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valeria headcannons
notes!: started playing mw2 recently and all I can think about is alejandro and valeria. fem reader.
- doesn't like your most played genre of music but pretends a little that she does. she's heard your most played song from that genre so much that she sometimes sings along during car rides in las almas. you occasionally catch her bopping her head before she realises and stops.
- “you know any other songs hermosa?”
- does *not* involve you in any of the cartel business. "not your place querida. I want to keep you safe.”
- when she has important business and has to travel, before she leaves she kisses you on your forehead and grips your shoulders, reassuring you that she'll be back. when you enter your bedroom after you'll find a handwritten card and a little gift.
- not that into being affectionate in public, but sometimes she'll want to hold hands.
- into matching stuff. matching pajamas? yes. matching necklaces? yes. matching cargo pants? maybe.
- likes to lounge around your bungalow when she's not incredibly busy. when you wake up in the morning and go into the kitchen space, you'll see her leaning on the counter, sipping her morning coffee in her white panties and tank top.
- “morning cariño, sleep well?”
- is VERY possessive. when walking around las almas, you catch teenage boys ogling you, making you feel uncomfortable. noticing your shift in mood, valeria notices immediately and starts to curse them out in spanish, making them scurry away in fear.
- “what did you say?”
- “don't worry about it.”
- secretly really loves movie nights, can't stand comedy but loves action and horrors.
- you see her flinch at jumpscares and chuckle at her. she stays silent but stares at you for a couple of seconds out of the corner of her eye before continuing to watch the movie.
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(18+) John Price x Reader
John knows what he’s doing.
He’s not an idiot, and he’s certainly not blind to the glow of your cheeks and the way your voice takes on both a stammer and a higher pitch when he’s around. A captain has to be vigilant, and that just so happens to mean he’s observant to the slight shake in your knees, the nervous laughs spilling from your warped lips without caution, the way your fingers fidget in his presence.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t flattered, if he said he didn’t like being the object of your desire.
So he leans into it. Toying with you, entirely under the guise of plausible deniability. Keeping you guessing and fueling your fantasies, giving you hope that maybe, just maybe, your Captain returns your affection. He likes having you wrapped around his finger, and intends to give you just enough hope to keep you there.
Crossing his arms over his chest, watching you carefully as you struggle to keep eye contact, those pretty, shy eyes sneaking glances at his arms.
Lowering his voice and coating it in honey when he calls you Love, Sweetheart, Darling, just to make you falter.
Leaning in far too close when he looks at your screen over your shoulder, until you can nearly feel the heat of his chest on your back, the scent of a burnt cigar and laundry detergent intoxicating you, his voice a low and gravelly vibration in your ear. He’ll pretend he didn’t notice the sharp, squeaky inhale you make that sends blood rushing to his cock.
Approaching you from behind, resting a hand on the small of your back and sliding it off your waist as he turns to talk to you. Reveling in the way your wide eyes stare back at his, basking in the warmth radiating from your cheeks, knowing full well you’re too flustered to pay attention to a word he’s saying.
Oh, you should have seen it - the first time he responded to, “Yes, Sir,” with, “Good Girl.”
Your whole body tensed, a hitched breath catching in the back of your throat. Lips parted to say something, anything, but John broke you, didn’t he? With two little words - halted every thought in that pretty little brain and sent a wave of arousal straight to your panties.
He couldn’t even bite back his smug grin.
“You like being my good girl?”
You’re frozen, a fawn in headlights, shoes glued to the floor and unable to bring yourself to speak, settling on a faint nod instead.
“Then why don’t you bend over your Captain’s desk, Sweetheart?”
♡ DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡
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You woke in the middle of the night freezing. A shiver runs through your body as you pull the blanket tighter around you. You feel movement behind you and a warm hand reaches around your middle and pulls you into warmth. You shiver at the contact .
So warm...
You breathe deeply as warmth surrounds you, a large, warm body draws you closer. You keep trying to get as close as you can to the warmth, so you turn over and face the large form next to you. Heat radiates off it and you feel it spread down to your bones.
