good night, Stella,” he said, leaving the room and closing the door softly behind him. 

“Hey,” Stella smiled at Simon. He took off his mask and sat down opposite her, keeping his eyes on hers. 

“You look like you’re having fun.”

“I am,” Stella admitted. “I wanted to talk to you. I was too worn out last night to think straight so it didn’t cross my mind until this morning.”

“What is it?”

“I want to know what is okay with you and what isn’t,” she answered, starting on her dinner. Simon looked away, touched by the gesture. While he hadn’t entirely opened up to her about his torture history, after a little over two years of working together, he’d learned she was trustworthy. He’d slowly allowed her to take care of his wounds instead of doing it himself. They spent nights talking about life, she mostly carried those conversations, but it was still welcoming. Out of the whole team, prior to this, he was the only one who knew confidently that Stella reciprocated something of what he felt for her but neither had said anything aloud. “Si?” her voice called out softly. “Still with me?”

“My apologies, star,” Simon said softly. 

“You don’t have to tell me where you went. I just wanted to make sure you and I were on the same page whenever your turn is,” she said sweetly, reaching towards him across the table. 

“Thank you,” Simon said, the corner of his lip upturning slightly. 

“If you don’t have an answer for me tonight, I can wait until you have one. I don’t think it’s your turn tomorrow.”

“You’re right. It isn’t,” he said, taking a sip of his tea. “However, I do have an answer for you. I have given it thought since before this came up.”

“Okay, this applies to your massage too, bebé,” Stella reassured him. 

“It’ll take a moment for me to relax,” he admitted. “How have you been starting?”

“Back first. But if you’d like, I can start the other way with you. Chest, arms, and then you let me know if you’d like to continue. The last thing I want is for you to be tense when I’m trying to relieve your stress.”

“That would be wonderful,” Simon said as he ate. “If I ever tense up, regardless of where you are at your massage, don’t stop unless I say so. I do want you to take care of me, star, but the body remembers faster than my mind does.”

“If you’re struggling, is it okay for me to talk to you? Try to bring you back with words?”

“Yes, no Spanish until I say it’s okay,” Simon answered, swallowing nervously at his request. 

“I can do that,” Stella nodded. “I think we can also try something else.”

“No lavender, please.”

“No,” Stella chuckled. “I’ll give you something of mine you can hold onto, use it as an anchor.” 

“That might help,” Simon said softly. “What did you have in mind?” 

“The shirt you like, the one with the cat.”

“The one you sleep in?”

“Yeah,” Stella answered. “Would you like to try that?”

“Yes.” 

“Good, hopefully, it works. Now, about the after,” Stella said, changing the subject. “What are your limits?”

“I should be asking you that,” Simon countered.

“Simon, I can be intense in the heat of the moment. I want to be able to let go with you but I need to know what you don’t like so I avoid it and we both can get the most out of it together.”

“I hate degradation. It’s not for me.”

“Thank you. I don’t do that but it’s good to know.”

“No restraints.”

“Okay,” she smiled. 

“You don’t have to reassure me, dove, but I would appreciate it if,” Simon started, sighing. “This is not something easy to say,” he said, frustrated. 

“No, but I understand you perfectly,” Stella said, holding out her hand toward Simon once more. He reached for it, gently placing his over hers. “I am very vocal when I feel good and when I don’t. You will know. Trust me.” 

“Thank you,” Simon said, squeezing her hand. 

“Am I forgetting anything?” 

“No, I think we’ve covered everything.” 

“Perfect,” Stella smiled. “Do you want to read to me tonight?” she asked, hopeful. 

“Sure,” Simon said with a half-smile. “What’s on deck for me tonight? More high fantasy?”

“Yes,” Stella groaned. “You should consider being an audiobook narrator when you retire,” she teased. 

“Only for you.” 

“I’m a very lucky girl then,” Stella grinned. 

“Indeed you are,” he agreed. You have no idea, star, he thought. The smiles Gaz and Rodolfo had come back with gave everything away. They were hers and much she was theirs. 

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Translations:

No tienes que pedir perdón preciosa - You don't have to apologize, precious

Perfecto - Perfect

Listo - Ready

Mis hombros - My shoulders

Esta bien - That's okay

¿Qué te gusta - What do you like?

No me sorprende - Doesn't surprise me

¿De veras? - Really?

¿Estas bien? - Are you okay?

Eeres un rayo de sol - You're a ray of sunshine

Mierda - Shit

Stella, acaba ya - Stella, finish already

Ven aca, belleza - Come here, beautiful

Tu sonrisa nos tiene a todos locos - Your smile drives us all crazy

I'm sorry if I've missed any I've been trying to get these done and everything is just *not* working for me tonight. <3

[runekirikjartan]

[Lieutenant Finn Bradshaw, 6'4, 26, Shadow Company] [Vincent Wyatt, 6', 28, AUS Special Forces] [Sergeant Major Ruiz Andrade, 6'1, 38, Valeria's Squad Soldados]

Their fics are here: (links to be added)

Ruiz - and you, you disgrace the army

Finn - te deseo, cariño chico, it's you i desire

Vincent - city of souls

[wolfieisacat]

my characters Phoebe and Michelle's first thoughts when meeting Rudy and Alejandro respectively:

Phoebe: hmmm... Phoebe Parra doesn't sound too bad :)

Michelle: i wanna suck his dick so hard his stomach caves in like a caprisun

[bibidibaddieboom]

Went to see Opennheimer very exited but fell asleep: Nik, Price.

Went to see Opennheimer for America: Graves, Shadows.

Went to see Opennheimer and kept secretly tapping their foot to the songs of the Barbie movie from the room next to theirs: Ghost.

