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d0youc0py · 1 day
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Can I you do the 141+Konig (or whoever you’d like) realizing that reader feels safe with them?
Love your work!!!!
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To outside eyes it was something so simple- but to him it was the highest form of a compliment.
The group was sprawled out all over the living room preparing for the weekly movie night and somewhere between Gaz and Soap arguing who’s turn it was to pick the movie- you had fallen asleep.
Not just that- you had fallen asleep on him. His arm had been draped over the back of the couch and when you could no longer fight back sleep, his side was the perfect pillow. He knew you probably didn’t mean too, but just the fact your bodies natural instinct was to fall in his direction was enough to send a warm buzz through his body.
Sleep had always been a touchy subject for Ghost and Simon. He was lucky if he slept more than four hours a night. Being a light sleeper and falling victim of night terrors made nighttime his least favorite time. He disliked the vulnerability of it.
So the fact that you trusted him in your most vulnerable state was rather precious.
And a mission he wouldn’t take lightly.
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Your skin had been crawling for the last fifteen minutes. You’d hope that by ignoring his unspoken advancements he would take a hint, but you were wrong. You peaked at him from the corner of your eyes. He wasn’t unattractive. He had nice features- chiseled but still approachable. Yet something about him just twisted your stomach. Maybe it was the way his eyes were glued to your ass.
Could you handle it yourself- absolutely. Did you feel like having to prove yourself in a bar full of people that you could take care of it yourself- not really. Especially not when you had a Big Bad Captain who could handle it with just a glare. You quickly excused yourself from the rest of the 141, heading over to where Captain Price and Laswell were gossiping.
“Sorry if this is confidential, but a guy over there is giving me the creeps.” You explained.
“The one in the blue jacket?” Price smirked. You went wide eyed and nodded your head wondering how he knew. “Been eyeing you since we walked in. I’ve been keeping an eye on him.” He held out his arm for you and you quickly linked arms with him. The simple action was enough to cause the man to sneer and grumble something to himself. You shot Price a smile and he shot you back a wink.
“That’s why I come to you when I’m scared.” You complimented. You didn’t know it but that comment was the ego boost of a lifetime for him.
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Your vision was starting to turn foggy. Buildings became less sharp, people became blurry figures and the ground was looking mighty comfortable. You hands gripped your abdomen the other pressed against the wall.
Your eyes scanned the area, hoping to come across a familiar mohawk. You thought the best route would be to follow the sound of explosions, but that was just bringing you closer to the action.
“Y/N?!” Johnny boomed from behind you. You sighed in relief your back hitting the wall. He caught you before you could sink down completely. “Steamin Jesus.” He grumbled. He worked quick, tearing off a piece of his sleeve and holding it tightly against you wound. He called for an evac. “Why didn’t you call for help?” He scolded. You rested your forehead against his.
“I wanted you.” You mumbled. His hardened face softened- a smile almost ghosting his features. You were sure if you weren’t bleeding out he would’ve made some snarky comment, but neither of you had the energy.
“I’ve got you.” He whispered, letting you rest against him.
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You don’t know why you agreed to this. Well technically you all voted and you lost but you probably could’ve put up a bigger fight. You hated horror movies. You’d think they wouldn’t bother you given your line of work but you were wrong. You had your sweater pulled up to your forehead trying to block out the urge to take a peak at the TV.
You eventually caved and peaked just in time for a jump scare. You heard a stifled chuckle come from the couch across from you. Kyle was biting back a smile, mouthing a ‘you good.’ You nodded feeling determined to not let the movie get the best of you. That plan was sort lived as a scene so brutal even Ghost had to look away, crossed the screen.
“Don’t be babies!” Soap yelled. You had had enough. While the others were engrossed in the movie you quietly crept over to Kyle’s side of the couch.
“Can I sit with you?” You mumbled. He quickly nodded his head expecting you to sit near him- not press yourself against his side. He chuckled softly, removing his arm from the back of the couch resting it around you.
“You know, performing an exorcism has always been on my bucket list. You’d be in good hands.” He’s always so cheeky.
“Not nice.” You grumbled, sending him a glare. He put his feet up on the coffee table and relaxed against the couch. The calmness in his body started to spread to yours, and pretty soon you had fallen asleep. He was absolutely going to tease you about this later- but for now he was enjoying the prideful bubble in his chest. You had chosen him.
Price tried to take a picture of you two but his flash went off causing everyone to scream.
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“Colonel.” You hummed, knocking at the door. His eyes shot it away from his IPad trying to adjust to the darkness of the room.
“What’s wrong?” He questioned, beginning to stand up. You shook your hands.
“Nothing.” You lied. You had a nightmare. One so bad your body was still trembling.
“It’s three in the morning. What’s wrong?” He pressed. He stood up, cracking his back. His eyes had finally adjusted enough to see your tear stained face and shaking shoulders. Suddenly he realized. He had woken up enough times like that himself. He walked around his desk and grabbed a spare blanket from underneath the couch. “Come here.”
You did as you were told, smiling softly as he wrapped the fluffy blanket around your body. “You can sleep in here. I have to pull an all-nighter anyways.” He grumbled that last part to himself.
“I won’t bother you?”
“No.” He assured, grabbing a pillow from under the couch. “You’re not the only one who could benefit from some company right now.” You could hear the smile in his voice. You snuggled into the couch and he trudged back over to his desk.
“Thanks Konig.” You mumbled before you finally fell back asleep. He took a moment to stare at your sleeping form. There had been many times he wished someone was there for him in moments of weakness. He was honored you had chosen him to be that person for you.
Thank you for your kind words!
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pogidoow · 2 days
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Oh hey, don't mind me, I'm just chucking you into the COD universe.
Again, all edits are of @yumethefrostypanda 's screenshots, except for @ave661 's Price render which I'd mistaken for a screenshot 'cause it's that good
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shkretart · 1 day
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I have overcome depression and can show drawings again. I like to draw Nikolai his tired eyes.
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pastelalchemy · 2 days
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your first date:
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warnings: none.
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simon 'ghost' riley took you to your favourite restaurant for dinner. he made sure everything was perfect, even booking out a private room so the two of you could have conversations without anybody listening in.
when he first saw you, simon's breath hitched in his throat at how beautiful you looked. you were wearing a floral sun dress and had your hair styled so perfectly, simon could have sworn you were an angel sent down from heaven. "you look beautiful," he whispered to you, holding out his arm for you to take.
you blushed, muttering a silent 'thank you' before wrapping your arm around his own and walking into the restaurant.
simon pulled the waiter aside and whispered something before the two of you were directed into a side room. although the room was small, it was beautiful and elegantly decorated, a single table for two in the middle of the room. "here you are," the waiter said, pulling out your chair and motioning for you to sit down.
you smiled at the waiter and sat down, watching as simon sat down too and the waiter disappear. "this is beautiful," you smiled softly at simon.
"you deserve the best," simon replied, taking a menu from the middle of the table and passing it to you.
"you're going to make me blush," you said, taking the menu from him and scanning the pages. you already knew what you wanted, it was your favourite restaurant of course, but you pretended to look anyway as to seem so eager.
finally the waiter returned to take your food and drink order, disappearing and reappearing promptly with your glass of wine and beer for simon. "food shall be with you momentarily," the waiter said. you both nodded.
