#captain price hc

[brainrotbrainrotbrainrot]

Saw a tiktok of a wife putting the original Barbie’s movie on for her kids and her husband being enamoured.

Imagine Price as your husband, you’ve been married for years, two kids. Two girls as much as you hoped you might get a boy one day, Price absolutely took to being a girl dad and is just the most attentive father and husband you could wish for when he’s not on a mission or deployment.

When the girls are getting a bit rowdy and won’t settle as you make lunch, you decide to try one of your childhood comfort movies, putting on Barbie: Princess and the Pauper. Immediately your girls are interested, pulling their dad to the sofa much to his wild protests and objections to watching the movie. There was no way he was going to be subjected to a Barbie movie, especially not the singing one you talk about all the time.

But half an hour later, after finally getting lunch made up, you look over seeing Price lounging on the sofa, your two girls moulded around him as all three are completely transfixed on the movie. Even whining when you get in the way for a moment as you put their lunch snacks on the coffee table for them.

It’s the most perfect sight you could ever have imagined for your married life to Price.

[mindie-arts]

Fuck it *ponifies your military men✨*

This might be my new obsession-

[teamblck]

YEAH? AND?

[imaginesheaven]

Pilot!Reader x TF 141

Friendship Headcanons

Warnings: cursing

Words spread like fire about your amazing skills in the air. Every team that got assigned to you and your helicopter comes back home safe and sound.

Captain Price demands your transfer to his team after you had the honor to do a mission with the Task Force 141. He only chooses the best of the best to work with.

“John! You can’t demand every good soldier I have for your team.” – “Laswell, I can and I will~”

Needless to say, but Laswell is more than pissed since you are one of the best pilots if not the best pilot on the base, but Price always get what he wants.

With your quite sassy and funny demeanor you win the hearts of the tough men rather quickly.

“Dear Task Force 141, this is your pilot speaking. If you look to the right side of the helicopter you can see Eagle 3 challenging us to a race. So, please keep seated and hold on for dear life because shit is about to get real~”

The team making bets between you and the other pilot of Eagle 3. In the end, you always win.

At first the team makes fun of you naming your helicopter Valkyrie, but after a little nosedive after a hard mission they stop very quickly. They really made the mistake of underestimating you and your helicopter.

Valkyrie actually was ready to be dropped out from the military due to old age. It was love on first sight for you. It took weeks to convince Laswell but, in the end, you got the old birdy and brought her back to her glory. It came in handy that you are literally blessed with a mechanic soul.

In your free time you love to try out new things to improve Valkyrie for the next mission. Gaz really wants to help every time, but ends up standing in the way most of the time.

“Can you give me the screwdriver for the Fillister Head screws?” – “Uh…. this one?” – “Nope, there most be another one.” – “This one?” – “… You know, Gaz, the windows are in need for a good cleaning. Could you do that for me?”

You hit him with the puppy eyes and Gaz goes to clean the windows like you asked. In the end he is just happy to be there with you :)

Soap is really fascinated with the weapons Valkyrie carries for the missions. You always take your time to explain and show him everything. Here and there he is also allowed to help you out during missions to kill a few of the enemies. That makes him literally so happy like a little boy in the candy shop.

Nevertheless, you use every single chance to mess with Soap. Sometimes Price joins you just for the fun of it.

“Get away from my baby, Soap.” – “I’m not doing anything!” – “You are way too close and I don’t like how you look at her.” – “What the hell?” – “Do what (Y/N) says, Soap!” – “But, Captain!” – “No buts.”

Gaz and Ghost know exactly what is going on and try to hold in their snickering.

With you there is literally not a single dull moment before, during and after missions. The boys love and life for those moments.

Once you left behind one of the soldiers because he got on your nerves before take-off.

“Eagle 2, where are you going?” – “Uh, Urzikstan.” – “You forgot one of the soldiers. He’s banging on the window here.” – “Yeah, we kind of had a fight and he’s an asshole so I kind of had to kick him out. I’m sure Eagle 3 has enough space for him.” – “Eagle 2, you can’t do that. Cancel takeoff clearance!” – “Oops, I accidentally put the throttles to TO/GA. See you later alligator~”

Or the other time on the way back to the base.

