#alex cod mw2

[alexthetrashyracoon]

“You look like my boyfriend.”

Simon raises a brow at that statement and sits down in the nearby chair. His eyes on you. “Is that so, lovely?”

“Mhm,” you agree with a confident nod and loopy. “No. My boyfriend is prettier than you.”

He isn’t sure if he should take it as a compliment or as an insult, for now Simon decides to not comment on it. “You must be lucky to have such a pretty boyfriend then.” He grins and sips his cheap hospital coffee.

“Oh, I am! He’s pretty and cool and strong. And you should be careful because he’ll be here soon!” You pout, shoving your lower lip forward.

Cute. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gone before he shows up.” Simon reassures you and pats your thigh.

You don’t reply, the remaining anesthesia must still be running its course through your body after the surgery in which the doctor took out your inflamed appendix, snoring softly in the otherwise quiet room. “Good thing your boyfriend is already here, lovely.” Simon chuckles before tugging the thin hospital blanket higher over your chest and keeping watch as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. “And he will be here when you wake up again. He will always be there, my lovely.”

[sky-is-the-limit]

"𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏."

[klaart]

Sprout Alex + Farah!!🌱✨

Trying something different,,

[graveseveryday]

Day 11

Im home from my vacation!! felt like this had to follow day 10 or else it wouldn’t make sense, A better drawing will be posted tomorrow, sorry to make u wait 😄

[azucarera-art]

based off this:

[sgt-cheetoh]

Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow

Alex: Weak, I sleep with a gun under mine

Soap: Pathetic

Gaz: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with then?

Soap: Ghost.

[reelovesfictionalmen]

Can you guys please tag your noncon, dubcon, grooming, toxic and abusive fics properly.

I don't want to even see that shit on my timeline suggested to me because you're too lazy to add it to the hashtags. How can we filter out content that disturbs us if you don't tag it?

I'm seriously so over it. If you can use the tags to tag the ship, you can use them to tag your dead dove content. It's your responsibility to tag your content properly.

[http-paprika]

Roommates are sometimes absolute assholes. But not Alex Keller, Alex Keller would be a good damn roommate. You wouldn't have to worry about him arguing on the phone with someone at 1:00 AM when you have work early in the morning. You may just have to remind him to turn down his romcoms late at night.

That goes for Gaz as well, he'd honestly be the one getting onto me for leaving my dishes in the sink. He'd put you in your place so fast it would leave you awestruck and you'd end up washing his dishes out of confusion. The apartment? It would smell so nice in a natural way.

Soap.... Soap wouldn't intentionally be a bad roommate. But I have a feeling that he'd accidentally be loud late at night or early in the morning. He doesn't think about the fact that you're still nice in bed when he comes back from the gym and starts making a protein smoothie. After the first couple of times of you complaining tho, he'd switch to making them the day before.

And do you even actually have a roommate when it comes to Ghost? Yeah, he pays his share of rent and utilities but he's sighted less than the local cryptid. The one time you did seem to see him was at 3:00 AM when you went to go get water. You screamed so loudly that your neighbors thought someone had broken into your apartment.

Price isn't your roommate. He's your whole ass husband. The fridge and pantry are full of beers, meat and potatoes. After plenty of persuading he's finally agreed to stop smoking in the apartment, but the smell from his cigar still lingers a little.

[temeyes]

im a day late omg, but happiest birthday to my wife Farah Karim!!

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon was a light sleeper, he had to in his line of work, but he wasn’t just a light sleeper when he was on duty, but at home too.

So when one night he was woken by a clanging down in the kitchen, Simon sat straight in bed, clear headed and focused on locations the reason for that noise.

A small smile slipped on his face, someone was stupid enough to break into his home, must be Simon’s lucky day.

“Stay here, I’ll take care…” He whispered into the dark room, hand patting the space next to him only to find it cold.

You weren’t there.

Simon’s blood froze.

The smile was gone.

His mind ran with a million questions at the same time. Did something happen to you? Were you in danger?

Without hesitation he slipped out of bed and out of the room.

He searched the guest rooms but found everything empty and quiet. So Simon sneaked downstairs, seeing lights on in the kitchen.

To be honest, Simon shouldn’t be surprised. He should absolutely not be surprised to look at the clock on the wall to see the time being three in the morning and you, sitting on the counter, in one of his shirts and your unicorn slippers on while snacking on a freshly opened bag of shredded cheese.

“And here I thought someone broke into our home.” Simon announced his presence and stepped next to you, realizing that you had been daydreaming while eating.