"so, simon," you said, sipping your wine. "what do you do for work?"
simon looked away from you awkwardly as if you had just asked an extremely scandalous question but cleared his throat and answered. "i'm in the military."
"oh," you said, placing your wine on the table. "i suppose there's nothing much you can tell me about your job then?" simon nodded his head, gulping his beer. "don't worry simon, i understand."
"you do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"of course," you replied, the ghost of a smile spreading across your lips.
the two of you continued talking throughout the night, eating your food and ordering more drinks: all-in-all having a great time. the two of you talked a lot about your life since there wasn't much simon could tell you about himself. but, simon was more interested in hearing about your life than talking about his anyway.
when you had finished your food and packed up on the drinks, simon looked at your pink-plush cheeks and grinned. "you ready to head home?" he asked, standing up and holding his hand out to you.
"but i'm having such a good time," you responded with a pout, but taking his hand and standing up.
"well if it's okay with you, i'd like to take you out again," simon said, gazing deeply into your eyes.
"i'd like that," you replied softly. you realised you were still holding his large hand and let go slowly, letting your hand drop to your side nervously.
"come," he said leading you out of the small room. he paid the rather large bill and waited outside for a taxi. as you were waiting he noticed you shiver silently to yourself. "cold?" he asked, eyeing you up and down.
"a little," you replied, wrapping your arms around yourself. "i should have brought a coat."
"here, take mine."
before you could even protest, simon had taken off his coat and wrapped it around your frame. you immediately melted into the warmth and whispered "thank you."
"it's no trouble."
when the taxi arrived, you and simon funnelled in, quickly putting your seatbelts on. simon gave your address to the driver and within a few minutes you were parked outside your house. the two of you climbed out of the taxi and simon walked you to your door. you turned on your heels and placed your hands on his broad chest, smiling up at him. "i had a wonderful time tonight, ghost," you said, mocking his nickname.
"as did i," he replied. you went to take off his coat and hand it back, but the giant shook his head causing you to frown.
"it's your coat!" you exclaimed.
"yeah but, if you keep it, i know i'll see you again," simon smirked, winking at you.
"you'll definitely be seeing me again, simon," you smiled. you pressed your lips to his cheeks and turned back to your door, unlocking it. "i'll see you soon."
"see you soon y/n," simon smiled, watching as you walked safely into your home and lock the door behind you. simon's heart was racing as he turned off your porch and began to walk himself home.
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könig took you out on a picnic at the park. it was the height of summer so it was lovely and warm outside, a slight breeze settled in the air. although it was 9pm, the sun was still shining overhead as the two of you found a secluded spot near a lake and laid out the picnic blanket. "i hope it is to your liking?" könig asked, looking you up and down as you settled yourself on the blanket.
"are you kidding? it's perfect!" you exclaimed, looking through the picnic basket at all the goodies he had brought.
könig couldn't help but blush and smile at your enthusiasm. "i am glad."
you giggled at his shy nature and grabbed onto his arm, pulling him down to sit next to you. "get comfortable," you said to him.
"yes ma'am," he replied nervously, his body relaxing slightly as you smiled at him.
being an extremely shy person in general was difficult for könig, but being around you, well, just seemed to make him shyer. you picked up on this immediately, placing a hand on his and smiling at him softly. "don't be so nervous," you cooed.
"y-yes ma'am," he stuttered, causing you to laugh.
"and stop calling me ma'am," you teased poking your tongue out at him.
"sorry y/n," he smiled at you.
his smile made your heart flutter and you swiftly removed your hand from his and began to dig around the picnic basket. "what to have first," you mused, fingers dancing along all the sweet treats placed neatly inside.
"anything you want, liebe," he whispered, watching as your beautiful eyes twinkled in the sunlight.
"what does that mean?" you asked, taking a bite of chocolate.
"what?"
"liebe?" you asked, swallowing down the chocolate and looking up at him.
"oh," he rubbed his neck awkwardly. "means love."
"that's so sweet," you blushed. it was then that könig slipped his hand back into yours, lacing your fingers together. both of your hearts were beating rapidly at this out-going but neither of you said anything. instead, you rested your head on his shoulder and watched as the world went by, enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of you.
it was 11pm when you decided it best to head home, your hand was still laced with könig's as you both stood up. it really was peaceful outside and as the stars set overhead, you didn't want to be anywhere else. you slipped your hand out of his for a moment while you folded up the picnic blanket and placed it back inside the basket. all the while könig watched you, a soft smile on his face when you laced your fingers back with his.
"did you have a good time liebe?" he asked.
"it was perfect," you replied as you both began to stroll back to your home.
"would you maybe like to do it again sometime? maybe, something different?" he asked nervously, refusing to look at you while you answered.
you giggled at his nervousness once more and responded. "i'd love too."
könig breathed a sigh of relief at your answer, "gut, gut."
you blushed as he mumbled his response in german and continued to walk along park. it wasn't long before you reached your house, könig walking you to your front door before taking the picnic basket off of you - you had insisted you carry it home. "thank you könig," you whispered, dropping your hand out of his and placing it on his shoulder. "i had a wonderful time."
"me too," he breathed heavily at your touch, his face heating up. "i will see you again soon?"
"yes please," you said, dropping your hand from his shoulder and turning to unlock your front door. "stay in contact, yeah?" you smiled.
"of course," könig replied, watching as you stepped into your front door. "have a good night y/n."
"you too, liebe," you smirked, closing the door.
könig's face was bright red at this point at your attempt to speak german. he he turned around and began to walk to his house all while a smile sat on his face.
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johnny 'soap' mactavish took you to the movies to see a film you had been dying to see for ages. he picked you up from your house in his car and had a bouquet of flowers ready to hand to you. when you opened the door and saw him, your eyes lit up, taking the flowers gently and muttering a shy 'thank you' before inviting him in.
you put the flowers in a vase and turned to johnny with a smile on your face. "i'm ready," you said.
johnny just nodded and offered his arm out to you, which you so graciously took. walking you to his car, johnny finally spoke. "you look beautiful."
you looked down at your casual clothes and blushed. "you don't look so bad yourself johnny." the car ride to the cinema, although short, was filled with laughter and catching up on how your week had been.
when you arrived, you funnelled out of the car quickly, waiting as johnny locked it before offering you his arm again. you took it and walked into the cinema, collecting your tickets, a large drink to share and loads of sweets treats. "are you excited?" he asked as you found your seats.
you nodded eagerly, "hell yeah! i've been waiting to see this film for ages! i think you'll like it too," you replied.
you watched the trailers and engaged in chit-chat while waiting for the actual movie to start. johnny listened intensely as you explained the plot of the movie, nodding his head in understanding. "sounds good," he said, stuffing his face with some sweets. you giggled and turned your attention to the final trailer, turning your phone off as to not be disturbed during the movie.
half-way through the movie, although you were enjoying it, you found yourself getting tired and so, you rested your head on johnny's shoulder. he looked down at you, eyes widened slightly, but relaxed as you nuzzled your head into him. "you okay?" he asked in a hush whisper.
"i'm good, just tired," you replied with a yawn.