„Watcher 1, we request medical at the gate. Uh, we beat up another stowaway…” – “Eagle 2… YOU DID WHAT?!” – “Uh… yeah, we found him halfway back to base and he refused to leave the helicopter so we beat him up and tied him like a present gift on Christmas morning…” – “I am not dealing with this! Land like always and contact ground for medical aid.”

To Laswell’s displeasure you take your sweet time after missions to come back to the base. Here and there you make a little stop at the next fast-food chain.

“I think the drive-through will not do it. Someone has to go out and order at the counter…”

Those encounters with Laswell over the comm create a quite close bond between the two of you over the time.

“Look, who’s back!” – “Don’t even say it, Watcher 1.” – “You were supposed to land five hours ago?!” – “You should be happy we came here at all~” – “How about you land on time for once. That’ll make me happy.” – “We got burgers. Do you want one?” – “YOU GOT WHAT, EAGLE 2?!” – “Burgers…” – “… You will be the death of me … Get them over here fast, Eagle 2.”

Of course, Kate would never admit it out loud that you are her favorite pilot.

“Oh, Eagle 2!” – “Shut up and let me concentrate!” – “Five hours late again. At least butter this landing.” – “We are not Eagle 3. At least we know how to land.” – “Let’s learn how to come in on time next… Did you secure the goods?” – “Sure, Watcher 1. Your usual order coming right to you~”

Captain Price lost count how often you saved their lives with Valkyrie. They trust you blind and know you would do anything to bring them back home. But during one special mission you show how the team really mean to you.

“(Y/N)! We need air support! We can’t get to the evac point!”, the team needs your help, but you ran out of ammo a few minutes ago. You know exactly that they won’t make it without your help. This is the hardest and easiest decision at the same time you have to make.

“It was a good time we had together, Valkyrie”, you say your goodbye to the helicopter before you let crash your baby into the pack of enemies.

“NO! (Y/N)!”, the men are devastated to see Valkyrie go down knowing exactly you must be in the helicopter. Their hearts shatter. They couldn’t save you.

“Boys, come on! We need to be at the evac point in five minutes. Eagle 3 will get us!”, you stumble around the house corner quite out of breath. “You are alive!”, they can’t believe their eyes.

“Not much longer!”, you grab the first one by the hand to drag them into the direction where Eagle 3 will collect you. Once in the helicopter you are all safe and sound for now and on the way back to the base.

“(Y/N) … you crashed Valkyrie … for us?”, Gaz looks at you with his big puppy eyes. You only shrug with your shoulder not trying to think about the helicopter trashed into thousand pieces, “I really don’t want to talk about her.”

It might sound strange, but you are mourning Valkyrie like the helicopter would have been a real soldier. You had spent so much time with her. She was part of your family.

Of course, the team would make it up to you as good as they can. So, one day Gaz comes up to you with a blindfold, “Put it on.” You shake your head immediately, “Not for anything in this world.”

He defeats you with your own weapons. The puppy eyes. You put the blindfold on and get dragged over the whole base until you lose track of where you are actually going. “Oh my god, Gaz! I’m getting really sick.”

“TADA!”, he pulls down the blindfold. For a second you were blinded from the sunshine, but then it hits you. “We can’t give you Valkyrie back, but how about Valkyrie II!”, Soap exclaims pointing at the new helicopter. The whole team looks so damn proud of themselves for gifting you an even better helicopter.

“Thank you, boys. You are too sweet”, you get wrapped up in a big bear hug. “So, you know, Laswell doesn’t want you to know she gave us the money to purchase the new helicopter”, Price tells you with a smile on his lips.

“I chose the interior of the helicopter and the color!”, Gaz exclaims and points at Valkyrie II.

“I was responsible for the weapons! I can show you everything!”, Soap adds.

“I coordinated everything”, Price shrugs his shoulders.

You look at Ghost. He holds up an air freshener, “I want it to smell good.”