Went to see Opennheimer for the theme of humanity's tendency to abuse unimaginable powers that will soon overcome them and destroy everything ever created: Laswell, Rudy.

Went to see the Barbie movie because it seemed fun in the trailers and didn't expect it to be a cinematic masterpiece: Farah, Alejandro, Valeria.

Went to see the Barbie movie because they didn't feel like thinking too much but ended up thinking too much and crying near the end, thinking of how some girls are robbed of the complex, amazing thing that is girlhood: Bala.

Went to see the Barbie movie because their girlfriend wanted to see it and wore pink, now they know all the songs: Alex.

Went to see the Barbie movie because they had a huge crush on Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling, wouldn't stop singing "I'm Just Ken" when it was over: Soap, Gaz.

[ghouljams]

Feel free to ignore, but got anymore ideas for cowboy!alejandro or cowboy!rudy?

A million yeah. I think I said their darling was the local vet, and I'm going to include that they're locally known as sort of a hot mess. But what are you gonna do? Go to another vet? What other vet?

Heads up I am going to have a very short mention of the reader being able to tie their hair up, and I am sorry for that but it is essential to me being horny right now. I want Alejandro to wrap my hair around his hand and pull me back like it's a leash. Moving on.

You soothe your hand over the side of the cow as you press your stethoscope against her ribs. She sounds alright, nothing that would need your attention. You check how her abdomen sounds, fine there too. You pull back to give the lady a cursory once over. She's laying in the grass looking sad and sorry, and according to the new ranchers she was makin' all sorts of noise about not gettin' up.

Said ranchers are hovering behind you while you're crouched next to the cow in question. New fellas tend to get protective of their herd, but usually you don't have to feel their eyes on you like this. Still, this is a lot even for you. They've been shadowing you since you got here, watching you a little too close to call friendly. You glance over your shoulder at Alejandro and Rudy, watch Rudy lean closer to Ale and whisper something. You choose to ignore it, and turn back to your work.

You scratch your head, feel a few hair slip loose of your bun, another annoyance to ignore. The cow seems healthy, and she's not making a fuss, she should be alright to move around. Still, you do your best to check her joints, move her legs and test mobility. You inspect her hooves and check for anything stuck between the two halves. She could use a trim up, but otherwise you'd call this a fine bovine.

You blow your hair out of your face and elect to just retie the damn thing. You tug your elastic out of your hair and wrap it around your fingers without thinking, scooping your hair up and out of the way, you loop the lacey material tight around your bun and stop. You'd lost your last hair tie this morning, forced to use the tried and true Pamela Anderson method. You're tying up your hair with a thong in front of two men you don't know.

You feel your face heat up, the warmth spreading all the way to the tips of your ears as you stare frozen at the cow. You snap your thong's elastic into place and get your hands away from your hair as fast as you can.

"I lost my hair tie this morning," You turn to explain to the men, unsure what you're expecting to see when you do, "and they're clean, I mean I wouldn't tie my chongo with dirty chonies, y'know." You laugh awkwardly, trying to avoid the heavy stares as you pack up your kit. "Cow seems fine, so why don't we just call this good and you call me if this happens again." You stand and check through your bag to be sure you got everything as you attempt an exit at lightspeed. "I wont bill you for this so let's just, uh, not mention that I flashed you or that I do this, or that I even really exist or am alive as a person."

"Oye," Alejandro clicks his tongue when you don't respond, "Mira me." Your eyes dart to him, your hand still dug into your bag. He tips his head with a crooked smile, and all the warmth in your face drops to settle between your legs. He leans close to Rudy and turns to mumble something to him. Rudy hums, and you think the heat in his eyes might be more dangerous than the wolf's smile beside him.

"Finish your exam," Rudy tells you, his tone low and commanding. What did these guys say they did before ranching? You glance back at the cow, who seems perfectly happy chilling in the grass.

"I really think-" Another click of Alejandro's tongue cuts you short, you turn to look at him and Rudy catches your face. His fingers grip your chin as he tips your to look at him.

"Finish your exam," He repeats, and you have the strangest feeling that this is the last time he'll repeat himself. The warmth between your legs pulses.

"On your knees," Alejandro's voice is thick with something you don't want to put a name to, but it drops heavy in your stomach when he finishes, "be a good girl."

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Take Care of Yourself

After their escape from the Shadow Company's looming hunt for their heads, Ghost, Soap, and Jade headed to the Los Vaqueros safehouse on the outskirts of Las Almas. Soaked by the rain, the Scot needed some help with his wound on his shoulder.

Soap isn't the only one who needed help, though.

Pairing : Simon "Ghost" Riley x Charlotte "Jade" Le Jardin (OC) Word Count : ~ 2700

Warning : Fluff with a slight bit of angst, a touch of hurt/comfort, and good ol' cursings.

Title and story inspired by the song Take Care of Yourself by Maisie Peters

"Soap, where's your wound?" Jade asked the sergeant as she rummaged through her gears. Ghost, Soap, and Jade were standing near the truck they found in front of the church, currently just a kilometer away from Alejandro's safe house on the eastern side of Las Almas. However, now that the Los Vaqueros had been under the Shadow Company's custody, they cannot trust anyone. The three of them were all that they've got.

"Do you have the equipment?" Ghost, who's standing leaning onto the side of the truck asked. 

"Here, fuck… I think the adrenaline shot is finally wearing off." His finger pointed at the bloody makeshift bandage on his right shoulder, sitting on the grass with his back on the side of the wheel. Their whole bodies are wet from the rain, but at least the cold helped with the blood clotting.

Jade knelt down to the ground, observing the wound. "That thing served its purpose, you did great, Soap. Now the bullet's still in there, and we need to get it out and sew it in order to let it heal properly."