"wanna go home?" he asked, looking down at you.
you shook your head and pouted, "no, now shh and watch the movie." johnny found himself chuckling at your childish antics before turning his attention back to the movie, watching with great interest.
when the movie finished, you stood up from your seat and looked down at johnny who stayed sitting down. "wasn't that amazing!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air.
"it was half decent actually," johnny smirked, standing up.
"just half decent?" you asked narrowing your eyes. "you don't know good films when you see one," you grinned pushing him lightly.
"let's get you home," johnny smiled softly at you, holding his hand out for you to take this time. you blushed at his gesture but took his hand and walked out of the cinema.
the car ride back was filled with chatter once more. you didn't want this date to end, but unfortunately it had too. when you parked up outside your house, johnny looked at you with soft eyes. "i had a great time," you said, looking deeply into his eyes. "even if you didn't enjoy the movie."
johnny's mouth hung open at your words and he laughed slightly. "i never said i didn't enjoy it," he protested. "i said it was half decent."
"we both know what that means mactavish," you grinned, turning to look at your door. you let out a soft sigh before turning your attention back to the man next to you. "i really did have a good time."
"me too," he responded.
you leaned over the seat and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving him almost too stunned to speak. "i'll see you again?" you asked hopefully.
"i'd be sad if you said no to another date," he smirked causing you to blush.
"next time, you can choose what we do," you both agreed silently as johnny nodded at you. "goodnight."
"sleep well y/n," johnny said, watching as you climbed out of the car and walk towards your door. he waited until you were in before driving off, thinking about where to take you on your next date.
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john price took you to a coffee shop, one where you didn't work. you met at the coffee shop and immediately his face lit up when he saw you walking towards him. "glad you could make it," he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his warm embrace.
"i'm glad too," you smiled.
"you want some coffee? one you don't have to make?" he joked, walking into the coffee shop with you trailing behind him.
"sounds lovely," you replied, giving him your order.
"great, you grab us a seat and I'll be back with the coffees."
you grabbed a seat for two by the window and watched as john gave the cashier your order. it wasn't long before he was making his way to the table, two drinks in hand.
"here you go," he smiled, popping your drink in front of you.
"thank you john. hold on i have the money in my purse," you said, reaching into your bag to fish out some coins.
"no need," john chuckled, causing you to stop in your tracks, a shocked expression on your face. "this is a date, y/n. it's on me."
you blushed profusely as you put your purse back in your bag. "sorry, i just feel bad."
"don't," he said simply.
you eyed him wearily but realised he was being serious. your facial expression softened as he smiled at you. "so," you said, attempting to change the conversation. "how have you been?" you asked awkwardly.
"can't complain," he replied with a smirk. "yourself?"
"good," you responded.
the two of you talked for the rest of the date, laughing and making jokes. you quickly found out there was a lot of chemistry between you and john, something you had been yearning for for a long time. when the sun started to set, john offered to walk you home. naturally, you said yes, and the two of you began walking back to your apartment. it was a lovely walk, not too hot, not too cold and the company was much appreciated. as you reached your home, john turned to you.
"would you maybe like to go out on a second date?" he asked, looking down at the ground.
"i'd love that," you smiled as the two of you walked to your front door. "i guess this is goodnight."
"i guess it is," john repeated, a slight snicker in his voice.
"goodnight john," you said before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. he stammered out a goodnight and watched you head inside before turning his back. he let out a soft laugh as he thought back to the kiss you had gave him on the cheek before he began to make his own way home, whistling a tune of joy as he did.
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phillip graves took you to the fanciest restaurant he could think of. he was all about trying to impress you immediately, and impressed you were. when you walked into the establishment, your jaw dropped as you looked from the chandeliers hanging from the ceilings to the exotic paintings on the walls. "phillip," you whispered, trying to grab his attention. "are we in the right place?" you asked, eyes wide with amazement.
phillip couldn't help but chuckle. "of course," his southern accent had you hanging on every word he said. the two of you waited a few moments to be seated and eventually were placed at the back of the restaurant, away from the noise.
"this is exquisite," you mumbled as you sat down.
"not almost as exquisite as you," Phillip responded.
a blush rose to your cheeks at his words and you giggled like a school girl. "thank you, phillip."
"not a problem doll," he winked at you. it was then that you both looked over the menu before ordering and waiting for food. "so y/n," phillip spoke, cutting the silence between you. "tell me about yourself."
and so you did. you told phillip all about your life: your job, your passions, you told him absolutely everything. and in return, he told you as much as he could about himself. you were interrupted momentarily when food was brought to you, but you immediately got back to the conversation at hand.
you found yourself becoming more and more entranced by phillip as the date went on. you wanted to know more about him, but he told you that you had to go on a few more dates with him before he truly opened up to you. you couldn’t help but smile as he said those words, knowing he wanted another date made you beyond happy.
when the time came to say goodbye, phillip was disappointed. he had really enjoyed his time with you, but was already planning your next extravagant escapade. “i had fun tonight,” you smiled at him softly.
“that makes two of us doll,” phillip smiled, his face leaning in closer to yours. you felt your heart leap through your throat as he pressed his lips to yours softly, albeit quickly, before pulling away. “see you again, Y/N.”
you blushed as you made your way into your house, touching your fingertips against your lips. you waved him goodbye before closing your door and slumping into it, a huge goofy grin on your face.
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a/n || hey guys, i got a little too excited with simon and könig's first dates hah - i hope that you guys like this!
commissions are open here!
tags: @sarahs-secrets2 @alewesker
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daisies-daydreams · 3 days
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Under the Desk (John Price x F!Reader)
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Pairing: John Price x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Oral Sex (M!Receiving), Semi-Public Sex, Swearing, Spanking, Hair Pulling Word Count: 1.2k+
A/N: Just a little something I wrote while I'm working on a few requests. 👅💦
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI
You squealed as you wrapped your arms around Price's thick neck. A small squelch erupted from your lips as he thrusted his tongue inside of your mouth. A small jolt of electricity shot through you as your clothed sex bushed against his stiffening cock. The action earned you an eager squeeze to your bum, your boyfriend’s hand kneading the flesh in his rough palms. Price parted lips with you, his chest heaving as he gazed at you with blown pupils.
“Get under the desk, sweet girl. You know what to do,” Price rumbled, his wet lips dancing over yours. You nodded, your hands trailing down his t-shirt as he pulled back in his office chair. You gave a harsh grind of your hips one more time, savoring how he gasped at the friction. You slowly slid off of his lap, maintaining eye contact the whole trip down. Price stared at you through half-lidded eyes as you shuffled onto your knees, your hands working at his belt.
Price pulled out one of the desk drawers and fished a fresh cigar out. He flinched when your fingers slowly pulled down the elastic of his blue boxers. His hard cock jumped out of his pants, the red tip dripping with precum. You licked your lips, taking his burning hot shaft into one of your hands as you pumped it slowly. Price grunted as he flicked his lighter, setting the tip of his cigar ablaze. He puffed at it a few times before releasing a stream of smoke from his nostrils.
“That’s a good girl,” Price praised as you continued to stroke up and down his length. He inhaled another drag of smoke, only to nearly choke on it when you kissed the tip of his cock. “Bloody fuck,” he groaned when you swirled your warm tongue around his plump, bulbous head. His balls ached as you worked your hands in tandem with your tongue. You raised his dick before licking a stripe from the base all the way up to his leaking tip.