“Damn, don’t scare me, Si!” You complain and cough harshly as you felt some shredded cheese making its way down your windpipe.

He laughed and patted your back, helping you to take a deep breath again. “Sorry, sweets. Like I said, thought we get robbed. What happened that caused me to wake up? Usually you’re quite as a mouse eating your shredded cheese.”

“You left the salad bowl out, I haven’t seen it, ran into it with my fat ass. Sorry for waking you. Know how much you love your sleep.” You mumbled and leaned against his side.

“Mhm… but not as much as eating shredded cheese with you at three in the morning.” Simon grinned and stole the bag of cheese from your hands. “That’s for waking me.” He ate half the bag before handing it back to you. “And that’s for making me think we were getting robbed.”

He stole a sweet kiss from your lips when you were closing the bag of cheese, grinning when you accidentally let it fall to the ground in surprise.

If anyone asks where I was, five words, Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail. Sorry <3

[rusticfurnace]

Would you ever consider drawing Alex (Keller)? I would love to see him in your style 🥹

hmm let me think abt it...... nah

[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.

[blingblong55]

New bodies- John Price// Alex Keller NSFW

Based on a request: Ok hear me out… this girl has been absolutely fighting for prices attention for years and Price being stubborn gives it to her in fleeting moments. He thinks she’s just gonna wait forever for this old man to finally settle down. He’s always making her think she has a chance, only for price to always choose some random chick from the bar. The rest of 141 convinced her to just give up and she slowly does because the rejection makes her stomach sick. Well unfortunately for price Alex Keller is absolutely smitten with her. And Alex noticed that price is clearly not going to fuck this poor girl like she deserves. So being the absolute gentleman Alex is he makes a makeshift date out of some MREs and a sunset. They don’t even realize price is watching them as things get heated. I mean Alex is making a mess of this poor thing, hickeys all over her neck, soaked from her squirting. Alex is going to absolutely destroy her and price is there is the shadows, hard as a rock, barely quiet as he strokes himself. ---- F!Reader, MDNI, smut, 18+, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, unestablished!relationship, voyeurism, unrequited!love ----

There is no I love you. There are just fleeting moments, moments where all you can feel is butterflies when he smiles at you. It's dumb, it's quite stupid but it's him. Were you a fool to believe that one day you'd be more than a body to him? Maybe you were but love makes us all blind and surely your silent prayers would be answered and he'd come knocking on your door and say, "You were right, I do love you." 

He would never say those words. 

There were days he'd tell you sweet nothings. Hope...fucking false hope. Was there a day you just wanted to wake up to him? Yes. Did he tell you specifically he wanted you? No. But there was hope. Hope in the way he looked into your eyes and smiled. Laughed at your silly jokes. Listened intently to your words, fucking active listeners. And for a moment then, you saw a future. 

A kitchen with a window so you could look out and watch him chase around the dog. Giggles surrounding the home. Dinners where he could hold your hand under the table and then bring it to his lips.

What a vision for the idiots who believe. 

You turn around, watching as he walks into the pub. Your eyes meet and while your heart races, his doesn't. There's no real feeling for him there. But for you there is. Your heart races and the world stops as you look at him. Your eyes are soft and full of hope, full of everything in this world but his love. Why must you be such a fool?

Damn Elvis song. 

Slowly as Price makes sure you know there is no hope for you and him. He brings in random women or rather meets random women at the pub. He makes sure you see it. Make sure you know he won't love you. You won't be the one to be held in his big arms as he watches the game with the lads. No Sunday dinners, no family dog and no giggles as he runs around with the kids. 

There's no him and you. 

Four months ago, Alex was brought in for a special mission. Well, missions take time, training and making of plans. In his downtime, he took his precious time getting to know you. To know every crevice and all those things that make you tick. 

Well, soon enough you're in his arms. On his bed and in between kisses, you shiver as Alex's lips trail fiery kisses along the column of your neck, his stubble deliciously rough against my sensitive skin. Strong hands roam your curves, mapping out every dip and swell, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You can feel the heat of his gaze, intense and hungry, devouring you like a starving man presented with a feast.

"Fuck, you're breathtaking," Alex growls, voice dripping with lust. His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging lightly as he crashes his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss. You moan into it, melting under his touch, surrendering yourself completely to the inferno he's ignited within you.

Alex breaks the kiss, only to blaze a scorching path down to your neck, licking and nipping at the tender flesh. He sucks hard, marking you, claiming you, as his hands grip your ass, pulling you flush against him. You can feel his hard length pressing insistently against your core, separated only by the flimsy fabric of your panties.

