#captain price x male reader

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about retired!price, so insatiable with nothing to do, fingering his cunt and grinding against pillows with your musk thick shirt pressed up against his nose. his body becomes softer with nothing to do, love handles forming and a bigger belly growing, with thighs soft and jiggly, and an ass so pretty and plush like a sweet, juicy peach.

you're still away on deployment, a couple years younger than price and still in your prime. you can't wait for the day where you finally retire, where you can spend the rest of your days with your husband.

but price can't wait—he's paranoid that someone else will get your attention and steal you away from him. someone younger, more attractive, and despite your reassurance that such thing won't happen, it eats away at him. so he does the only logical thing he can come up with.

when you come back on break, you have a hard time getting john off you. he's insatiable, his fingers running all over your body, more than happy to pull down your pants and lavish your cock in affection. he'll throw you onto bed, remind you why exactly he was captain, and milk you for all you're worth. he'll run you dry and keep on going, as if he was young again. and sure, his legs burn, exhaustion nips at him, but fuck, he'll keep on making you cum inside his pussy if it means he'll have your kids.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Grumpy!Reader whose kid accidentally throws their ball over the fence and into John Price's backyard. So you go over to retrieve it, knocking on his door.

He opens the door a few minutes later with the ball in hand, expecting a kid, but instead there's you. You who's so tall and and whose face looks so detached for someone who's a parent.

"Hey, look, my kid accidentally threw that ball over the fence," you say, pointing to said ball in Price's hand. You hold out your own larger one, waiting for him to give it. "We were playing catch and the little one, they threw it too hard and too high. Wasn't on purpose."

You're so clearly waiting for the ball and he has no real reason to keep it, so he gives it back to you. And once it's in your hands, you turn on your heel to leave to go back to your own house.

Until he calls out to you. "How about you make it up to me by joining me for a cup of coffee or tea?" he asks, flustered when you turn back to face him with a raised eyebrow. "I've seen you around, seen you with your kid. Seems like you could use a break, so the offer's on the table."

You stare at him, don't even reply to his offer. You just head back to your house. But days later, when your kid accidentally throws their ball into his backyard again, you say yes to his offer.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

[killmeprettypleasee]

SHUT THE FUCK UP, BRAT

Warning: age gap reader is 24 and Price is 35, Brat reader, kinda mean Price(?).

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You and Price had been married for just a year now, you and him had been even more close than you two started dating.

He had been sweet to you, and he's very well mannered,, so you were quite thankful to have him as your husband.

But currently you decided to be a brat and start a tantrum every minute of the day,, and fuck did it annoy John..

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Suddenly you were shoved to the bed, your body dipping into the soft foam, Price has a devious look in his eyes causing you to shiver slightly at the eye contact.

"You little bitch,, you just don't know how to keep that mouth of yours shut?"

John harshly spoke out causing you to whimper.

Suddenly your pants along your boxers were ripped off and legs had been spread forcefully and folded, now your head was inbetween your knees, Price grabbed the back of your ankle and pushed it down to have a good look at your hole, He licked his lips and pulled his cock out.

By the table side drawer he grabbed a bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on his cock, He couldn't wait to shove his cock deep into your depts,, your warmth,, he just wanted to claim that ass of yours.

But gladly John has some self control to help him resist not to go hard on you yet, your eyes began to go glossy abd tears slowly poured into thin lines, It was a sight to see that his bratty husband was getting nervous to get fucked by him, He loved that look and couldn't help but smirk.

"looks like the little brat actually knows how to shut the fuck up huh?"

Suddenly Price began to shove his cock deep into your ass hole, You let out little whines and cries as he sinked in to your depths.

"J-john.. n-ngh s-slow down.."

You cried softly,

"shut up."

Price replied with a harsh scowl and thrust into you, hitting your prostate head on causing you to jerk up when his hips slammed against your ass.

This caused you to see stars when his hips began to piston in and out of you, small cries and begs left your lips as your hole was being ravished by him.

Now you were a crying and whimpering mess beneath his muscular form, His hands gripped on both on your back knees, pressing them down and folding you like paper.

After round after rounds, Price grew exhausted and when he came he fell untop you and fell unconscious from the tiring in and out of his cock into you.

You let out a soft sigh, feeling weak amd your hips sore, you looked down at him,, gazing at his face then held him close.

You thanked the gods that he was done, and you finally learned a lesson today..