"Don't worry." The MI6 zipped out a roll of cloth, putting them onto the grass field to reveal a series of stainless steel tools that Soap could tell were definitely not medical tools. "I can make do."

"Wait, Jade. Isn't that…" Soap nervously glanced back and forth to her and her equipment. 

"Torture devices, yes. But it doubles as a medical kit for emergency situations, which is now." The woman lifted up a scissor, cutting the bloody bandage from Soap's shoulder, revealing the gunshot wound that Graves had inflicted upon him. Soap hissed as she gently peeled the cloth from his skin while staring at the wound underneath. 

"The bleeding has mostly stopped. Now I just need to get it out." She put down the scissor, took her canteen and rinsed the bloody area with water. 

"Aww! Aw aw SHIT!!" 

"Don't be a baby, Johnny." Ghost retorted from beside him. 

"I just got shot, Lt., and it fucking stings like a bitch. Have you ever been shot?" The wounded man grumbled to his superior.

"Many times." He answered, shrugging his shoulders. 

"Beanpole, how about you help me get some lights over here? Don't wanna pull out healthy skin." Jade gestured at the masked man. If he wants to be chatty then at least he could help a little. 

Ghost knelt down as well, pulling out his flashlight and directing it towards the wound. "Now that's better." Jade finally got a good visual clarity, prompting her to touch the skin surrounding it, and opening them up with her fingers. "Alright, Soap. Get ready. No alcohol unfortunately so grit your teeth real hard." 

"Yeah." After the Scot's shaky response, Jade used her forceps to enter the wound, exploring the outsides of the bullet, and took hold of it. 

"Got it. Stay still." As she very, very slowly fished out the bullet, Soap closed his eyes and rested his head on the car, a grimace on his face as he tried to hold in the pain. Ghost only watched in silence as he still held the flashlight up. 

"Aaand it's out." The bullet is finally out of the wound, leaving a little blood trail running down his shoulder which Jade immediately covered with a gauze. 

"Seems intact. You're lucky the bullet didn't burst and broke inside." Ghost reacted to the bullet on the tip of the forceps. "Or it'll be a pain in the arse to find all of them."

"Yeah. All those muscles double as a meat shield I guess." Jade joked as she put the bullet down on the cloth rolls, making Soap let out a broken chuckle.

"All that workout finally pays off." 

"It certainly did." The MI6 then used forceps on both hands to carefully stitch the wound. The wound was not that big, so it only required around 3 stitches. 

As she rolled the bandages around Soap's arm, Ghost started, "We don't know whether the safe house is empty or not. We're on our own."

The ginger responded, "We are. Anyone who points a gun at us, they're hostile. Can't trust anyone unless…"

"Unless?" Soap noticed her pause. 

"Unless someone's still not compromised and corrupted. And if there's one, it's Alejandro." She finally finished rolling the bandages, tidying up her equipment on the floor and putting them back on her gear. 

The three of them stood up, led by the lieutenant, "Alright, let's get inside." 

***********

After discussing about releasing Alejandro from the Shadows, they were now preparing their gears for the battle that was yet to come. Rodolfo had given them all some Mexican Army rations to fill their empty guts. Hours and hours of running and being hunted by Shadows took their energies out to flat battery. Rudy, Soap, and Jade sat together on the wooden crate inside the warehouse, eating away their meal.

Jade was right, if there's someone who is not corrupted, it's Alejandro, and someone close to him.

Much to their surprise, they found Rodolfo hiding in the darkness of the building. He did point his rifle at Soap, but at least he was still vigilant and didn't take anyone as a friendly considering the dreadful situation at hand. The warehouse was packed full with guns and ammunition in all varieties. It's like a second base for the Los Vaqueros. Surely it's smaller in size than the one Graves and his Shadows occupied at the moment, but it would do.

"Where's the lieutenant?" Rudy started.

"Outside. Probably doesn't want us to see his face." Soap answered as he ate the dried beans. 

"Why does he wear that? The first time I saw him in the car, I was truly scared." The Mexican remembered saying that he's afraid of ghosts in Spanish to his superior upon seeing his mask.

"Then the mask served its purpose. It's psychological warfare. The less human you look like, the more fear you can strike upon the enemy" The only woman in the house told them, "Imagine a big, hulking man with a skull face, coming at you in a full on black attire, with a full sets of skills that can end your life in seconds. I would be scared."

Hearing that, Rodolfo sighed, "Glad he's on our side."

"Right. Or probably he just wants to hide his ugly face." Soap retorted, making the three of them chuckle. 

As she finished her rations, Jade tidied up the plastic containers before standing up, "I'm gonna check on the beanpole. You guys eat away." She patted both of the man's shoulders, which were replied with nods from both men, before she headed out of the warehouse's wooden door where Ghost had headed ten minutes prior. 

As she stepped out in the dark of the night, Jade looked up at the Las Almas sky. This will be a long night.

Got betrayed by Shepherd and The Shadows, Soap got shot, they had to survive a town full of people trying to hunt them, and now after only one hour of downtime, the four of them were about to storm the prison to try freeing Alejandro and the Vaqueros.

Taking on a whole garrison of Shadows in the prison compound with just four people? Sounded suicidal of them indeed, but Jade had seen what these people could do. They're trustworthy.

She's not alone anymore.

She's got people to cover her back.

She had him.

Taking a deep breath, she looked around to find out where the man in black went. She looked side to side to see any big, black shape sitting down, but he's nowhere to be seen. 

And so, she started to walk to the side of the warehouse, finally finding the big man sitting down, his back to her. Accompanied by a single lamp above him that barely gave any sort of luminescence, she could see that his mask was lifted up, the skull plate sitting on top of his head, indicating that he's indeed eating. 