"So fucking perfect," he rasps, voice strained with desire. His fingers dance along the waistband of your panties, teasingly dipping beneath the lace. "Fuck, baby, you're dripping already," Alex groans, fingers slipping beneath the drenched lace, stroking your slick folds. "I can feel how much you want this, how badly you need my cock."

His thumb finds your clit, circling the sensitive nub, as two long digits plunge deep into your core. You cry out, back arching off the ground, hips bucking to meet his hand. Alex works you mercilessly, fucking you with his fingers, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside you.

"I'm going to ruin you," he promises darkly, voices rough with lust. "Wreck this pretty little pussy on my dick until you're fucking ruined for anyone else. No one will ever make you feel as good as I can."

He seals his filthy words with a brutal kiss, swallowing your moans, as he tears your panties off, baring you completely to his hungry gaze. The cool air kisses your heated skin, your dripping slit on a lewd display, as Alex looms over you, eyes wild with primal desire.

"So fucking gorgeous," he rasps, free hand palming his rigid cock through his pants, giving it a firm squeeze. Alex settles himselfq between your thighs, the thick line of his erection pressing hot and heavy against your weeping core. He grinds against you, coating his length on your slick arousal, the rough denim of his pants deliciously abrasive against your sensitive folds. You whimper and writhe beneath him, desperate for more, craving the feel of his bare skin against yours.

"Patience, baby," Alex chuckles darkly, amused by your desperation, "I will give you exactly what you need. Gonna fuck this greedy little cunt so hard, you'll be feeling me for days."

He sits back on his haunches, hands gripping your hips as he holds you still, preventing you from chasing his touch. With a wicked grin, he reaches for his belt, unbuckling it slowly, drawing out the anticipation. The clink of metal against metal fills the air, followed by the whispered rasp of his zipper as he lowers it, inch by torturous inch.

Finally, blessedly, his cock springs free, long and thick and perfect, the swollen head already glistening with beads of moisture. You lick your lips, mouth watering at the sight, hungry to taste him. With a grunt, Alex sheathes himself inside you, hitting his thick length in one powerful thrust. You scream, back bowing off the ground, your nails raking down his muscular back as he stretches you wide around his girth. He's so big and he's in so deep, you can feel him in your throat, your lungs. 

"Fuck, so goddamn tight," Alex snarls, hips rolling in a slow grind, stirring his cock inside your fluttering walls. He pulls nearly out, before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing obscenely in the still night air.

You're lost in sensation, drowning in the pleasure radiating from where we're joined, your body clenching greedily around him, trying to hold him deep. Alex leans down, capturing your mouth in a filthy kiss, tongue delving deep, swallowing your screams of rapture. His stubble scrapes your jaw as he devours you, drinking down your ecstasy, revelling in the sounds of your pleasure.

"Take it, you perfect little slut," Alex growls against your lips, one hand fisting in your hair. Alex pistons his hips, fucking into you with deep, powerful strokes, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each brutal thrust. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with your wanton cries and Alex's guttural grunts of exertion. Your trembling, writhing beneath him, your body shaking apart from the force of his fucking.

"Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me," Alex rasps, voice strained with pleasure, "Gonna make me fucking bust so hard in this tight little cunt." His words send a bolt of electricity through you, your core clenching hard around his pistoning length.

Unbeknownst to you both, a dark silhouette shifts in the shadows, John Price standing motionless, eyes glued to the debauched scene before him. The wet slap of flesh against flesh and our coupled moans reach his ears, his cock straining against the confines of his pants, an obvious tent forming in the fabric.

Price reaches down, palming himself through his pants, biting back a groan as his hand closes around his rigid flesh. He watches Alex pound into the woman with increasingly rough, animalistic thrusts, grunting and cursing. Price unzips his pants with fumbling hands, freeing his aching cock. He wraps a calloused hand around the throbbing shaft, giving it a firm squeeze, biting his lip to stifle a groan. His thumb swipes over the swollen crown, smearing the bead of moisture that's leaked from the tip.

He strokes himself in time with Alex's brutal thrusts, tight fist-pumping along his thick length, revelling in the filthy scene. Price's heavy sac draws up, balls churning with pent-up release, as he watches Alex rail you into oblivion, your body shaking like a rag doll.

Alex snarls a litany of curses, hips slamming forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his orgasm crashes over him. "Fuck!" he roars, voice echoing through the night, as he explodes deep inside you, flooding your spasming cunt with jet after jet of hot seed.