Strong limbs anchor themselves around you as you snuggle into the heat. A steady heartbeat pumps under your ear as you feel yourself relax and succumb to the comfort around you.
A gentle hand caresses the back of your head as words are whispered softly in your ear.
"Go back to sleep mein liebling."
"Did you open the window again?" You mumble.
He snorts, "Yes, it was terribly hot in here."
What Konig would never tell you is that he really opened the window in the dead of winter because when he did you always sought him out for his body heat in the middle of the night. He loved how you relied on him. He loved your soft breathing in his ear. He loved how you felt in his arms, you fit together just right. He loved how cold your feet were against his legs, even though it definitely wasn't pleasant at first. He was your warmth, your source of comfort. You were his home. And he would always take care of his home.
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Cuddling w Konig <3
Warnings: None
Sorry, part two is not available anymore :(
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
At first, he's worried that he might squish you to death in bed because well... size diff. You don't have the amount of muscle padding that he has, and he's aware! So when you start to cuddle n stuff, you had to start slow. Also, he was super nervous about it too because hes just a lil shy ykwim.
"Ahhh." Konig groans, sitting on the bed, making it lopsided due to his weight.
You were in bed, laying there innocently. You're eyes were half opened as you looked at him through your lashes. Konig places his mask down, and he whispers.
"Are you asleep, mein liebling?"
He places his rough hands on your pillowy thighs underneath your sheets, and rubs them. he spoons your figure and wraps his arms around your waist.
This was so out of character for your colonel, he was probably very sleepy. He brushes his hand and tangles it in your hair.
"So pretty..." he mumbles.
The moment your bodies molded together, you get tired. and start softly snoring.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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a/n: As i write more, i started to realise i dont feel that comfortable writing NSFW for u guys. I get that you may like it but idk... theres lots of creators that do it too, so mayb ask them. Im rlly sorry yall :( ill be rewriting part two though. 💌
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sleeping beside könig is comforting and warm for könig, but a total struggle for poor, little you. 💤
könig tosses and turns the entire night despite being fast asleep. he's a heavy sleeper; even when you push on his broad shoulders in an attempt to roll him off of you, it's all fruitless. he's probably dreaming about marrying you, mumbling your sweet name through deep, guttural snores.
he drools as well... he rolls onto you, heavily sleeping while hunched over you and curled up around your smaller form, with the sheer size of könig's massive, muscular body crushing you. you're awoken in the early hours of the morning, unable to squirm, let alone move beneath the huge, heavy male.
despite being fast asleep, his grip is firm and tightens around your waist when you attempt to wriggle free from his grasp. he feels an immense and intense amount of guilt and shame for the indents and marks left on your waist due to könig leaning down onto you. he curls against your chest, as if he's a little cat, attempting to make himself as small as possible, which usually isn't very small considering the way he towers over you.
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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.
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Isa baby please can we have ghost be told NO for some work stuff by higher ranked! Reader and him to be like
🤪🤪 why does this make me horny 🤪🤪
You’re mad as hell.
You should say something to him after ordering him to go to your office, you know it. You should address all the things that irritate you right now, but you physically can’t bring yourself to it—not when your desire is to bite into his throat. It’s not leader-ish, it’s not you since you never scream at your team. Yet, you have to clench your fists, so they won’t land on his pretty face.
“Won’t you even look at me?” he asks, and somehow it makes you even more mad at him. A low laugh escapes your mouth, as you shake your head with disbelief. His audacity is fucking insane.
As you look up at him, you can’t help but notice the way he just smirks under that simple balaclava he has. It’s almost arrogant in a way, like he’s completely unfazed by your emotions and what he did.
"You disobeyed my orders," you speak up, slowly, deliberately—it’s the only way of speaking that won’t have you screaming at him. “Then, you proceed to lead the entire team under your command, even if I told you otherwise.”
His brown eyes harden a little, but he’s not less amused, as he takes a step forward in your direction. "I did what I thought fit for the situation," Simon says. Riley’s tone is insistent, not leaving a pole in a discussion; a great leader trait, you'd normally think of it.