One thing she realized, though, she could see him a little bit stiff on the left shoulder. What confirmed her suspicion was the fact that he touched his left shoulder, before rolling them very very slowly like it's painful to move.

Guess even the Ghost himself wasn't invincible from a bullet. 

"Beanpole." Jade softly called to him. Her feminine voice instantly made the man flinch, but not turn around. 

A pause, "Midget. Why are you here?" He said, for once his deep, raspy voice was not muffled by the mask. 

"Checkin' up on you. You really do like sitting alone in the dark." 

He didn't respond with anything. The woman decided to step forward, making the grass crack. Ghost immediately put his hand on his mask, ready to pull it down to wear it, before Jade stopped him, "It's fine. You can keep eating. I promise I won't do anything." Ghost halted his actions for a good five seconds, before putting his hand down again.

Seeing that he's finally relaxed, Jade closed in on his back slowly to where he sat down on the wooden crate. She could see the back of his neck and a little hint of his hair like this, and of course, there's a tint of blood on the junction between his neck and shoulder, just shy away covered by his black collar that was also ripped apart in the area.  

"You're injured." Jade spoke slowly to avoid startling him too much.

"...Just a bullet graze. Bloody shadows." 

"May I?" Jade asked, and she could see him contemplating, before he lightly nodded. Upon his confirmation, she lightly pulled away his torn collar, finding blood still running down the grazed wound. It's angry red in color, especially being covered by his clothes and his gear the entire time. 

Hearing Jade’s huff, the man inquired, "Is it bad?"

"Bad. Even though Soap had a whole bullet lodged in his shoulder, at least the wound was open to the rain to wash it away. Yours were covered by your collar and plate carrier. Infection will suck." He grumbled in response. He surely thought it was nothing, but it definitely needed some attention. 

"You can keep eating while I take care of this. Put off your gears first." Jade spoke to the back of his neck, and seeing that he sighed, it seemed that he didn't mind. Ghost took his gear off, as he tried to lift the plate carrier above his head, Jade could see him struggling to fight the pain on his shoulder and decided to lend a hand. Without a word, Jade helped lift them up. Judging by his groan, it must be a major relief after carrying that much weight on his injured shoulder. 

After putting the gear down, she started by pouring some water to a cotton wool, pulling the collar away, revealing that the wound is even longer and deeper than she thought. It’s almost half his trapezius. This definitely required some attention. "I'm gonna clean the wound. This'll sting a little.” As she lightly pressed on the wound, Ghost's neck tensed, but he didn’t make a sound, albeit him grabbing his plastic spoon harder that it might snap.

“It’s supposed to be painful, Beanpole. It’s okay if you make a sound.” Jade said with a low tone, not wanting to surprise him, still going on in cleaning the angry red wound. This man is a hard ass sometimes. “At least Soap’s not here to tell you you’re a baby.” the woman retorted, making Ghost scoff involuntarily as he remembered telling Soap the exact same thing earlier. 

“Fine,” He finally relented. “It bloody hurts. The only thing that made it right was that I put a knife on the bastard’s neck.” 

“Hmm. And were you planning to let this thing be a secret?” She gestured at the wound she’s currently tending to. 

Ghost only sighed, "I was going to take care of it myself."

Jade huffed softly behind him, “If you fell down from fever because it's not treated properly, I’m gonna have trouble hauling you up, Beanpole. You’re huge.” 

“I’m not gonna fall.” He denied.

“You will if you let this open wound be, which was your plan, isn’t it.” Jade told him off with a slightly louder voice, stopping her hands from cleaning the wound. 

“I’ve been shot many times before, Midget, and I’ll take care of myself just fine.” 

“But that was when you were alone, Ghost.” Hearing her call his call sign instead of the bastard nickname quite surprised him. 

“I know you can take care of yourself just fine. I know that. I think so about myself too. But we’re a team here.” Jade didn’t even realize that her voice sounded more like a worried mother than a colleague. “You’re our commanding officer, and I know you need to take the lead. All this shite happened on your watch, but despite all of that, I need you to tell me if you’re wounded. I will help. We will help.” Ghost had stopped eating now. She’s talking to the back of his head, but he could totally imagine her worried face. From the tone in her voice, he could also tell that she’s not angry. Concerned would be a better word. 

“I’ve been in this thing as long as you, Ghost, and God knows how it fucks someone up, but we’ve got each other now.” She finally got back to cleaning his wound, “You said it yourself just now, ‘no one fights alone’, and that includes this. So don’t fight alone, okay?”

Ghost took a deep breath. He did say that, didn’t he. She used his own words to get back at him.

Not hearing any answer, Jade pressed the cotton with slight pressure onto his wound, prompting him to flinch his shoulder and exclaim in pain, “Ow! What the fuck!?”

“Okay??” 

“Okay! Fine, Mum!” Ghost finally yielded. “I’ll take your word for it.” 

Jade couldn’t help but to scoff at her new nickname, “Don’t ‘Mum’ me, Ghost. I’m just a concerned friend, that is all.” She retorted, fishing the antibiotic cream from her med kit. 

“Oh, so now we’re finally friends?”

“Yes. What, were we enemies? I’m gonna apply some antibiotic cream, your wound is very long. Sheesh.” 

“Tell me something I don’t know…” He got back to eating his rations. He didn’t like pep talks, but hers actually alleviated some of his burdens. Knowing that someone’s got his back, that he has someone to rely on, that he didn’t have to do this alone… it somehow comforted him.

As Jade pressed a little of the content out of the tube, she thought about the man who’s having his back on her. Hearing that he’s been through a lot of things like her, deep in her mind, she’s glad that someone understands her. And all that she did was understand him. If Jade was in Ghost’s position, who has a lot of responsibilities and burdens on his shoulders, she’d want that reassurance too. The MI6 started to lightly rub on the wound, taking note of covering the entire area. 