[sexydoffyman]

Hi, I wanted to ask if you could do a male reader x cod where (Maybe Rudy, Price or Krüeger) find out reader is a virgin after they've been secretly pining for him for months but his been oblivious to their flirting

OBLIVIOUS

navigation

genre: smut

characters: John Price

A/N: Sorry for not posting for such a long time.

He was obsessed with you even before he found out. Your virginity was just a bonus point. He wanted to be the one. The one who you'd trust enough to take your virginity.

Some people would say you were too young for him. But that was exactly what he liked about you. You were always so energetic. You fuelled his tired life. Army was more of a routine for him than you. It was just another day for him. But you were always so fired up for a new mission.

He found it beautiful.

He wanted to be your guide. He had a lot more experience than you did. He wanted to show you how a real man is supposed to treat you since you were younger than him. He was flirting with you, mostly using physical touch. Still, he was being a gentleman about it.

You always thought of it as him trying to support you or be friendly. Him patting your back a little too low after a successful mission was not just a coincidence. He liked it when you rested your body against his while at the bar.

Not even mentioning you getting drunk was a great source of entertainment to him. You stayed in his office, not letting him get lonely when filling out the paperwork. (A/N: I had to resist making reader betray Price so hard.)

He knew he couldn't get more sexual since you never flirted back. He was very careful not to scare you or make you uncomfortable. He didn't want to lose you.

The others saw it very well. A slight hint from Soap was all it took to make you realize that he was, in fact, flirting with you. And god, you were bold. Making jokes left and right. You got more touchy eventually. Same with you getting drunk was an entertainment for him seeing him do "old people stuff" was your entertainment.

On cold nights, he held you close. He always chuckled at your confidence.

You sat next to him on a couch. He was looking over at some paperwork, and you were there to keep him company. He was distracted by his paperwork. On the other side, you were fully focused on his face, his movements. You eventually zoned out, which he has been waiting for.

He put his palm on your thigh, catching you off guard. You always thought how he'd act if he wanted to seduce you. You were dead wrong. Instead of being slow and patient, he was firm and passionate.

He pulled you closer to him. You were startled by his sudden act. He found it amusing how you were so confident just a second ago. He pulled your legs up on the couch and put them around his waist. You finally calmed down and even found his approach exciting.

He pushed you down onto the couch, using his body weight to pin you down. He slowly pulled your pants down. "I've longed to do this for such a long time." He whispered about all the things he was thinking of doing back then while performing all the unholy acts on you.

You looked so lovely when he pushed his length inside. You felt so tight on him. He grabbed your dick and toyed with it while ruthlessly fucking you into a mess.

It's your first time, after all. You won't be able to just stand up and go.

[fortheloveofkonig]

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 x Male reader, they know alot of medical like they use their knowledge of the human body against anyone whom threatens them (or people the care about). They aren't a medic are doctor parday but have extensive knowledge of the field that helps the team. Seem cold uncaring and ruthless but if anyone of them is injured its like a total switch of 'mom bear mode' checking them over the gentle hands and worry.

(Kinda of trope of don't mess with the doctor lol)

Summary: TF 141 reacts to Reader who knows a frightening amount of medical knowledge.

Note: I'm going to do this as more of a headcanons type of post ^^ hope this is good enough! ^^ I did 95% of this all in the last 2 hours

Content: Medical speak, Injuries, Slight Torture, Slightly Bad Medical Research, But I Did Research. Roach Talks.

Word Count: 1085

TF 141 x Knowledgeable in Medic Field M! Reader

Ghost

Probably first heard about your knowledge from Soap talking to him about how terrifying it is to see it come into play

Doesn't believe him.

You've always been good at what you do but have never shown any previous knowledge or interest in the medical field so, who can blame him?

There was also no way you could've went to medical school unless you were years above your usual education range

He finally sees it come into play when you two were 'interrogating' someone.

"If you're gonna stab, don't do it right there. Price said he needs to stay alive."

Ghost looks at you, annoyed. "I've stabbed many people and seen many people survive stab wounds of surrounding areas."

"In lower places of the abdomen and with quicker medical care, if you do it there" You point to where he had the knife, pointed at the tied up man's skin. "It could puncture an intestine and we will be fucked. If you want to stab, move the knife below the belly button...about right... right there. Do not remove the knife once it pierces through."

He did as you said, with questions, but still followed your lead.