[apollodarling-writes]

thinking about task force 141 + könig with a gen z! reader.

tws : some suggestive themes but nothing explicit, cursing, ghost has no problem with the reader slapping his ass pls don’t mistake it as being nonconsensual

edit : it’s come to my attention that some of you are confused as to why i made a post like this. this post was made to be satirical and cringey and embarrassing. i am part of gen z and using the terminology that was all the rage in recent years to make something like this. it’s not a serious post. it’s made to appear the way it appears.

reader, walking past soap : youre looking very submissive and breedable today, johnny.

soap, shaking his head and tutting : i am not!

reader : big talk for someone within breeding distance.

ghost, trying to make a cup of coffee :

reader who takes notice of ghost’s ass and slaps it : god damn! i knew you had jiggle physics

ghost, slowly setting down his cup and turning his head : i’m giving you a five second headstart.

reader realizing they fucked up : oh shit.

reader knocking on price’s office door : knock knock! can i enter, captain price?

price, trying to finish his stack of paperwork and knows reader is up to something : …sure

reader : this is a vibe check! what do you think of this?

price, glancing between the picture and reader : … its nice.

reader whose eyes light up : you, my good sir, have officially passed the vibe check and that is why you’re my favorite captain.

price, exasperated : im your only captain.

ghost talking to soap : johnny, you ever feel… lost?

reader suddenly appearing with stress balls and plushies : here, these help me! this weighted stuffed animal hits different, so i recommend it personally.

ghost :

soap : where the hell did you even come from??

reader posing for a picture with the team before a mission : and everybody say “in our special ops era”!

the team, sullenly : in our special ops era…

reader : damn guys, this lighting is doing wonders for our dark circles.

könig trying to carve something for reader: hmm.. this side looks a little bit off…

reader bounding over to könig : heyy babygirl!

könig scrambling to hide it : scheiße, i thought they were busy!

[lunarw0rks]

SPICY CALL OF DUTY TWT LINKS! 18+

( turn y’all phones down before y’all get in trouble )

price.

https://x.com/46___suki/status/1706019900114784337?s=20

gaz.

https://x.com/BLOSGU/status/1701445730911596733?s=20

ghost.

https://x.com/BLOSGU/status/1701083443981963385?s=20 this is very fucking filthy.

könig.

https://x.com/BLOSGU/status/1701989917088178249?s=20 …jesus fucking christ.

BONUS! threesome w alejandro & valeria.

https://x.com/46___suki/status/1705346483858416110?s=20

a/n: you have to be logged into twitter for the links to work (if it says they don’t exist or whatever) also these are literal porn. do what anon said and lower ur volume!!

feel free to send more, fellow depraved ppl! <3

PRICE — definitely not thinking of him using his big arms to pin you in place or anything…….

he’s the type to pin u down with just his hips and how harshly they’re thrusting… any position; on top it’s his large hands controlling every move you make. and you literally can’t move. not that you want to

//

GAZ — i picture him rarely being a headpusher/throat fucking. it’s preferable for kyle to watch you work, maybe guide you a bit as you give him a blowjob.

it’s like the vid; a supporting hand, praising you while he’s moving your hair out of the way, wiping tears, etc…

//

GHOST — messy sex w/ simon >>

that tidiness about him; gone instantly. he doesn’t mind the stained sheets, or when he’s filled you so many times you’re seeping his cum. it just makes cleanup all the more fun. (a.k.a fingering every drop back into you)

//

KÖNIG — as i said with price, but all the more extreme. unlike the captain, the colonel with use his whole body to pin you down. even if he’s being gentle the air is knocked out of you.

so rough; probably about 300lbs of man slamming into you? be prepared…

//

VALERIA & ALEJANDRO — one of the few times valeria is ever “submissive” if it could even be called that. she rarely kneels for ale (or any man), and only does for you when she’s eating you out.

but when you’re being shared? passed around? no… you’re being owned by them. cum worship for both of them>> and alejandro forcing you to share it, take turns giving head to each other. and you, you’re not allowed to waste a drop.