“Thanks, for having my back.” He continued, “When I heard Johnny’s coming, I thought I’m gonna need to babysit him for a while. But having you here… It makes things easier for me.”

“...Jade.” his deep voice called to her name, not the bastardized nickname, making her flinch in response.

"hm?"

The woman behind him smiled, “A pleasure, Ghost. Cut off a little slack for yourself, alright? You look like the kind of guy who doesn’t take his own advice.” 

A chuckle, “Seems so.” 

After a while, Ghost finally finished eating his rations, just as Jade finished closing up his injury with the adhesive plasters.

“Abracadabra, you’re healed~!” The woman covered the wound with her warm palm, touching his skin lightly, before covering the area back up with the collar. 

Ghost pulled down his mask, before standing up and turned around to face the woman who patched him up. Lifting her head to see the towering figure, she could see his dark eyes looking back at her.

“Thanks, Midget. I owe you for this one.”

She never heard him speak with such sincerity and tenderness before. She swore if not for the dim lighting, he’d caught her cheek turn as red as her hair.

Well, there’s always a first for everything. “You owe me nothing. Anytime, Beanpole.” 

********************

“Soap?” Rodolfo called to the man in front of him.

“Hm?” 

“Did, uh… Ghost and Jade have something between them?” Hearing the Mexican sergeant’s question, Soap couldn’t help the laughter from his mouth; he had to cover them from spitting his food.

“You see it too, don’t you?” Soap responded with a chuckle, “To answer your question, no, I don’t think they had something. We’ve only known Jade about three years ago, during the conflict for Verdansk.” 

“Three years ago?” Rodolfo questioned.

“Yes. The lass were called in by Laswell. She’s fierce, I’ll give her that. However, Ghost wasn’t the kindest person at the time, and there were… trust issues among the group. So he’s the one who started the Midget thingy, and Jade responded fairly by calling Ghost Beanpole.”

The Mexican cooed in acknowledgement, getting back to his rations. “They’re very… compatible together.”

“You’re right on point on that, Hermano.”

------- FIN -------

Hope you loved it! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[sofasoap]

Sofasoap's Call of Duty Fic Rec

Always wanted to make a list of my very subjective CoD fic rec list, and also I promised my good buddy @groguspicklejar ( famous author of Beloved series) a list of fic recs, let me list some of my beautiful mutual's and some amazing writers and artists so they can go binge read.

Edit : I'll keep adding artist/writers on as I go. When my brain cells is functioning.

@saltofmercury -Let's start off with the mother of my Mini MacTavish. The one who made me fell in love and hit the nail in the coffin for CoD fandom.

If you are into König, her " Break-in" series is a must read. check out her Soap fics too :) Masterlist

@floral-force - My bestie! delicious Simon/Ghost fics.

American Hospitality is my favourite. Or honeypot is guarantee making you crave for more :)

Check out their Mando fics too :)

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - You want slow burn? check out lovely Bear's "The Roommate Series". Wonderful progression of relationship between Simon and his room mate. Your Friendly Neighbor Soap and Shy reader, OH SO CUTE.

@deadbranch - Spy and Cold war style fics? You are in the right place. The killing moon and Dying sun series. Gut wrenching.

or check out the light hearted None Taken ( personal favourite!), threesome fics? Goth style Reader? Check out their MASTERLIST for full list of goodies.

@brewed-pangolin The president of "Soap Squad" club.

Fireside Whiskey - personal favourite. Soft and thoughtful Soap is just heaven. Kati's page is full of wonderful Soap deliciousness. check it out if you want some Soap fun.

@writeforfandoms  - Jen jen jen jen jen. Multifandom talent. AU Prodigy. But let's focus on the CoD here, Puppy Love - Price and puppy? can't go wrong with that. Born for Greatness and Howlin' For You Shifter!AU is my latest obsession here.

@random-thot-generator - Kris, The princess of Thotland and Thotlandia. Their latest work: A Patient Man - had me all hot and bothered. Sweet sweet Rudy. OH how can you be so sexy.

@jynxmirage, Jynx!!!! the one I blame for falling into Top Gun fandom. but that's not the point :P

Communication is Key - my current obsession :) Soft caring Price, oh give me this Captain price any day...

@as-is-above-so-below  - Oh Gezez, Simon X OC ( Freya ) fic The Captain is utterly brilliant. Angst, suspension, Thirst, smut... you name it, you get it.

@roosterr - my Fellow Nikolai fanatic, check out her "guardian angel"

series, action action action and of course, love story :)

@siilvan - another one of my fellow Nikolai fanatic, Aqua Regia

series , Nikolai the flirt, sexy flirt , complete with smut * smirk *

@homicidal-slvt - How can I forget the spark to my Lastochka series?

and one of my biggest supporter.

Check out their creative CoD Headcanons and full list of CoD works that will guarantee satisfaction.

@nrdmssgs - to round off my Nikolai fanatic club , and also brilliant artist, A heart full of pity series is one of my latest obsession featuring good old Nikolai.

@captainpriceslover - my crack fic inspo buddy ( miss you a lot!!!). the one gifted me ideas of Soap dispensers lol.

aiaigasa (相合傘) - featuring our TF141 sweet boy, Gaz, had my heart melting.

@starstruckmiraclekitty  - You want H/C and scenarios? * falling out of the bag * here is the place to go. :)

@random0lover - you want soft fluffy Soap? Hot Chocolate & Hoodies, you want angsty type of story? Open Wounds and War Paint

you get all with Kat!!!