“Fuck, lovie,” Price grunted as he shallowly bucked his hips. You sighed and closed your eyes as he slid his hand down to your head, threading his fingers through your hair. He puffed at his cigar again as he massaged at your scalp.
You moaned around his cock, taking it an inch deeper into your wet cavern. You let your hands fall to his inner thighs as you shifted closer, allowing him to sink in even further.
“That’s right-use your mouth just the way I like,” he rumbled, billows of smoke pouring past his lips. You suckled around his dick before starting to pull your head back, leaving his head between your lips. Price released a subtle moan as you bobbed your head across his length, his cock stuffing your mouth full. His fingers began to grip at your hair as you used your tongue to smooth over the vein on the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ he grunted. Price quickly set his cigar in his ashtray as you watched the resolve slip from him. His free hand clutched at the arm of his desk chair while he used his other to guide your head up and down his shaft. You repressed the urge to gag as his cock began to hit the back of your throat.
“Mmm, love how your lips wrap around me, baby,” Price swallowed thickly. You squeaked when he thrusted his hips into your mouth, his cock nearly splitting your jaw apart. Tears pricked at your eyes as your fingers raked down his pants.
“Shit-gonna cum,” Price growled, his cock twitching inside your wet cavern. Your eyes opened to look up at him and his face scrunched up.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Captain? Mind if I have a word real quick? It’s urgent," Gaz spoke from the other side of the door.
Price’s head whipped forward before looking down to you. You reflected his gaze of panic, his cock still lodged deep in your throat. Your love’s breathing stuttered as he pushed himself forward.
“Not a sound, bird,” he demanded softly as he scooted you beneath the desk. You nodded as Price straightened his clothes out. He sighed as he held his hands on his desk.
“Come in!” he called. Gaz opened the door, his brows instantly knitting when he saw the Captain's red face.
“You alright, Price? Look a bit feverish,” Gaz stated as he approached the desk. Your heart thrummed against your sternum as you felt some of his precum slide down your throat. Your mind was swimming with arousal, numb to any consequence of being caught. You fluttered your eyes closed as you cracked a wry grin.
“Ah, well, I’m not faring too well-Gaz,” his voice strained as you hollowed your cheeks around his cock. Price's hands squeezed together, his knuckles turning whiter by the second as you swiped your tongue against a prominent vein. Gaz raised a brow, his eyes scanning his Captain.
“Right. Well, there’s some important news from Las Almas,” Gaz stated. Price kept his hands tightly wound together and nodded as Gaz explained the most recent report given by Alejandro. You shallowly drove your mouth up and down his length, careful to not make too many wet sounds. Price’s hands twitched every so often, his left eye twitching whenever his head tapped the back of your throat. Gaz paused.
“You sure you’re alright, Price?” the Sergeant asked. Price nodded and gritted his teeth as you deftly massaged his heavy balls with one of your hands.
“I’m fine, Sergeant,” he seethed as you stroked your thumb across his raphe. His hand slipped down to the arm of his chair, grasping at his as Gaz finished his conversation. Your eyes widened as Price snatched your hair, squeezing his fingers around it roughly. You didn't cease your ministrations as Gaz saluted and saw himself out. You released his dick from your mouth, smiling up at him.
"Little minx," Price huffed. You squeaked as he shoved his cock far down your throat, using your hair to guide you along his thick shaft.
“Think it’d be funny to make me cum in front of one of my men, hm?” he asked. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as he relentlessly drove himself into your mouth, each squelch louder than the last. He groaned as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your wall clenching around nothing.
“You're gonna take all my cum like a good girl,” Price grunted when he gave a few more hungry thrusts. He bit his other hand as he stiffened, his cock twitching over your tongue. Your moans were muffled as he came down your throat.
"(Y/N)..." he slurred as you felt the warmth drip down your esophagus.
He panted before shifting his gaze down. You looked up at him with wet doe eyes as he kept your hair in a tight grip. You felt the tension in your throat loosen as he slid you off of his cock. You gasped and sputtered for air, some of his cum dripping down the corner of your mouth. Price clicked his tongue before swiping at the drop and shoving his fingers between your parted lips. You clamped your mouth down and swirled your tongue around his fingers, suckling his spend greedily.
“Fuck-look at you,” he groaned as his chest heaved. You whined as he withdrew his digit, wiping it on his pants leg. You rested your cheek on his inner thigh, your hips wagging like a dogs. Price patted your head before rolling back in his chair.
You blinked as he nodded his head towards the desk.
“Come up here,” Price softly commanded as he curled his finger. You quickly bounded up, squeezing your thighs together as you stood in front of him. The Captain hummed, a dangerous glint in his eye as he rose from his chair. He splayed his hands over your hips before leaning his face down to your ear. You yelped when he laid a sharp smack across ass, the flesh instantly stinging.
“Turn around and bend over," Price rasped as he lined his cock up to your soaked entrance. You shuddered as he raked his teeth over your pulse, his hand wrapping around your hair.
"I'm gonna make sure you truly understand what it means to listen,” he husked.
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ghcstao3 · 2 days
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dbh ghostsoap where they’re both androids
ghost has been hiding in the military as human for a long time now, since becoming deviant. he’s managed to hide himself with his masks and gloves and lack of identifiers, and builds up such a reputation that no one would ever dare get close enough to get curious.
then he’s put into a task force with two humans—price and gaz—and another android, soap, who is openly deviant, now that society has been gradually working toward acceptance of androids and humans as equal beings, of equal conscience.
there’s a distant part of ghost that’s jealous of soap’s ability to be himself, just as much as he’s afraid that working in such close proximity with another android would reveal his own true nature. he does his best to keep soap at an arm’s length to keep him from figuring out what no human has been able to, but it’s damn near impossible. soap just gravitates toward him, whether or not he knows.
ghost wants to be friends, he does. but he’s conflicted over whether or not it’s finally time he own up to the truth, whether or not it’s safe for him to do so.
whether or not he’d be accepted by colleagues-turned-friends after hiding who—what he is for so long.
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mockerycrow · 23 hours
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for the 400 follower event (congrats btw!!!) could i request “stop hogging the blankets” + “do you want to stay in tonight? you don’t looked thrilled at the prospect of going out, and i only want to go if you want to as well.” w/ price??? (:
400 Follower Celebration
—“Do you want to stay in tonight? You don’t look thrilled at the prospect of going out, and I only want to go if you want to as well.” + “Stop hogging the blankets.”— With John Price
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Summary: After John being gone for so long on deployment, he finally is able to take some time to be home with his partner. He promised you a date night, but he sensed you weren’t feeling up to leaving the house.
A/N: thank you so much <3 also, we are nearing 600 followers now!! i cannot thank you guys enough.
[WARNINGS: sensory issues, fluff.]
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It had been 8 months and 17 days since John had last been able to stay home with you. The day he left, he promised a fantastic night with you the night he returned. At the time, he wasn’t sure when he’d make it home—or if he would’ve made it home at all. John returned extremely fatigued and late at night and after a tearful reunion, you ran a warm bath for him and went to bed together.