But right now, this tone makes you furious because he’s not the leader. He’s someone that should obey, someone that shouldn’t even question your choices on the battlefield since you are the one giving orders. Not him.
“Right. Completely putting people at risk, instead of backing out despite we had everything,” you grit through your teeth. The next words you want to say are tough, so you clean your throat and take a deep breath before actually saying them. “You’re off the mission.”
The atmosphere between you two can be cut with the knife. Not only he doesn’t speak to you for a good minute, but he looks at you with a confused look in his eyes. “What the fuck?”
Of course he’d react this way, you think. Nothing new, nothing surprising—at least not with Simon Riley. “I can’t have you sabotaging my mission because you did something that fit the situation.”
“Sabotaging your mission,” he laughs. You lean against the wall when he takes another few steps in your direction, and you tilt your head at him for a better view. “It fits the situation because ‘m savin’ your bloody ass, colonel.”
“I don’t remember asking for it.” You furrow your eyebrows, trying to calm down. It’s hard enough with being mad at him, but even harder when he's chest to chest proximity, towering over you.
“You don’t have to ask. I’ll do it anyway, whether you want it or not.” He shrugs; for a moment, your words die in your throat.
Whether you want it or not.
You shouldn’t feel so hot and bothered right now. Yet, you can’t really help it, as he leans down to your eye level, so you don’t have to have your chin up anymore.
“Should take you off missions with me, then?” you ask. It’s obvious that the question startles him a bit, as he scoffs.
“You can’t do that, love. Wouldn’t do you any good, would it?”
“As far as I remember, I call the shots. Not you, so I’d be careful.”
He hums, completely ignoring the slight warning in your words; his eyes drop to your lips, like he doesn’t care about anything you said before. “I want to kiss you.”
You roll your eyes, ignoring the heat radiating all over your face. “I could have you suspended for insubordination right here, right now, lieutenant, and you think about—”
You don’t get to finish that sentence, as he pulls his balaclava a little over his nose and he pushes his lips into yours. Forceful kiss at first, evolves into the mutual battle of domination; maybe it’s the rank type of thing considering how eagerly you fight, but you can’t do it for long. Not when his hands lands on your hips and your back hits the wall
“I don’t think,” he pants out, his lips still against yours, “that you get how I care about you. You want to piss me off and send me off the mission? Do it. But I’ll be here anyway.”
“I could call the general on you,” you squeak weakly, as he picks you up and sits you on your desk.
“Then fuckin’ do it,” he growls, looking into your eyes—you do not look away, under any circumstances. It would only grow his ego bigger. “No one could protect you like I do. I’m on your command and you like it.”
The evident cockiness in his voice has you trembling, not to mention the lips on your cleavage, as he kisses the skin here. “On my command? You’d do whatever I want you to do?”
He smirks, lazily. “Isn’t that what I just said, love?”
You bite your lip more; it’s gonna be a bloody mess here in a minute, but you can’t care less right now. “Take off the mask,” you say. He tilts his head like a puppy, confused, as his back straightens. “You’re not fucking with me with this thing on.”
And oh, how quickly he throws his balaclava behind him, not even caring about where it lands. It's just your words that get him, the way you're so sure when you say it. It doesn't take him long to get rid of your pants either, kneeling right in front of you.
"'m gonna take," he murmurs to your thigh, gnawing at the skin, "such a good care of you, love. Gonna make this pussy all mine."
It takes one swipe of his tongue to know that he's right.
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uhmm here are some unmasked boyfriendly ghost sketches +bonus headcanons i have 🫶🏻💌
[pls dont reupload bcos i didnt watermark them but i wanted to share;;] +ALT TEXT on my headcanon sheet in case u can't read my handwriting ♡
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Last Night’s Mistake - Simon "Ghost" Riley
the morning after not proofread nothing nsfw, angsty, with a little comfort at the end female reader
A slight headache is all that remains from last night - confused, tired, achy, you slowly wake up. One by one, little sensations come to your attention. Your head hurts, your body feels warm, your hips still feel a little bit sore from where the uncomfortable skirt that you wore last night dug in. And you’re in bed, in a room, shady and quiet… with an empty space on the other side of the bed.