@lethalchiralium , how can I forget Keri! ( I knew I forgot someone.. argh )

@namedlunagoddess - another 3Drender goddess. OH CHECK OUT HER Sowa Team fic if you are into Gromsko, its HOT SMUTTY DELICIOUS FIC.

The Happiness series, don’t let the title fool ya (well it does bring you happiness reading such talented writing) this story is like washing machine, throws your emotions all over the place, let you grip onto your chair, wanting more.

@mistydeyes so many awesome stories to choose from! My current favourite is "choose your flowers, carefully" Good old Gaz x reader story, and one of my favourite trope - childhood to lovers 🥺 please go check it out!

Now , Some brilliant artists:

@shkretart - This utterly utterly talented person, Price and Nikolai and Simon, will have your nose bleeding within 0.1 seconds.

@ave661 - out of this world 3Drenders always have my eyes popping out of the socket.

@nrdmssgs - mentioned once, should mention again, beautiful art :)

@wombywoo - TF141 boys in their dress uniform? YES PLEASE.

@loneghostwolf oh, another wonderful 3D render artist that bless us with wonderful food of the CoD boys

@hffhifjou - You want rugby boys? You get rugby boys :) and football. and all sort of deliciousness :)

@lululandd  - FROGGY CoD boys!!!!!!!! and wonderful fics too, please check THEM OUT MASTERLIST

I am sorry If I miss out anyone. after 13+ hours at work I am exhausted.

[jinxxangel13]

Phantom of the Night

Chapter 1

This will be a 141/female oc, with possible variations down the line depending on the route I take with a pairing.

Updates will hopefully be once a week, depending on my work schedule. So thank you everyone for being so patient with me!

Hope you enjoy!

~Masterlist~ -Next-

The helo finally started its descent. The front of the vehicle housed a quiet man with a bright smile as he spoke into his headset to the only other person in the air with him. The woman sitting behind him held onto her seat with a joyous laugh at the man's jokes.

“Nik, stop or my stomach is going to burst!” The woman was finally gaining control of her breathing as he landed on the helipad perfectly. Not that she expected anything less from the Russian man who had become a friend over the course of the last few years they had known each other.

With a deep chuckle, Nikolai shuts everything down as she unbuckles herself and starts to gather her backpack and two large duffles, dropping them to the ground out of the door before tossing another duffle towards him.

“Come on, Nik. We’re already late because of you.” She joked towards him, jumping down from the helo without difficulty. Funny now that she thinks about it; she had seen recruits hit the ground like a sack of potatoes more times than she could count, and here she is able to do it in her sleep most likely.

“Says the one who made me late, Kitty Kat.” He rolled his eyes and followed after her onto the tarmac.

She shook her head at the nickname, taking the hair tie out of her hair to let her braid out of its bun and grabbing her bags to find her way through the new base in search of only one person.

The two of them were attracting many looks, Nik seemingly used to it, but the woman next to him was definitely uncomfortable with the eyes on her but kept her head up as they made their way through a set of doors.

Nikolai stopped at a standard wood door, knocking before walking right in. The woman followed behind him and set her bags right next to the door before looking around the room.

It was a moderate sized meeting room of sorts, multiple swivel chairs scattered around a large mahogany table that took up a majority of the room. Two fairly large men were standing in the corner farthest from where Nikolai and Kit were at the door, one of which sported a black balaclava with a white skull imprint on the front and a UK flag on the front of his tac vest, while the slightly shorter man had some sort of weird mohawk and an SAS patch on his chest. There was another man, younger than the other two, dark skin and short hair sitting on the opposite side of the table.

There was a TV stand set up in the corner behind an open laptop between the larger men and the youngest, with the woman the pair came in looking for was standing. The person in question was standing just behind the small screen, an average size woman in her mid forties with brown hair pulled out of her face. She was standing hunched over the laptop with a man in his mid to late 30’s, brown mutton chops and some kind of odd looking fisherman hat. 

A boonie hat? She hadn’t seen anyone wear one since she was younger.

“Kate Laswell, good to see you again, old friend.” The woman finally spoke up from next to Nik.

The older woman across from her snapped her head up to the voice. Kate's hard set eyes softened after taking the other woman in for the first time in what seemed like years, a smile appeared on her face as she relaxed slightly at the sight of the 5’9” woman. 

The woman next to Nikolai had dark hair that tumbled down her back in a long braid, piercing silver eyes that seem to observe everything all of the time, and olive skin that was only disrupted by the sight of freckles across her face. She wore a grey long sleeve shirt under a camo jacket, black cargo pants and boots expertly laced up, with a small neck wrap tucked into the back of her jacket,

“Captain Felis. You know it is always a pleasure.” Kate walked around the man next to her, holding her hand out to Felis, to which Kate was pulled into a much needed hug.

Both women checkled as they stepped back from each other, Kate turning to address everyone else in the room but looking towards Nikolai.

“Thank you for the safe travels, Nik. I appreciate not being thrown from a plane this time.” Kit nagged, shaking his hand before he nodded with a chuckle.

“One time, Kit. Laswell, Price, a pleasure.” Nik turned and walked back out of the door and shut it behind him.

Kit sighed as he left, looking back towards the group in front of herself and Laswell.

“Captain Felis, I'd like for you to meet Task Force 141. This is Captain John Price,” Kate motioned to the older man she was conversing with before Felis came in.

Price walked around to shake Kit’s hand, with her returning the firm handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Captain Price. Most people just call me Kitty, or Kit.” She shrugged with a gentle smile.

“This is Lieutenant Ghost Riley,” He motioned to the larger man with the skull mask. “These are my Sergeants, Gaz Garrick and Soap MacTavish.” Price nodded towards the younger dark skinned man as Gaz, and the mohawk as Soap.