You couldn’t help but stare at him while he slept when you—surprisingly—woke up before him. Your eyes traced the way his eyelashes flowed, traced every worry line in his face; you reached out and gently traced them with your fingertips instead. His eyes fluttered open after only seconds, which prompted you to retract your hand and softly apologize. John hummed and reached for your hand and guided it back to his head, so very easily drifting back to sleep after knowing it was only you touching him.
Later that night was your date night and you had your outfit laid out, but you already felt uneasy as you eyed the fabric. You felt as if it would bother you, like what if you felt the seams? What if there’s loose threads and they tickle you, and they’re the type you can’t just rip off with no problem?
John comes up behind you, his hand coming up to rest on your lower back. “Feeling alright?”
You turn your head to look at him and he’s looking back at you, his eyes tracing your lips, your eyebrows, your forehead, admiring you as well as trying to figure out how you’re feeling through your expression. You try to put on your brightest smile and because you feel if you were to ask to cancel this—he’s been so excited. “I’m fine, John.” You murmur, leaning over to his cheek and pressing a kiss against it. You watch his nose scrunch up for a moment, a low hum coming from him. His arm wraps around you and holds you close, back to chest. “I know you well enough to know you aren’t, love.”
You go silent for a moment as you aren’t aware what to say as a rebuttal, but John gets to it first. “Do you want to stay in tonight? You don’t look thrilled at the prospect of going out, and I only want to go if you want to as well.”
Your lips curl up into a soft, real smile but at the same time; your face falls. You have a gritting guilt in your gut and you open your mouth to apologize, but John silences you by pressing his lips against yours. His lips move against yours slowly for a few seconds before he breaks the kiss, looking at your lips for a quick second then at your face. “None of that, okay? I already know what you were about to say and I’m saying it’s alright.”
Your smile widens into a grin because he knows you so well, so you lean forward and give him a peck on the cheek. “We could rent that movie you’ve been wanting to watch?” You suggested. “What was it, ‘The Patriot’?” John scoffs, letting you go so you can put away your clothes. “I remember you wanting to watch that one, hm? Too many inaccuracies for me,” He retorts, watching you folding up the clothing on the bed. He leans against the wall with his arms crossed, watching your every move.
“Fiiine, fine. I’ll spare you some horror for one night.” You laugh, opening your dresser drawer. “I have a movie we can watch. That one with Stephanie Hsu in it?” You suggest, closing the drawer then looking at him. John shrugs, uncrossing his arms and pushing himself off of the wall. “I don’t mind. Why don’t you..” He trails off, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him while interlocking your fingers together, then pressing a quick and soft kiss against your lips. Your other hand comes up and rests on his shoulder to steady yourself, and you’re smiling into the kiss. “..make some popcorn and I’ll get the movie going, some blankets, too.”
You can’t help the soft laugh that leaves you, and you lean forward to give him another peck on the lips. “Only if you promise to stop hogging the blankets.”
“No promises, darling.”
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deathsimage · 3 days
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First Dates with 141
Price: Art Museum
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A very cultured man, able to tell you who each artist is just by looking at the painting or sculpture. He’s traveled a lot through his career and he finds he loves art from other cultures; but his favorite thing to look at is you. He keeps his arm out for you to hold, or either holds your hand as he walks along side you, his deep voice making the art around you come to life as he talks to you about each thing. You don’t notice until you see his Lock Screen one day by chance, but he was taking pictures of you with the art the entire time when you weren’t looking.
Soap: Beach
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He loves being outdoors, and he loves the fresh salt air, sun, and getting to play in the water. He’s obviously working on his tan but he’s also making sure to get in the ocean. Picking you up and carrying you out into the waves until you two accidentally fall over and he almost drowns both of you. He finds shells and shark teeth for you, giving them to you for a tangible memory.
Ghost: Aquarium
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A darker place, finding peace in the serenity of the fish swimming around him and the ambient music. He feels fairly comfortable here, able to ignore most of the people and focus on the aquatic creatures around him. Watching his brown eyes focus on the blue scenery, his harsh demeanor seemingly gone as he puts his finger against the glass to ‘communicate’ with an octopus. He seems entranced by the oceans beings, but you haven’t noticed that every time you’re not looking at him, you are all he sees.
Gaz: Picnic
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Perfect weather, barely a breeze. An open meadow with a few trees, the sun making his eyes look like the purest gold. After you two snack, he lays back against the blanket and looks up at the clouds, you laying your head on his chest as you two talk about your favorite things (movies, books, music, etc.) He ends up picking you some flowers, and offers you a dandelion to make a wish but you assure him that he’s all you could’ve wished for.
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John Price headcanons sfw & nsfw
I don’t usually do headcannons so please bear with me 👉👈
I hope you enjoy them tho :3 Will I use many of these in my writing? Yes, yes I will. These are both in general as well as him with you ;3
Sfw:
He has an entire routine for his beard. Keeps it trimmed regularly and takes very good care of it, which causes it to feel very nice and soft to the touch.
Absolutely LOVES when you’re the one doing it though. It’s a small act of love that he can never get enough of. Whether you’re the one trimming it or just putting some products in. It’s a moment where he can sit on the bath rim and have you stand between his legs - or the other way around where he props you up on the sink and stands in between your legs. He just places his hands on your hips and closes his eyes, trusting you with something so important to him. It’s a very intimate thing that he treasures.
He has reading glasses. I won’t budge on this. Square(rectangle) ones with a very thin frame. Tends to forget whenever he puts them on his head and proceeds to go searching for them for five minutes.
He is very warm blooded. Always runs hot like a furnace. A blessing in the winter, a curse in the summer. Especially because he loves to cuddle.
Has a little trinket on his desk representing each of the 141 (+ Nik, Laswell and Farah). Be it a gift they gave to him or something that reminds him of them. There’s something for everyone. It clutters the edge of his desk a bit but it’s worth it because whenever the paperwork gets too much, he can just look at the little shrine he built and smile.
His love language is physical touch and quality time. While he loves giving you gifts and being romantic too, nothing beats holding you in his arms while you cuddle on the couch or in bed.
Speaking of- this man absolutely adores you. He doesn’t think he deserves the love you give him because of the things he’s done in his life. But every day he sees you, you prove that you do love him and he wants to return that love twice over.
His biggest fear is coming home after deployment to an empty house. Finding a letter on the table stating you can’t wait for him any longer. He’d understand, of course. But it would crush him.
While we’re on the sad train already- he suffers frequent nightmares due to PTSD. Feels really guilty for waking you up but also can’t stop himself from seeking your comfort after one of them - craving it. If you allow him to (he wouldn’t bring it up unless you suggested it), he’ll call you if he’s out on deployment or at base. Give him that privilege to phone you awake just to comfort him? There is nothing that man won’t do for you anymore.
He is terrified of being the one to leave you too though. He knows that if he’s ever faced with the option to sacrifice himself for one of the 141, he would. But it also breaks his heart because it would mean he’d leave you for them. He tries not to think about it like that, but it’s a constant conflict in his mind.
While he’s probably more likely to be a dog person, I can also really see him with cats just curled up on his chest. Once again, this man is always warm. The little felines will search him out like a bloodhound, preferring him over laying by the radiator.