[konigsblog]

when konig laughs he snorts.

thats the hc

laughing headcannons for the 141 + könig & krueger 🗣️

price is the type to wheeze. it sounds bloody awful, like he's in pain and is unable to catch his breath. honestly, seeing him bang his fists on the table laughing makes you laugh. although that is only if he's very comfortable with you, if you're his significant other or family. if you're a soldier, he'll chuckle quietly, scoffing and rolling his eyes playfully at your pathetic jokes.

simon isn't the type to laugh, he smiles more than he laughs. if you say something funny, he might snort and look away, grinning from ear to ear. although if he's comfortable then he may laugh a little louder, probably while he's drunk at home.

soap, oh, soap... he's obnoxious, and so is his laugh. if you're in scotland, you could probably hear it all the way from australia. his laugh is constant and he can barely breathe if he's laughing loudly, sometimes his laugh is funnier than the joke. he's the type to cry laughing, probably piss himself laughing if he's too drunk and can't control his fits of laughter.

gaz wheezes, it's a pained wheeze, sometimes sounding like a window wiper. his laugh is funnier than the joke, it always is. he grabs his stomach and bends over laughing sometimes, barely able to keep his balance. he'll wipe the tears from his waterline as he grins, thinking about the joke before getting the both of you into another laughing fit.

könig, like you said, is a snorter. he snorts when he's comfortable, which in turn makes you laugh even harder. you bend over laughing at his laugh, which causes könig to fall to his knees laughing. if he's not comfortable, he won't laugh. he stares at you. he doesn't mean to come across as hostile or harsh, but he doesn't know what you expect him to do or say. perhaps he'll chuckle a little, maybe fist bump you if he finds you tolerable.

krueger giggles almost, it's a mixture of a chuckle and a giggle. he covers his eyes when he laughs, chuckling at whatever he finds funny. he doesn't laugh often, so it's pretty rare if you manage to get him to laugh, but god does his laugh make you smile.

[meowpupp]

jus imagine infecting owner!price and pup!gaz w the sleepy girl agenda.

always pulling price back into bed, locking your chubby thighs around his waist. he just can't deny you. his cute girl, all sleepy and soft for him. he loves how sweet you are in the mornings, nuzzling into his neck, the comfortable weight of your body ontop of his, arms wrapped around your waist. he likes to act like he's getting up just so he can hear you whine, watch as you snuggle so close to him it's as if you're trying to crawl inside him.

with kyle it's the opposite. the pup works hard, keeping you and price safe, training, doing the manual chores around the house. he needs his naps, and for those he needs you. a pretty weighted blanket. he turns on your favourite movie, pulling you to rest your head on your chest. the whole time he idly plays with your hair, waiting until you fall asleep to join you.

[brainrotbrainrotbrainrot]

Nikolai relationship headcanons. (Because he has taken over my brain)

Nsfw under the cut.

- You met through Price due to a mission and Nik helped you with an injury from almost falling out of a helicopter (because what else would happen to when you’re in a helicopter with Nik?) and he’s so attentive and sweet you can’t help but grow a crush on him.

- Nik is a fantastic listener. One of the main things about him you fell for.

- He listens to all your complaints and moans about the task force life and just nods his head and never tries to reason your complaints with logic. He knows better.

- This man will keep all your secrets and take them to his grave.

- Someone annoys you? He’ll have his gun ready and waiting for you. Just send a location.

- He’ll teach you how to fix a helicopter and how to fly if you don’t know already. It’s one of your favourite bonding activities.

- You thought Price gave good hugs but Nikolai’s hit different.

- He cannot ever take his eyes off of you in a room. Always admiring you and telling you how amazing you look 24/7.

- This man can own anyone at a BBQ.

- Loves seeing you in his jacket.

- Always sends flowers and other treats to your home address and the base when you have extended time away from each other.

Nsfw

- He is an ass man. Absolutely will fuck you from behind all the time so he has it on full display.

- Yes you would do it in the helicopter and hanger all the time.

- Spanking. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

- Can see he’s a bit of a brat tamer if you’re ever daring to be bratty with him.

- Goes mad for when you’re on your knees for him.

- Size kink.

- Absolute God with bondage. Will turn you into a rope bunny.

- if you’re into it, cuckolding with Price. Has the biggest fantasy of watching Price have his way with you. Even going as far as wanting to be tied down as he watches you two.

- Also if you’re into it, threesomes with Price naturally. He loves to share you with him.