Kit nodded to the three of them, recognition flashing in her eyes at their names, having seen their files from Laswell a few months prior to being requested on this particular base.

Laswell waved her hands towards the table to get everyone seated. Kit took a seat closer to the door with her back to the far wall and the door in her line of sight. Old habits die hard.

Price sat next to Laswell at the other end of the table, with Soap sitting next to him, Ghost standing behind them and next to the door, and Kyle sitting to Kit’s right on the other side of Laswells and across from Price.

“Gaz, Soap, Ghost. Captain Felis is going to be your doctor on base, and a field medic when needed.” Laswell passed a folder to Price, most likely Kit’s if she guessed correctly. “As well as a strategist and stealth specialist.” 

Kit took a deep breath, leaning her elbow on the table.

“I hope that’s the redacted version, Kate.” Kit chuckled softly, meeting Laswell’s eyes. 

Laswell shook her head with a gentle smile. “As if you’d give me access to any other.”

Both women laughed softly together, much to the confusion of the four men in the room.

“And don’t worry, boys, I know how to handle myself with anything thrown at me. That’s a guarantee.” Kit shrugged, eyes meeting everyone's gaze head on with no fear.

[hunterbunter3000]

Omg imagine he told the rest of the guys that he got to do that and they all fuckin riot lmao

What we're referring to!

EEEYAAAAAAAAA THEY WOULD BE SO L I V I D

Price would bite into his cigar and not even notice that he did. He would definitely make Alex run extra laps A MONTH LATER after he told him.

Ghost would just-- ignore him. For a while honestly. He would be tense as hell around Alex and just MEAN MUG HIM

Soap would just complain NON-STOP like bro omg please stop talking. he would be so jealous of Alex. Like he's been wanting to kneel to her for a while what makes yoOoOOuU so SPECIAL A L E X

Gaz would be like- "....that's cool mate. Weird kink and flex but whatever floats your boat" but he would have this pit in his stomach for a while and doesn't know what it could mean (he's jealous and sad lol)

König would probably cry-- WELL NOT CRY BUT LIKE-- at least whine about it. He would want to ask Sweetheart if he can kneel to her but the balls weren't balling rn so he doesn't ask 💀💀

Roach would be like "O_O dayum" like now he can really see how powerful this woman actually is and its kinda scary? And he kinda likes it? He's going thru somethings rn LOL

Horangi would look offended tbh and ask Alex "have you no shame?" But would immediately do the same thing if she asked

Alejandro was HEATED-- saying "You should've worshiped her instead of begging" this and "how the hell did you get that opportunity" that, and basically just cursing him in Spanish for about an hour 💀

Rodolfo was embarrassed hearing it, because he literally see it happen in his mind. Like woah... that's hot. And he's super impressed on how she got a GROWN ASS MAN to KNEEL before her. (Over somethin stoopid)

He didn't even tell Graves lmao he heard thru the grapevine (König telling Krueger) and he was so ENVIOUS-- he would KILL to just get close to her legs like what

Krueger-- he's honestly like "good. You should ALL kneel and bow down to her tf is you doin" he's so open to other men being submissive little bitches to his woman (not his woman he's just delusional rn)

[ladyelissarose]

‘A Mother’s Revenge’

COD MW x Female widowed reader- callsign: Melione (means Goddess of nightmares and ghosts)

Summary: After your husband and son are killed during a massacre, you mourn the loss of them, as you enter into a new version of yourself, that you never thought you had. The 141 has kept an eye on you, secretly, and admire what they see. As they watch your raging anger as your grow behaviors and tactics of a perfect assassin. Laswell takes you in, and promises to give you the revenge you want, if you work for them and help them take down who you find out is the same people that killed your family. But will you work with them and bring them in to serve for justice? Or will you just take advantage of their team to get them yourself, and kill them all?

Chapter 1 - ‘A Nightmare Became An Obsession’

Chapter 2 - ‘Backfire’

Chapter 3 - ‘Can I Trust You?’

Chapter 4 - ‘Miscommunication’

Chapter 5 - ‘What Am I Up Against?’

Chapter 6 - ‘I Don’t Know’

Chapter 7 - ‘Led Blindly’

Chapter 8 - ‘Betrayed’

Chapter 9 - ‘Revelation’

Chapter 10 - ‘Our Purpose’

Chapter 11 - ‘Ghosts’

Chapter 12 - ‘Target eliminated- onto the next’

Next Chapters are in the works!!

[saturncodedstarlette]

Rodolfo, trying to fix something : Could you give me a hand?

Y/N : Sure.

Y/N, grabs his hand and hold it : ☺️

Rodolfo, chuckles : You’re cute but that’s not what I meant.

[carnaluv]

Ramadan Kareem! It's Laila (Luck) first day suhoor with Kortac 🐺🖤

[augenblicklich-lila]

cod incorrect quotes #4

I did warn you that I have a ton of these :D

the usual jazz, mainly Y/N/reader stuff, platonic and romantic, also some suggestive stuff but I feel like that's a given with these dummies. Also has some Soapghost!

at some point, I feel like a masterlist might be useful.

- Lila

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ♛ （ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

Y/N: Made you all playlists! Y/N: Ghost, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Y/N: König, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Y/N: And Soap has the ABBA Gold album.

Price: For self-defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely. Ghost, Soap, & Y/N: Okay. Price: If you don't want to die, give me all your money. Soap: Bold of you to assume I have money. Ghost: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die. Y/N: Bold of you to assume I can die.

Y/N: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess. Ghost: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to? Soap: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit. Gaz: Guys.