You scream, back arching like a bow, as your peak slams into you, vision whitening at the edges. You milk Alex for every last drop, greedy cunt rippling and squeezing, trying to wring out his release.

Maybe Price could use you some time... maybe this was something he did want with you.

A/N: this was written between my best friend and I, so if you notice a change in words, that’s why.

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[azucarera-art]

old faralex art i posted on twt but forgot to post here

[brattypagansub]

How I imagine the 141 community Soapy boy bulletin group chat going

(He’s recovering from the subway tunnel and has amnesia)

Price: so I looked at Johnny’s phone earlier and he’s changed all our contact names

Gaz: bloody hell I’m afraid to ask

Ghost: tell me

Price: Gaz… you’re ‘angry twink’

Price: Simon you’re ‘owner’ and yes I expect you to explain that one

Price: Farah you’re ’tiny lady that scares me’

Price: Alejandro you’re ‘spicey Miami Vice’

Price: Alex you’re ’southern comfort’

Price: and apparently I’m ‘daddy’

[runicarbiter02]

How would each CoD character react to you touching their cheek for the first time? (In a caressing way)

A/N: Oh my god, this is actually the cutest and I couldn't think of a better way to start off this blog, thank you for this, love! I hope you enjoy! ~ Hannah

ALEX KELLER

Oh, this man is absolutely melting the second your hand cups the side of his face.

The goofiest damn grin on his face, corners of his eyes crinkling, soft laugh rumbling in his chest.

"How ya doing, sweetheart? Hanging in there?" Man is always concerned with you and your well-being.

Absolutely is the type of person to just completely nuzzle into your touch, soft sigh of content leaving his lips.

You aren't getting your hand back any time soon. Try and pull away, and he will absolutely pull the kicked puppy look. You can't bring yourself to pull away anyway.

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

"Oh, is there something you need, mi vida?" This motherfucker and his sweet, smooth voice. Love him.

He will gently draw you in close with a hand on your waist, that signature cheeky grin on his lips. He'll gently take your hand in his and just press sweet kisses to your fingertips.

This will lead to him pulling you aside for a moment, peppering you in sweet kisses and showering you in the most endearing compliments in Spanish.

Expect to be walking away with a spring in your step and a flushed face.

GARY "ROACH" SANDERSON

At first, he will look wildly confused, his brows furrowing slightly and his head cocking to the side.

"What's up, hun? Everything okay?" He signs the term of endearment with so much passion every time, it is absolutely the sweetest and most heartwarming thing. Any term of endearment he uses is always signed with more passion than anything else.

Once you let him know you just wanted to love on him, this cheeky little shit is flirting with you like crazy.

"Oh, just wanted to love on me, huh? Well, there's more ways you could-" He cuts his signing off with his own laughter when you playfully shove his face away, and he follows after you, making obnoxious kissy noises.

He makes it up to you, though, with the most affectionate kisses. He's goofy and that reflects in how he shows you his love.

(Can you tell I love Roach? I love him very much.)

JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

Johnny will take your other hand, place it on his other cheek, and will gently press your hands against his cheeks to squish his face.

He hums happily, reveling in your touch as his eyes shut and his lips curl into a smile.

"Always know what I need before I even do, mo chridhe." This man is so, so whipped for you. Looks at you with so much love and affection that you might as well melt before him.

Do expect this to end up with you wrapped up in his arms, snuggled close, the Scotsman whispering some of the stupidest jokes known to man to you in an effort to get you to laugh.

JOHN PRICE

I have like a very specific image in mind for this one!

He tends to work himself to the bone, getting lost and caught up in his work, and its very, very hard to get him out of it. It's one of those nights where you find him hunched over his desk, nose buried in his work.

You walk up behind him, gently resting your hand on his cheek and he pauses, tilting his head back to look up at you.

Despite the exhaustion, his expression softens, the tender smile on his face highlighting the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

"It's late, isn't it...? Mmm... Alright, dearest, I'll head to bed."

He gently grasps your wrist and tilts his head to press a fleeting kiss to your palm, and then to the pulse point on your wrist. It takes a bit more convincing before he's off to bed.

(I'm a bit biased, I'm a major John Price simp if you couldn't tell.)

KEEGAN RUSS

Look, I firmly believe our resident masked men are softies, but they're all different in terms of their softness.

This man is a softie with you, but good god, is he suave and flirty.

"Mmm, what's up, kid...? Just looking for an excuse to see my face, hm? All you had to do was ask." It should be illegal how much this man's voice sounds like a silky purr.