- He is very handsy. The moment you’re both alone, he’s already all over you.

[python333]

im in love with your content omg😭 your writing style is just chefs kiss

can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?

its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3

pardon? — python333

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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 2.6k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!

“—eah, and now we have to camp out here ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do it ‘imself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if they’re willing to leg it out of here with us,” An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.

You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent you’d been using for the past five minutes you’d been talking to this guy.

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” You agree, clearing your throat before asking, “You know where the others are stationed?”

“You don’t?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Mate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,” You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, “I just know I’ve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.”

The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if we’re in the same platoon, don’t you—” 

You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of. 

You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you. 

“[c/n], how copy?” Price’s voice crackles through on your ear piece. 

You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, “Copy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.”

“You were there for five bloody minutes,” Gaz’s voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, “How’d he already catch onto you?” 

“The British are smarter than I thought,” You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like they’d snap if someone sneezed on them too hard—perfect for climbing up.

You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but don’t say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder. 

“Reminder that there’s three British people with you, currently,” Ghost’s deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell he’s whispering into his mic, “All of which are very smart.”

“I caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, don’t fuckin’ talk right now,” You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like it’s going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and you’ll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up. 

“They were circles,” Ghost says, exasperated, “I didn’t know if that made a difference.” 

“I thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,” You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder. 

“Yeah, L.t,” Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that he’s running, “Thought ye Brits were s’possed to ken everything ‘bout tea.” 

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.

You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle you’d been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up. 

You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that it’s aiming directly at one of the soldier’s heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get into—but doing this didn’t change much.

Regardless of if you got in or not, he would’ve died, and the others would’ve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.

You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, “The guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot ‘im down.” 

“I don’t think we need to get in just yet,” Price hums, “But maybe in a minute.” “M’kay,” You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemy’s conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.

The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier you’d eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what they’ll do once they’re on leave—like they would be able to do that after you completed your assignment—and just some general team camaraderie.

The lackluster subjects of their conversations weren’t bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about. 

It was their stupid accents you hated. 

Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents aren’t stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents you’d heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.

They used slang words that you’re certain you’ve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didn’t even make sense—you heard one of them use the words, verbatim, ‘Don’t get stroppy’. Stroppy? Stroppy? 

You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation they’d just started up. 

“—eah, ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethin’ to happen,” One of the soldiers scoffs, “I’m telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runnin’ ‘round out here, I’m legging it from ‘im immediately.” 

You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isn’t that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?

“You’re legging it?” The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, “What happened to you chattin’ to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?” “All that’s irrelevant when the fuckin’ grim reaper rolls around and starts murkin’ people like he’s been doing for the entirety we’ve been here, mate,” The first soldier laughs, “You think I wanna be here when he does that?” 

“Don’t act like a prat about it, man—fuckin’ talking’ like you can outrun him.” “A prat? I’m not—” You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.

A prat? Legging it? Can’t be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, “I need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.” Immediately, Price’s voice rings through, “What? What is it? What happened?” “The soldiers are British and I can’t tell what they’re saying,” You answer, ignoring Price’s relieved sigh on his end, “I need help.” “Jesus, fuck, don’t scare me like that,” Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Alright, what do you need help with?” 

“Figuring out what they’re saying.” This time, you hear Gaz’s voice crackle through, “Well, you’ve got three British people here—tell us what he’s saying.” 

“One of the guys was talking about ‘legging it’ if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost ‘murking’ people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a ‘prat’ about it and he got all offended,” You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return. 

“They’re just saying they’re gonna run away if they see Ghost because he’s been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is like…” Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, “Someone who’s kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.” 

“They couldn’t just say that?” You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers. 

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that,” Price’s voice cuts through, “Go ahead and shoot the guy down. I’m ready to head in.”

“Got it,” You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, “Shooting him now.” 

You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.

You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers. 

They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, “Price, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.”

Wordlessly, they do as they’re told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gun’s aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing it’s functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open. 

“Thanks for that,” Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price. 

“Uh huh. Of course,” You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap. 

“Are they in?” Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. There’s no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.

Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk. 

“Yeah, they’re in,” You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, “Didn’t you hear the sirens?” 