"Shit…" you groan, your voice a little sore from the night before. This isn’t your bed.
The floor is cool under your feet as you shakily stand up - a soreness growing in your legs. In the bedroom mirror, you inspect yourself. Though the girl staring back at you is the same girl you were last night, her hair is messed up and her face is a little flushed, her makeup having almost entirely worn off except for a hint of sparkle on her eyelids. Not to mention, she’s in nothing but her panties.
Whoever’s room this is, their wardrobe is pretty bare, the only civilian clothes being a few different t-shirts and vests, two dark-coloured hoodies, a pair of sweatpants, a pair of jeans, and some smart clothes for formal occasions. Not the cutest selection, but it would do, so you grabbed the black Led Zeppelin t-shirt and pulled it on.
Sat on his bed, you fixed your hair in the mirror as you tried to remember who he was. Little memories came back from the night before, unclear, like a half-forgotten dream. Drinks. A silver ring on his finger - not a wedding ring, you noted. You were in the car, with his rough hand on your thigh, playing with the hem of that god-awful skirt. Doors clicking, sheets ruffling, short blonde hair… oh my God, you’d fucked Simon Riley.
"Shit," you curse your idiocy, for the second time this morning.
You’ve wanted Simon, you’ve always wanted Simon, but he’s kind of a dick and not the kind of person you’d seriously want to be with. Plus, he’s a little bit older than you and not the kind of man who has girlfriends. He barely even has friends.
Finding a spare toothbrush in his bathroom, you brush your teeth, and clean yourself up with some water and his men’s face cream for lack of a moisturiser, not being able to completely remove the sparkle and shadow of eyeliner from around your eyes. But you know you can’t distract yourself for too long from facing last night’s mistake. Simon.
He’s sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea, in a pair of those plaid pyjama bottoms and a black tshirt that you’re pretty sure is exactly the same as three others you just saw in his wardrobe. He doesn’t make any effort to acknowledge you, focused on some work on his laptop. Maybe the same pit of regret over last night is sitting inside his stomach, maybe he doesn’t want to acknowledge you for fear that things won’t work out - after all, a regrettable one night stand is much more bearable than a rejection. But maybe he just doesn’t care, and you figure that’s more likely.
"Morning," you speak softly, a little taken aback by his lack of interest. It just feels so empty, and part of you is just begging him to show some emotion and put an end to this weird, uncomfortable limbo.
Of course, he doesn’t do that. He looks up at you nonchalantly, and nods, as if to say "morning. see you."
Something about that reaction hurts - even if he sees this as something mutually regrettable, the way that he dismisses your existence feels the the ultimate rejection. It’s not the sex, you figure, the sex was great. At least, that’s what the shaky aching of your legs and the marking on your neck is telling you. Maybe it was just you. And in those few seconds that you stare at each other blankly, not knowing what to add to fill the silence, all the exhaustion from last night and the discomfort of this morning hits you at once and all you want to do is cry.
"I should go," your voice falters a little, ashamed, as you head back into his bedroom to fetch the stuff you’d thrown on the floor beside his bed just last night. For a moment, before closing the door behind you, you wait for any sign of a reaction from the man on the sofa. Nothing. You close the door just as your breath starts to get shaky.
For some unclear reason, you can’t seem to get going right away. So you sit on his bed, in his shirt, staring down at the terrible skirt and the shirt you’d worn with it, thrown over your favourite bag and the same shoes you wear every time you go out because you only own two pairs of shoes. You’re so ridiculous, all teary over Simon - you knew this would happen, you knew a man like that would only use you and then make you cry. You curse him, the alcohol, the terrible skirt… but mostly, yourself. He was just a crush, something stupid and unobtainable, something no girl in her right mind would actually go near. Yet here you were.