Soft kisses to your fingers, knuckles, and the back of your palm. Fleeting kisses that barely meet, brushing against your skin and leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

"Always so sweet for me, kid."

KÖNIG

(Apparently this man is a colonel? And from what I've seen, if he joined at 18, and if we take the average amount of time it takes to get to that rank... This man is likely in his early 40s. Dilf König? Dilf König.)

Masked man number two! Softie, but different from Keegan. This man is the shy sort of soft.

I imagine this would happen after he shows you his face for the first time. He grew up bullied for his appearance, among other things, and its made him rather insecure about his looks.

When you gently cup the side of his face after studying him for a moment, he heaves a shuddering sigh and averts his gaze shyly. But, the second you tell him how handsome he is, his face goes pink and he flushes shyly.

"Ah, meine Sonne und Sterne... You're going to make me melt." He then proceeds to kiss you softly on the forehead and tells you how much he loves you.

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

A pleasant flush works its way onto his cheeks and he gives you that beautiful smile full of sunshine.

"Missed you, lovely. You been taking good care of yourself?" Sweet, heartless man that he is, worrying about you even though he looks exhausted after his most recent mission.

Gently draws you into him and just hugs you tight, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and sighing happily. The second your cologne or perfume washes over him, all tension leaves him completely.

"Missed this. Missed you." Whispered words against your skin. He gently sways in place with you as you two embrace, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. Fully cherishes the moment.

"How's about some takeout and we finally watch that show you've been talking about? The House of the Dragon, right? Hopefully its better than the last few seasons of Game of Thrones." You have a stellar date in as you binge the entirety of The House of the Dragon and make up for lost cuddling time.

(Gaz does NOT get enough love and it's criminal. Perfect boyfriend/husband material right here. I adore him. Also? Man is absolutely gorgeous? Best man.)

NIKOLAI

(Russian dilf? Yes please! Underrated man right here.)

Late nights in bed, curled up with him are always the sweetest. Soft whispered nothings as you both lay together, skin on skin, fully content in a post sex haze.

He shoots you a lazy grin as you cup his face, his hand gently rubbing up and down the expanse of your back. "What's on your mind, мое солнышко? Laying there looking so stunning..."

Soft, playful kisses are placed along your jaw, a cheeky smirk on his lips when you begin to protest, laughter in your voice.

"One more round wouldn't hurt... We can sleep in tomorrow morning, Золотце." You know damn well you're going to be exhausted in the morning as he takes the time to worship every inch of your skin.

RODOLFO "RUDY" PARRA

(Rudy, my darling, my beloved, my SWEET! This man is also criminally underrated even though he's PERFECT husband material. SHAME!)

He happily returns the favor as you rest your hand against his cheek, his hand cupping your cheek as he rests his forehead against yours.

"Long day, cariño? Mmm, I understand... I'll draw us a bath and we can relax." He takes your hand, pressing sweet kisses to your knuckles before he draws a bath for the both of you.

You both spend most of the evening in the tub, you resting against his back as he holds you close, featherlight kisses pressed to your skin as you both talk about your day.

The both of you take such good care of each other, and there's never less than 100% put into your relationship on both sides.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

Masked softie number 3: Tender and longing edition.

His night terrors don't often wake you; he's usually fairly good at hiding them. The first time he does wake you is during a particularly violent one that has him thrashing and crying out in his sleep.

He wakes not long after you do, sweating and panting, his voice hoarse from how much he had been crying out. Once you're sure he's fully conscious, you gently rest your hand against his cheek and guide him through a grounding routine: 5 things he sees, 4 people he knows, 3 foods he likes, 2 things he hates, and one thing he loves.

As he talks, you become his sole focus as the night terror fades into the back of his mind, the grounding method working wonders.

And when it comes to the one thing he loves, he shuts his eyes and presses further into your touch, a few tears streaking down his cheeks. One hand gently clutches your wrist while the other rests against yours, holding your hand against his cheek. He doesn't need to say it. You know.

You always, always know. And with a kiss to his forehead and your thumb stroking against his cheek, you let him know. I love you too.

[I'M SORRY IF ANY OF THE TRANSLATIONS ARE INCORRECT, I TRIED MY BEST TO GET THE PROPER ONES!]

Mi vida - My life; honey

Mo chridhe - My heart

Meine Sonne und Sterne - My sun and stars

мое солнышко - My sunshine

Золотце - Honey; darling

Cariño - Honey; dear

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