THIS 👏 MAN 👏 CAN 👏 COOK 👏
And he loves to do it too. His idea of a hobby is either reading, building models or cooking. You can often find him in the kitchen with a cook book, making a five star meal. Loves to see your reaction to the taste of it, makes him proud of himself.
Also, yeah, he likes building models :3. Miniatures. In his spare time you can find him on the couch, bent over the coffee table with his reading glasses perched on his nose while he’s building a ww2 bomber plane out of matchsticks from some random pattern he found online. He has very steady hands and it causes the models to always look fantastic. His best and biggest work is a ship in a bottle from a kit you gave him for an anniversary between you two. He only works on that in short increments to make sure he doesn’t screw it up - it’s about 2/3 done. You’ve repeatedly tried to get him to share his work online but he always gets bashful and refuses.
If he ever got the chance to do it together with the team though?? He’s gonna be beaming about that single evening for a week straight.
His favourite colour is dark green, like the forests :)
This is less of a headcannon and more just snippets of canon proof that I found. But he can speak English, Russian, Arabic and Spanish. Maybe even more.
He’s a tea person. Can’t stand coffee. It’s not about the taste, simply that every time he tried it, it gave him a headache.
When he first introduced you to the team, he was very nervous. Really wanted them to like you. So when Soap immediately took you into a hug and thanked you for ‘taking care of the old man’, followed by Gaz introducing himself with a warm smile and a praising regalia of the things he’d heard from Price, he couldn’t be happier. And when he at one point saw you at the kitchen table with Ghost, talking calmly and laughing with the hulking man who’s tension had dropped from his shoulders? He knew you were the one.
Loves going on double dates with Laswell and her wife too. You’re all good friends and it’s a chance to truly unwind and just catch up with Kate outside of work.
Please for the love of all that is holy, take a bath or shower with him. He ADORES them. Really wants so bad to take care of you. Will do your whole cleaning routine for you if you let him. If it’s something he’s not used to? Teach him, he’s very eager to learn.
All in all, this man just loves you so much. He finds himself so so lucky that you chose him of all people as your partner. Whether you’re civilian or military, he’ll protect you with life and limb. Literally.
So, those were the sfw thoughts bouncing in my head. I hope you liked them. Now we’re moving onto the spicy stuff. Please respect the banner, thank you and more stuff for this man is coming! ^^
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Nsfw:
He is an ass man. All the way. Don’t get me wrong, he LOVES your thighs, seeing the way his fingers indent the flesh when he squeezes, being buried between them - it’s heavenly. But there is just something about your ass that he can’t get enough of. If his eyes aren’t on it, then his hands are.
He won’t randomly smack your ass - doesn’t really sit right with him, doesn’t find it proper (except for certain situations ;3). But dear god does he always have a hand on your ass to squeeze if he gets the chance. Walking somewhere together? If he can, he’ll slide his hand from your back/waist down to your ass and hold there. Sitting on his lap? You already know it, his hand is on your ass, keeping you in place. Brushing past you? One hand on your waist, one hand on your ass while he apologises and squeezes past.
A gentle over a rough lover. While he can go both ways, he prefers to go slow and deep. Watching your face contort in pleasure as he fucks you, hearing every noise you make.
This man is an absolute pleasure dom. He gets off on seeing you get off. There’s plenty of nights where he solely focuses on you and doesn’t cum himself.
Doesn’t like the word daddy but for the love of god PLEASE use honorifics. Call him captain and sir and you’ll have an entirely different man on your hands.
Prefers giving over receiving oral. There’s just something about working his tongue and mouth on you that never fails to make him groan against you - even if his mouth is otherwise occupied.
Will always properly prepare you. He doesn’t like hurting you. He’s big and he knows it so he doesn’t want to take any chances.
While he doesn’t mind quickies (in his office is a favourite), he prefers the actual thing. Like stated before, he wants to focus on you and give you all the pleasure he can and a quicky just doesn’t allow for that.
For those instances where you rile him up enough to forego his gentler side however? He knows how to work you. He can push every button you have and have you seeing stars while he fucks the life out of you. Don’t expect to be standing on strong legs the day after.
Man has stamina for DAYS. Prefers to make you cum multiple times before he cums himself. Need a moment in between orgasms to recover before you can go again? That’s okay, you can cockwarm him while he waits.
Speaking of cum. It’s thick, potent and by god he cums a lot. Properly stuffs you if you let him.
Big on marking you. Loves leaving bites, hickeys and handprints. Give him the same too. Scratch marks, bite marks, hickeys. He loves checking his body over in he morning to see what you left.
He has quite the libido on him. He can’t help it, you’re the most inviting and enticing thing in his eyes. Bend over to pick something up and his cock can already be hardening in his pants.
He’s very considerate of your wants and needs though. If you don’t want to have sex, he’ll cuddle you and hold you instead. If you’re not into a certain thing, he’ll refrain on doing it next time. Very much wants to make it a time of pure pleasure and love for you, because that’s what it is for him too.
Very into kisses. Sloppy, long kisses where you moan and whine into his mouth. Better yet if you muffle your moans in his mouth while he fucks you.
Favourite positions are missionary, mating press, doggy style, lotus and spooning sex. He loves them for different reasons.
Missionary because of how close he can be, feeling your legs wrap around his waist while all of him touches all of you.
Mating press because of how deep he can hit and keep such control. He can see your face contort in pleasure while folding your legs up and holding you down.
Doggy style is obvious as to why. But he also really loves watching the way your back arches with this one. He can hold onto your hips and just let his eyes rove your body.
Lotus he loves a lot when cuddles on the couch evolve into more, or when he’s in his office and the need arrises for you both. Just having you seated on his lap, your legs around him, body pressed so closely into his while he gently fucks up into you? Heaven.
Spooning sex? You mean cuddles + sex? Hit. Him. Up. He absolutely loves fucking you like this in the morning. Lazy, tired, properly waking each other up with pleasure.
If you’re into it and allow him to, he’d even actually wake you up like that. Big on somnophelia like that for the thought of pulling you out of your dreams and your sleep with pleasure. If he gets to the stage where he’s opened you up and his cock is filling you without you waking up until then, he’s oh so proud of himself. Would only do it if you’re comfortable though.
Very big on cockwarming. Watch a movie together on the couch and let him rest his cock in you from behind. Can evolve into spooning sex on the couch while making you try to keep your attention on the movie. His hand on your chin, keeping your face pointed to the screen while he whispers against your ear.
I said it before, he’s big. Long and thick and knows how to use it well. He’s a very hairy man all over but he keeps it neatly trimmed down there.
The h a p p y t r a i l of this man. Run your nails over it and it instantly sends blood rushing into his cock.
Overall, John will fuck you whenever he gets the chance. And by the gods he will show you what it’s like to be truly worshipped.
Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to interact or send me any asks, I’d love to chat ^^
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konigsblog · 2 days
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Reader trying to get pregnant but their boyfriend/husband isn’t trying🥺 the 141 find out and all take turns putting their cum into reader all day everyday until a test comes back positive. After seeing how adorable the baby is the 141 keep reader pregnant, and eventually turn one of their safe houses into a family home🥺
they all takes their time pumping you full, cocks twitching and leaking inside your weeping, wet hole. holding your hips up, euphoria rushing over youur body causing your legs to shake and tremble. price's hands grasping at your hips, pounding into you desperately as you moan in escasty :((( gaz's fat, thick dick thrusting inside your sore hole. watching as their cum oozes out your pussy, pushing it back in with their tongue :(((
ghost being so caring? he's brushing the hair from your face as he reassures you through the pain. the stretch causing you to ache around his girth, slowly dragging out your walls and thrusting back in as you whine and whimper :((( soap's cock twitching, hardening at the sight of your pussy. swirling the tip around your entrance, pushing it, grinding his length into your raw and used cunny :(((
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I’m perfectly normal about this man and this picture
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d0youc0py · 14 hours
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I am ✨obsessed✨ with your page rn and would absolutely devour literally anything you give us.
I’d love to see your take on a kidnap/break in fic though!
Something like they’re coming home from deployment and their girlfriend/wife calls them (or laswell) freaking out about a weird car outside, or someone following them home.
Just damsel in distress x protective husband vibes all the way 💕
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“If we’re gonna go after them we’ve got to do it tonight. They’re expecting us to wait till they get further south.”
“What about all the civilians in the city?”
“No explosives. Everyone keep your silencers on. They won’t know till mornin’.”
“Ghost has a point. If we wait till next week our chances of hittin’ ‘em are slim. They aren’t expecting it now.”
“Yeah, they aren’t expecting it because it’s too damn risky. We do it tonight they have home advantage. We wait- all of us are on an even playing field.”
“They outnumber us 10-1. We’ll never be even.”
A knock at the door halted the conversation. A errand boy stuck his head in.
“Sorry to interrupt but this came for Lieutenant Ghost. Labeled urgent.” He held out a yellow package for Ghost.
“Thanks.” Price nodded his head, politely dismissing him.
“Johnny I’ve dealt with groups like this before.” Ghost spoke tearing open the flap of the package. “We need to get ‘em while their sitting pretty.” He blindly reached his hand into the package, his brow furrowing when he touched something soft. He pulled out a clump of hair.
His right leg gave out and he grabbed the table to steady himself.
“Ghost?” Price questioned. He gripped Ghost arms to steady him- and also urge him to give him an answer.
“No.” Ghost mumbled. He ripped open the rest of the package frantically searching for any sign that this was a prank. It couldn’t be real. Couldn’t be. “No.” He growled out. He pushed his way out the door his whole body shaking from anger and distress. The rest of the 141 followed quickly behind him. “Laswell.” She jumped as the door slammed open. “What the fuck is this?” The sight of him was enough to send a spike of fear through her heart. He threw the package with your hair on the table in front of her.
“Oh no.” Her eyes were wide and she wracked her brain for any answer she could give him.
“You said it would be alright.” He was seething at the point. Tears welled up in his eyes and he couldn’t be bothered to hide them. The air felt like it was being choked out of the room. Everyone’s skin was crawling. “You said they couldn’t trace her.”
Laswell looked over at Price for some relief, but he had not the slightest clue as to what was going on- or how to fix it. Just that Ghost was more worked up than he’d ever seen. Even Soap was shifting nervously from foot to foot.
“What going on?” Price asked. Ghost growled not answering the question, his eyes still trained on Laswell.
“I didn’t think they could.” She said calmly. “I didn’t enter it into the computer- it’s in your file, but not electronically.”
“Someone clarify what’s going on.” Price snapped.
“Ghost, let’s not jump to conclusions. Are we even sure this is Y/N’s hair?” Laswell tried to soothe.
“You think I don’t know my wife’s hair?” Ghost gritted. Wide eyes and jaws hung open around the room.
“Wife?” Soap whispered.
“Yes, my wife.” Ghost affirmed. “After I had that accident a few months ago I thought it would be a good idea to finally make her my emergency contact. So if I died she wouldn’t be locked up in the house waitin’ for me.” He explained. “You told me it was safe.”
“It is. They had to have gotten her info somewhere else.” Laswell insisted. “I’ll start tracking her down. You need to calm down.”
“Fuck off.” Ghost sneered. Price gave him a warning shoulder shove.
“We’ll go see if we can find anything on our end.” Price sighed.
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It only took an hour to find you. Gaz was able to PinPoint your location- conveniently the sight they were debating on hitting tonight. They could barley keep up as Ghost began to load up. The odds weren’t great for them. They knew they were coming, they were outnumbered and they had a hostage- who they knew at least one of the team members would die for in a heartbeat.
“Ghost you need to keep your cool. Stick to the plan. You can’t help her if you’re dead.” Price was trying to talk him through it. Ghost had completely shut down. He’s had nightmares just like this before. You being tortured- just the way he had been. He swallowed back bile just thinking about it. He paced back and forth on the plane, growling and grumbling like a caged bear.
They were ready for the 141. All waiting patiently in their places ready to take down the infamous task force. Smirks spread across their faces and they could practically taste the celebratory dinner that awaited them. What they weren’t ready for was the absolute hell that was about to be unleashed on them.
They all had barley stepped off the plane before Ghost was blowing through people like they were paper. Soap would bet his life on the fact that he saw Ghost go through a wall at one point. He wasn’t sticking to the plan. He was moving at inhuman speed. It was impossible to keep up with him.
“Found her. Back building, fourth floor second door on the left.” Soap’s voice rang through the comms.
“Hey, I’m a friend of Ghost’s.” Johnny spoke softly. You seemed to be relatively unharmed. When Johnny pried open the door he caught a glimpse of you diving under a small cot- your hair peaking out from under it.
“I’ve told you I don’t know who that is.” You murmured. He could hear the fear in your voice. Johnny sat down a few feet away from the bed.
“Oh right.” He whispered. “A friend of Simon’s.” Soap corrected. Your head peaked out from the bed. You had a bruise on your cheek- a slap mark?
“Simon?” You repeated slowly. Soap nodded his head. “Johnny?” You asked. Soap smiled.
“So he does talk about me.” His humor was wasted on you, but it did calm you a bit. Suddenly Ghost practically tumbled through the door. You shrieked not realizing who it was and dove back under the bed.
“Sweetheart.” Ghost quickly ripped off his mask, (not wanting to scare you more) laying on his stomach to get a look at you. You shot out from under the bed wrapping every limb you could around him. His hand gripped the back of your head pressing your forehead against his lips. “I’m sorry.” He pressed a few quick kisses against your head, before pulling away, worried eyes scanning all over you.
“I’m fine.” You assured. You had been lucky- well as lucky as one could be in this situation. Your worst wound was a slap to the cheek and a shitty haircut. The worst part was the fear. Fear of what they would do to you. Now that Simon was here you were at ease. His fingers skimmed over your cheek. “Got that because I bit a chunk out of someone’s hand.” You smirked.
“Good Girl.” He growled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “We’ve got to get out of here, yeah? I’m goin’ put my mask back on and you’re going to stay between me and Johnny, understand?” You nodded your head, while Johnny was still reeling from all the affection Ghost had displayed.
Safe to say the mission was a success.
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*ring*
“Sweetheart?”
You thank the stars above that John always picked up on the first ring.