Shivering from his weirdly cold house, you slowly pull off his tshirt, the fabric brushing against your bare back as it comes off.
"You can keep the shirt, love," a gruff voice says, "looks better on you than it does in me." A chuckle comes from behind you as you jump at the sudden intrusion, and there he is, in all his… whatever he is. Simon. He’s behind you, on the bed, with an large hand reaching out to play with the end of your hair.
"Oh…" he sighs as one of your little teardrops falls on his wrist, "you alright?"
Little teardrops keep falling, and your best efforts to keep it together are starting to fall through. It feels silly, but all the exhaustion and the rejection is too much for you, despite your best efforts to deny it.
"M’fine…" you mumble, your voice barely louder than a whisper.
"You’re not fine, you’re crying," he chuckles softly, with a hint of empathy behind the gruff tone of his voice. Something about that, about him, hurts your heart as you let out a shaky sob.
Instinctively, his strong arm wraps around your waist and pulls you in to his chest. His hands are surprisingly warm, and they cup your puffy cheeks with tender care, a rough thumb wiping away your pretty tears.
"M’sorry, darling…" he holds your face close to his, and gently leans in for a kiss. You don’t have any energy in you to resist, but you don’t really want to. Si doesn’t feel like a mistake anymore. He feels like comfort.
hope you enjoyed! that was a long one for me :3
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(18+) WARNING: NON-CONSENSUAL THEMES
Borrowing Loser!König’s computer and stumbling upon thousands of photos of you. All of them featuring you sleeping peacefully in your dimmed room, the covers pulled back and your pajamas nudged down. Months worth of photos, some where you dawn the cozy pajamas of past winters, to the thin shorts and loose tops you wear in the summers.
They’re dated, each night featuring an album of pictures, every photo more revealing than the last. A little more of your skin exposed with every swipe in the camera roll until he’s freed your tits and cunt, your nipples at attention from the chill night air.
As you comb through the months, the photos get even raunchier, his exploits more daring. His hands cupping the entirely of your little cunt, a few fingers diving into your slit. Hardened hands palming your breasts and tweaking your nipples while you’re lost to blissful unconsciousness, snoring away and oblivious to his perversions.
The photos eventually feature his thick, swollen cock, his hands wrapped around the shaft as he rubs the tip along your exposed skin. Swiping his precum over your thighs, your nipples, your parted lips.
The most recently dated albums always end the same, a picture of you coated in König’s finish, creamy droplets painting your chest, your face, your cunt. Marking you as his own with his cum and making sure the memory is never forgotten, a perfect moment frozen in time for him to enjoy over and over again ♡
♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡
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KONIG⭐⭐⭐
[Konig Fluff] Konig x Female Reader
[Konig comes home from a mission]
It was well past midnight and you lay in your bed asleep. Waking slightly when you feel the bed dip behind you. Your eyes opening slowly as you feel a warm body pressed against your back. You instantly recognize the presence and your eyes drift shut as a strong arm wraps your your growing bump, another arm gently sliding under your back to curl around you, holding you close.
Your chin rested on his forearm, you let out a sigh. Konig placed a gentle kiss to your cheek and rubs your bump.
"Hello, mein liebling." He kisses your cheek again.
"I missed you so much."
He rubs small circles on your bump.
"And hello to you too my little one."
"We missed you too, babe." You yawn.
You place your hand over his and feel sleep pulling you back in.
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You wake in the morning with Konig still wrapped around you, his warmth radiating off him under the blanket. Feeling stuffy, you carefully flip the cover back off you. The cool morning air in the home is welcomed, cooling down your warm body.
Konig stirs behind you, drawing in a deep breathe. He pulls you closer, a hand still cradling your belly protectively. You feel the baby stir and start to move, the movement catching Konig's attention. His eyes snap open as he raises his head from the pillow.
"Was that...?"
You smile and place your hand over his.
"Yes, he's been doing that a lot more recently," you laugh softly.