You can see Soap’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well. 

“I did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,” He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, “It’s a surprise seeing you here.” 

“Imagine how I feel,” You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, “Ghost, you don’t wanna join us on the rooftops?” 

“Absolutely not,” He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soap’s grin grow, “I’m perfectly fine on the ground.” 

“Where are you?” You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, “I feel like I haven’t seen you this whole time.” 

“I’m just behind the facility,” Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, “I’m gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case there’s anyone left.” 

“You’ve been behind the facility this whole time?” Soap’s voice cuts through, surprised by the fact. 

“Mhm,” Ghost hums. 

“It’s a bit boring back there, innit?” Gaz’s voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, “You can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.” 

“Fucking faffing around?” You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle. 

As if he can read your mind, Price’s voice comes through, “Faffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].” 

You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, “You couldn’t just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?” 

“It’s not silly,” Gaz says, his frown audible, “They were faffing around.” 

“Jesus, fuck,” You breathe out, laughing lightly, “It’s totally silly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No it’s—” 

“I just want one day where you two don’t start up stupid arguments like this,” Price’s tired sigh comes through, “Just one day, I beg of you both.” 

“Aw, Captain, we were just faffing around,” You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic. 

“That is absolutely not how you use that,” Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voice—from your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought. 

“It sounded natural to me,” You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you. 

“You’re insufferable,” Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, “Never use British slang again, please.” 

“What if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?”

“Nothing can fix what you’ve said today, [c/n].”

“Well that’s dramatic,” You scoff, “I’ll learn British just for you guys.” 

“Holy shit, please stop talking,” Price’s exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, “You’re both insufferable. Drop it.” 

“… I don’t think I will,” You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, “I’ll use Duolingo or something to learn it.” 

“British isn’t a language you learn, you muppet,” Price grumbles, making you snort. 

“Muppet?” 

“It’s someone who’s dumb and clueless and can’t take a hint, like you,” Ghost defines, “And Soap, most of the time.” 

“Daen’t go draggin’ mae into this,” Soap’s voice quickly cuts through, “I haven’t said onything.” 

“Uh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?” Gaz argues, ignoring Price’s protests for him to stop arguing, “About Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?” 

“Oh, I’ll have you all know—” 

“Ghost, don’t start—” 

You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that they’d be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.

[teamblck]

okay but being a bookworm and your strong military boyfriend takes you shopping at a bookstore and follows you around carrying all your books and every time you start rambling about a book you’ve picked up they get a small loving smile on their face

characters in mind while writing- könig, john mactavish, simon riley, kyle garrick, john price

[imaginesheaven]

Funny moment with TF 141

*on the way to the mission in the car*

(Y/N): *turns on music*

(Y/N): *sings* Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

Gaz: *joins you* So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

(Y/N): I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah

Soap, Gaz & (Y/N): If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends

Ghost: *sits between singing Gaz and Soap* …

Soap, Gaz & (Y/N): Make it last forever, friendship never ends

Ghost: … I really want to get out …

Price: *drives* Sorry, buddy, (Y/N) won the bet.

Ghost: …

Soap, Gaz & (Y/N): If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give! Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is!

Ghost: … *tries not to cry*

[neoarchipelago]

Call Of Duty Masterlist

And They Were Roommates

Simon Riley X Reader (NSFW F!Reader)

Red Panda! Reader x Cod boys

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Funny texts:

funny texts 1

funny texts 2

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Headcanons:

Graves sex pollen

Konig sex pollen

Price Sex pollen

Squad 141 with a dog

Squad 141 snacks for movies

AU Squad 141 with Witch!Reader

AU Squad 141 with Witch!Reader + Blurp

AU squad 141 with Winged!Reader

AU squad 141!Greek gods with Human!Reader

AU Simon Riley! Dragon rider X Reader

Dads 141 receiving their Child stuffed animals while on misson

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Blurps:

falling down the stairs (relationship established simon riley)

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One-shot :

The devil (GhostxReader)

Down the rabbit Hole (Price! Werewolf x FBunny! Reader) (idea from @fnny-bnny )

Konig Werewolf x f- Reader

Cotton Candy Pacifer [ Ghost x F-Reader established Relationship]