Soap: I just found out from Gaz today that when Sheperd died and the service did the 21-gun salute at his funeral, Y/N said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

Gaz: What’s up with Ghost? He's been laying on the floor for like….an hour now? Soap: He's just a little overwhelmed. Gaz: Why? Soap: Y/N smiled at him.

Price: sees Ghost and Soap together Price: They're cute. I would put them on a boat. Y/N: You mean… you ship them?

Y/N: I am darkness. I am power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am- Soap: A doll. Gaz: A cinnamon roll. Ghost: A sweetheart. Y/N: Y/N: …stop it.

Price, teaching Y/N to drive: Okay, you're driving and Soap and Graves walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit? Y/N: Oh, definitely Graves. I could never hurt Soap. Price, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

Y/N: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Ghost: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Y/N: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Ghost: But I heard a siren. Gaz: That was Soap. Soap: Sorry, I got nervous.

Y/N: That's ridiculous, Ghost doesn't have a crush on me. Price: Yes, he does. Gaz: Yes, he does. Ghost: Yes I do.

Gaz: What is it called when you kill a friend? Ghost: Homicide. Soap: Murder. Y/N: Homiecide.

König: What is love? Alejandro: An emotional minefield. Ghost: A neurochemical reaction. Y/N & Soap: Baby don't hurt me.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ 　 ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

[personwhowrites]

Okay. Last one!

(I just need this fluff for my heart)

S/o who admits to Price, ghost, Alejandro and Rudy that they see them as a father Figure and that they feel save and protected around them. (since they grew up without a dad)

I am so sorry it’s taken me forever to do your request! I loved making this, it warmed my heart since I know how it feels to grow up without a dad. Anyways! Lots of love for your patience Anon!- E <3

Father Figure

John Captain Price

He has seen your behavior in the past months how you become more closed and open to him.

It wasn’t a shocker to him when you admit that you see him as a father figure. He does smile at it and brings you into the bear hug.

He does tease you around the other men. Bragging about to them, slightly embarrassing you at times.

When you accidentally call him dad at a time in front of others he was dying of happiness, while you were dying of embarrassment.

He does have some daughter and father bonding training with you. Sometimes going easy on you make you feel more wanted and comfortable around him.

He accidentally keys it slip by calling you their kid while introducing you to other people.

“Dad! Hey can you get me that soda?” You say looking at your book. “Ple—“

“Dad?” Soap says looking at you then you realize the words you said.. “Woah that’s new y/n.”

“Here you go kiddo..” Price says handing you a soda. “We didn’t have grape.”

Simon Ghost Riley

He also noticed your strange admiration for him. Sometimes he would distance himself from you, knowing it hurt.

After you let it slip that you see him as a father figure he panics. He doesn’t know how to take in the news, he never expected that from you. Mostly he thought you saw price more as a father figure but instead you see him more as that.

It takes a long long times for him to finally accept the truth he’s a father figure to you.

It takes some times for him to feel comfortable around you. Knowing the fact you idolize him now, puts slightly more pressure on keeping you safe.

He does act like a dad when you two are alone. Teaching you everything he knows, making sure you can protect yourself if something happens to him.

The others do take note of this but don’t dare ask. They don’t want to ruin the value that ghost has for you.

“Now, steady.. breathe.” Ghost says helping you aim. “Look through the scope kid..”

“Right..” You mumble taking a small breath then take the shot. “Hell ya!”

“Nice.” Ghost says patting your back. “Real nice kid.”

Alejandro Vergas

It didn’t come to shocker to him. He could tell from the moment he met you. How you choose to leave Task Force 141 for his team. How your eyes shine the moment you joined them officially.

He even treated as one of his own kids. Blood or not you were his kid like or not.

The moment you let it slipped you see him as a father figure he was happy. Even throwing a party in your honor for finally being his kid. No one really question it.

He does also train you, wanting you to always be safe if one day things get bad with the Cartel and he doesn’t come back. Like Ghost he acts more of a father figure in private.

He does big you a lot of hugs, ruffles your hair every time he sees you. Slightly brags to your old team, just not too much since he knows they miss you deeply.

He does take a lot of photo of you and gives you the biggest praises for the smallest things.

“And… done!” You say placing the gun down. “All clean and put back together!”

“Vamos!” Alejandro yells giving you a hug. “Tu eres lo mejor!!” (Let’s go!, you are the best!)

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

He was slightly surprised when you ask to stay with them. Leaving the Task Force 141 for them was a big deal, sure you have long talks about with him but he never actually thought you would go through it.

He always saw how you would admire Alejandro, slowing connecting every he thought you father figured Alejandro. Yet you let it slip when you’re drunk, how you seem like a father you wish you had as a kid.

Alejandro is slight sour about it, but seen Rodolfo happy and lets it go. After that drunk confession he never lets you out of your sight and stays near you 24/7. Need to talk to someone about a problem? Boom! His right there waiting to be talked to.

He doesn’t care about showing father figure in public. The others in the team notice and bring it up to Alejandro who tells them to leave it.

Like Price he gives you bear hugs, knowing you live them secretly. He loves it when you call him Papa, or pa. It brings a warming touch in his heart.

“Pa!” You say running over to him with a small goat. “Can we please keep it!”

“Ay..Y/n.. que voy hacer contigo..” Rodolfo says shaking his head and tossing his head in laughter. (Ah.. y/n what im I gonna do with you…)

[bibidibaddieboom]

How they would say "sex."

Alejandro: making el amor, noche de pasión.

Rudy: making el amor.

Bala: el delicioso, el fruti-fantastic, el no respect.

Soap: banging, lay, shag.

Ghost: fuck.

Price: sex, fornicate.

Gaz: screw, get it on.

Laswell: fuck, intercourse.

Farah: sleep with, have relations with.

Alex: knock your stocks off, hump.