“Not to worry you”-
“You need me to come get you?”
“No, can you meet me somewhere? There’s a red car that’s been following me and I don’t want to lead it to our house.” You explained, checking in your rearview mirror. Sure enough, a bright, red sports car was bearing down on you.
“Go to the coffee shop. Don’t park until you see my car in the parking lot. Don’t hang up either.”
“Affirm.” You snickered. John was in absolutely no mood to joke with you. You could hear the sound of his car starting.
“Hope I don’t have to get in a fight tonight. Only wearing my boxers and a shirt.” He wasn’t trying to be funny, but it still made you laugh.
“Could’ve thrown a pair of pants on.” You commented.
“If the difference between you being worm food and you being alright was me wrestling with a pair of jeans I’d never forgive myself.” He grumbled.
“I’ll be fine John. Captain’s coming to save me.” Normally he would melt at that but he was too focused dodging in and out of cars. You could hear a horn from over the phone. “Please be safe.” You sighed. “I’m here.” He said suddenly. Your eyes glanced to your phone. You had only been on the phone for seven minutes and it took at least fifteen to get to the coffee shop from your house.
“Don’t worry about it.” He said as if he could read your mind.
“It’s still following me John.” You whispered. Your fingers dug nervously into the steering wheel.
“Don’t get scared on me now, Sweetheart. How far away are you?”
“Ten minutes?” You weren’t entirely sure. “I can take a shortcut through the neighborhood.”
“No.” He interjected. “Stay on main roads with traffic. Doesn’t matter how long it takes for you to get here, just make sure you stay with people.” You nodded your head. “You hear me?”
“Yes sorry. I nodded my head but you couldn’t see that.”
“I’m standing outside the car. Pull up next to me, don’t get out, I’ll get your door for you.” He had his Captains voice on. You wondered if this was how team briefings went.
“You always get my door for me.” You smiled.
“Damn right I do.” He scoffed. “But it’s important this time. I don’t just want to leave your car in the lot because who knows what type of things they’ll put on it.”
“Like a tracker?”
He hummed in agreement.
“You’re scaring me John.” You gulped.
“Don’t need to be scared. I won’t let anything happen to you, you know that. Just want you to be aware of what’s gonna happen when you park. Just stay in your car, yes?” His voice was calm. Like he had done this a million times before. You nodded your head again. “Did you nod your head again?” You swore you could hear a chuckle.
“Yes, sorry. I understand.” Time seems to slow as you finally pulled into the cafe parking lot. It hadn’t closed yet people still wandering in and out even as the sun has set. You were surprised no one noticed the large man in a pair of light blue boxers and white t-shirt. A t-shirt so thin you could see his chest hair. You did as he told and pulled up right next to him. The red car pulled in right next to you. Your eyes quickly fled to your left to look at John. He had a look on his face you weren’t familiar with.
The sound of the red car door opening caught your attention. A medium sized man stepped out. He just looked greasy. He shut his door and began walking over to your side of the car, seemingly not noticing John.
John met him in the middle, using one hand to grab him by his shirt and slam him against the hood of his own car. You covered your mouth, your eyes going wide. John’s face hovered over his. You couldn’t hear anything that was said, but when John finally let him go the man scrambled to get back into his severely dented car. John stood at the front of the car as he started it up and ripped out of the parking lot.
John tapped at your window signaling for you to unlock your door.
“You alright?” He checked, crouching down to your level. You eyes were still wide and you slowly nodded.
“What did you say?” You mumbled. John took your shaky hands with his, pressing a kiss against your palms.
“That’s a secret.” He smirked. “Didn’t scare you too bad did I?” He asked softly. His brows furrowed and he ran a hand up and down your arm.
“Honestly?”
His face paled. He hadn’t thought about scaring you. He didn’t think he acted too rash. In fact he was holding back.
“Honestly.” He affirmed.
“That was really hot.” You admitted, a hot blush across your face. His face went blank for a moment before a wide smirk crossed his face.
“Then we better get home.” He murmured, pressing a kiss against your shoulder. “Safe to drive?”
“Yes!” You said a little too enthusiastic.
You’re so sweet! I absolutely loved this request and probably went a little overboard. I was only able to fit Ghost and Price in this but would gladly do this with the rest of the 141 and other cod characters! Hope you liked it and thank you for making my day!
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collinnmckinley · 3 days
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Call of Duty: MWII + MW2019 ↳ Infinite gifs of Cap. John Price [11/∞].  
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tulipsbymybed · 3 days
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a captain price fic where you’ve managed to tie his hands and feet to the bed and you’re kneeling over his face, just high enough that he can’t reach you even when he cranes his head up as far as he can. playing with yourself over his face and watching him fidget and wriggle trying to get his mouth on you and getting angrier and angrier at being denied you-
uh maybe I should-
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bthyblu · 1 day
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pure angsty hurt thoughts about one of 141 having to fake their own death and go into witness protection over some bad bad shit but because you’re not married the law won’t allow you in on it. so you arrange their funeral and go through the grieving process and attempt to move forward but little do you know they’ve been watching from a distance the entire time because they just can’t let you go :((((((
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I desperately need to talk to you about how Price would handle falling for someone in his team. I just know you think about this too. In the way that you write, he is always so diligent, careful, trying to suppress it until it spills over. He’s so loyal to his job and his country. I just feel like you nail his character so well. Price walks such a fine line, but I love it when you let him give in.
Ahhh, thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoy it!
I love the journey and angst of pining, and usually set it up like a climb: summit fever, standing on the precipice, and then the choice to either turn back around or jump to base. The eventual acquiescence is so fun to write—even more so than the actual feelings resolution that comes with that decision, or the equinox at the peak.
We never really see that side, though (because it's quite depressing when I try to envision it—to him, it would just be a gnarled man trying to close his hands around the only good thing he can find, snuffing out a glowing flame he thinks he's undeserving of).
I can't see him immediately jumping into anything, either. It's usually after years and years of pining, when the tensions grow so thick, he can barely move or breathe, does he ever really relent, give in. And even that's a battle. Inches only. Glacial slowness. Walls built over top of walls. Fractures cemented back in. He won't make it easy.
I rarely write from Price's POV, but I imagine he'd be super careful—pros (the very few he finds) and cons weighed for months before he even really accepts his own feelings, much less tries to initiate anything with you. Diligent, aware of the consequences, and subtle reluctance to even acknowledge his want, much less give in, all compiled onto the fact that this is his chosen profession, the life he wants to live. And, in many ways, this—you—are somewhat of an obstacle to that. One wrong move and everything he worked hard for crumbles. He wouldn't be careless, then, but anything serious will make him guarded. Wary.
I feel like there's tonnes of reasons not to, and very few to even try, but Price is just a man. The frayed threads of his resolve will wear down after being pulled taut for so long, before they finally snap. He's usually already very close to that point when the MC is hedging around the last ledge of the looming mountain, and so it feels like a quick, hurried thing when they finally meet at the crown.
Idk—I just really adore the idea of shattered resolve, of a hard earned victory that feels almost phyrric when its finally given to you. I like that contrasted with a little moment of was this worth it? only to followed up by something that immediately says: yes, absolutely (especially if that moment of yes is just the most mundane thing ever.)
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