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Madripoor High

Simon x Reader (NSFW - F!Reader)

Moodboard Pinterest

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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Miniseries:

Soul Link series (Cat!Ghost) :

blurp 1

blurp 2

blurp 3

blurp 4

blurp 5

blurp 6

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Ai chats:

Simon Riley:

he's a dumbass

[lunarw0rks]

who you think is the loudest one when they 🥜

LOUDEST TO QUIETEST;

graves — he's talkative and outspoken enough out of the bedroom, let alone in it. when he finishes, he can't stop himself from making noise. constant praise, constant mutterings. he only groans throughout, but once he's reached his climax; he moans. typically drawn out and low, paired with unintelligible praises for his partner.

price — unexpectedly loud. he doesn't look the type, but i feel like just can't. shut. up. price doesn't talk as much when he's finishing, not like graves, however, but his noises are noticeable. his grunts and deep breaths grow louder. audible heavy breaths, his brows furrowed in focus as he tries his best to maintain his rhythm to ride out his finish.

soap — talks his way through everything. he likes to think it's for his partner's enjoyment because it partially is, but it also aids him in encouraging the pleasure he's so deeply lost in. when he finally reaches his momentous finish— his mouth goes agape, but he's groaning audibly. loud, but not so much that the neighbors would be concerned.

könig — I don't picture könig outright moaning or whimpering, even when he's going to finish. it's short grunts and growls, low mutterings of praise/degrade into his partner's ear. but it's for him, to live whatever fantasy they've played out to get him to this point. as I mentioned in the other headcanons; he cums a lot, and for several seconds. it's the absence of moaning — instead, it's growly breaths and gasps with a clenched jaw.

alejandro — sometimes he's more vocal, other times he only groans a bit throughout the act. BUT when he's close, frankly, he's talking too much to let out many sounds of pleasure — which would be indistinct moans, anyhow. mainly to his partner, speaking in his native tongue, letting them know he's close, etc...

gaz — this one might be a bit disagreeable for some. but i feel like gaz makes little sound at all, aside from dialogue with whomever he's intimate with. kyle would be keener on talking through his pleasure, worshipping said partner, etc. even when he finishes, he's rather quiet. he sees no need for dramatics, even when he feels the intense rush of an orgasm. when he cums, he may gasp, then there's usually a devilish simper spread on his face, showing off his perfect teeth. if it's an intense session, he might moan a bit with each thrust/motion.

simon — an obvious choice for the bottom. though I think it would heavily depend on the mood of the evening; how vocal he is, also taking into account his partner's preferences. but in terms of moans/groans, noises in general; simon produces little. unless he's going at a wicked pace, where there'd be sharp grunts. but the majority of the time, his lips parted and mouth producing heavy breaths, maintaining as much eye contact as possible.

[oopsdevil]

john price edition. (pt. 2)

"I don’t ‘develop’ headcanons. They come to me in visions and I know they’re correct."

• reading glasses™

• also he reads at night (very late) and gets all soft when you go looking for him all sleepy

• "what are you doing up starlight?"

• which brings me to: NICKNAMES

• starlight, darling, princess, gorgeous, baby, love, ALL OF IT

• (once called soap starlight by accident)

• definition of a GENTLEMAN

• and he is not even trying to be one to impress you, the things he will do for you are genuinely for you

• hands on your hips if you gonna jump from somewhere over a foot tall ✋️ carries you through the hot sand part at the beach ✋️ will NOT start the car again until he sees you go inside your house ✋️

• also pretends he wouldn't let you spend all the money he has if you wanted to

• not that you would but he is down SO BAD

• laughs at kids movies harder than the actual kids

• knows every pill/medication you take and when to take it

• has a little digital camera and takes pictures of everything, specifically you and the team

• the only picture ever of simon riley smirking without his mask? yeah, he has it

• will not let you see his spotify wrapped

• (has nothing to do with the fact that he listened to love story taylor's version 70 times)

• for such a masculine man he rejects fragile masculinity

• he just thinks is so stupid when men wont buy pads or help they gfs paint their nails like ???? baby get his glasses and choose a color, he is ON IT