Konig, fully awake now sits up, propping himself up on his elbow. His hand rubs your stomach again and he waits. A small foot kicks against his hand and his eyes light up, a small smile tugging at his mouth.
"Good morning, little one," he whispers to your belly, giving you a grin.
You giggle at his reaction. Konig continues to rub your growing bump.
"Come on...." He says, leaning close to your bump.
"Move again for Papa."
At his words, you feel the baby move. Konig feels it too and he laughs softly, placing a kiss to your bump and then looks at you in the eyes.
"I love you schatz," he kisses your lips.
"And I love you too, my little one. I can't wait to meet you." He places another kiss on your belly.
"We love you too Ko." You smile back.
Thank you SO for reading! Please let me know your thoughts in the comments.☺️
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Simon only keeps a few things from his life in Manchester before he joined the military, mostly just a couple of Tommy's things (maybe some comics and an old football they used to kick around) and his Grandma's wedding ring that his mum never got the chance to wear (she didn't want to tie it to bad memories) it's a lovely, unassuming little thing that he keeps boxed up in a drawer somewhere, and when he finally meets someone that makes him think that it might be time to get it out, he knows for sure that she's the one.
#made myself a bit weepy thinking about this#the thought only came about because I'm cleaning my jewellery#Simon ghost Riley#ghost headcannons#Simon riley head cannons#Simon Riley#ghost#simon riley x reader#ghost call of duty#cod ghost#ghost mw2#simon Riley angst
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Gaz being the pretty boy of the 141 but also the “gets super dirty all the time even when theres no dirt around” kinda guy.
Like yeah, hes pretty when he cleans up, but that man loves getting rough and tough in the dirt, pulling soap along with him to play fight in the mud and dust.
Give me pretty boy gaz who also likes getting dirty and needs to be hosed down afterwards!!!
#mw2#headcannons#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#call of duty#modern warefare ii#modern warefare 2#i love this guy so much#he needs all my attention 24/7
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how they would kiss you for the first time? or would you have to make the move? how would their reaction be?🥺
kissing headcannons 💋 (141 + könig)
; you kiss them for the first time
könig 👑
fuck, my mind goes crazy for nerd/loser!könig specifically in this situation. it's during a movie. you're his first date, his first girlfriend. his breathing is quick, laborious, and heavy when he gazes at you, cupping your jaw suddenly to press his lips against yours. he's a horrible kisser, honestly. but you're so in love that you don't care, not focusing on the movie but instead making out with him.
soap mactavish 🧼
soap is bold, he's cocky and confident with what he's doing. it's while he's drunk, his eyelids heavy with drunkenness, the smell and taste of alcohol against your lips. he's a great kisser actually, making out with you, sloppy and messy.
captain price 🥃
price is also pretty confident, although he hesitates beforehand. you're his soldier, a sergeant, he trusts you with his life, and finally makes the move when you're shot. it's almost fatal, your eyes closed and your body coated in blood. you're awoken in the medical room after being treated for your injuries, his large hand intertwined with yours, looking over at you with concern.
simon riley 👻
simon is nervous, although he doesn't look like it. it's while you're on the field together. it's unprofessional and he definitely shouldn't have, but he leans in, finally kissing you randomly before continuing. you can't focus, dizzy with heart eyes the entire time, a smirk visible on his face.
gaz garrick 🧢
gaz would kiss you before a deployment. he's been going out with you for a little bit, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't head over heels for you. he presses his lips against yours, handing you a bouquet of flowers before leaving. he's all you can think about, and you dream of having him in your arms again, kissing his face all over for teasing you like that.
#orla speaks#cod headcannons#cod hc#gaz call of duty#gaz modern warfare#kyle gaz garrick#cod imagine#simon riley cod#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley fluff#simon riley x reader#ghost cod#ghost mw2#soap cod#soap mactavish#john soap mctavish#john soap mctavish x reader#soap call of duty#captain john price#captain price#price cod#price call of duty#konig cod#konig call of duty#konig mw2#konig#könig call of duty#könig#könig cod#könig x reader
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