From then on he watched everything you did, even noticing that you took care of some of the rookies that ended up with minor cuts and damage that wasn't enough to bother the medics with.

Needless to say, he also ended up coming to you for some patch ups, mostly when he wanted to keep his new damage a secret from Price.

He ended up finding it kind of hot during the interrogation thing so he often asked to do things like that with you again.

Soap

Honestly, probably figured out about your medical knowledge after he was being a dumbass with explosives and almost got hurt.

"Go change into some shorts and a tank top." Your voice was in a serious tone as you went to grab a nearby first aid kit.

"Already wanting to see me strip?"

You just glared at him until he actually left and did what was told.

Despite having only a few scratches, you still cleaned them up as best as you could.

You also went on a rant about it too, about how dumb he was

"Do you realize how dumb you are? What if you actually made a big explosion and a piece of shrapnel flew and hit one of the carotid arteries in your neck?

"My What?"

"Do you realize how fast you would've died? Why weren't you wearing any protective gear?"

"I'm pretty bad at forgetting protection."

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

That was not the last time you had to clean his wounds, he seems to be a magnet for them.

Asks you more about medical stuff, just to get an idea on how much you know.

You know a lot.

Unsure at this point if he hurts himself in new ways just to hear you yell at him for what dumb way he could've gotten himself killed this time.

Gaz

He falls out of helicopters a lot, that's the truth. What's one more time?

This time (and somehow not the last?) he ended up hurting his foot, you were there the whole time when it happened.

When the both of you were both safe in the safety of a van, you got him to put his leg up so you could check it.

"This is stupid" He mutters, "It's nothing more than it has been in the past."

"Shush, let me concentrate" You mutter feeling around his bootless ankle, nodding your head when you hear him hiss at a pointed touch.

"Any pain when you walk on it?"

"Possibly....yes."

"I'm gonna say it's a sprain for now but I think we should take you to the infirmary after we get back to base. Doesn't seem dislocated. Possible fracture though."

It was just a sprain

Was surprised when you spoke fluent...doctor to the doctor.

Honestly felt like a little kid in the doctor's office, watching his parent's converse with the Doctor telling them what was wrong.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Price

Always knew, almost nothing gets by him unnoticed

Was probably one of the reasons he wanted you on the task force.

He knows how soap and gaz the boys are

Has you teaching rookies how to probably put a tourniquet on.

"What the fuck are you doing? That's not how I taught you."

The rookie you were speaking to just looked down at the dummy that they were working on and the tourniquet, "It looks-"

"Terrible! He's still bleeding out! Retry it."

Definitely has to sit in on these sessions, some rookies have complained to him that you take it too far.

You always just use the excuse that if those were real people and not training dummies, they'd be at fault for letting them die.

He agrees with you.

The rookie looks over at Price.

"Get to it. He told you to retry it. The man is bleeding out."

Mostly just sits in because it's less complaints now that he is showing he agrees with you in front of everyone.

Roach

This fucker needs a friend that has medical knowledge

Much like Soap, it seems like he is a wound magnet

Was probably the first of the 141 that you had to go full protective, medical knowledge out and work on him.

Man's like a tank too, no matter what the day brings to him it seems he's just able to walk it off

You don't let him

"You're limping, sit down."

He just waves it off, "'m good."

"Like hell you are." You walk up to him and grab his wrist, dragging him to a nearby chair and pushing him onto it. "Stay or I'll have Ghost lay on you."

Does not stay.

You cannot get Ghost to lay on him.

You just end up pelting pillows at him until he joins into a pillow fight, and you both end up getting exhausted.

"I'll rest right here."

"Good."

Stubborn but still okay with medical help

Often comes to you with oddly specific questions.

"Hypothetically, if a car blew up in the near vicinity of where I was at, what is the possible health issues that could arise?"

"Well, burn marks obviously, depending on the distance it could be any degree. If it was enough to knock you over, then a possible concussion. Depending if you hit the ground and hard enough, possible broken or fractured bones. Not to even mention the possible pieces of metal and glass flying, and just blast trauma in general. Could cause damage to internal organs with enough force."

"Okay, so...hypothetically, if that happened, I should go to the infirmary?"

"Roach, were you next to a car when it blew up?"

"..."

"Gary???"

You immediately dragged him to the infirmary.

[boozenboze]

What That Tongue Do?

Tf 141 x Male reader

Summary: You have an unusually long tounge that could be used for “special” purposes

Requested by: @p1nk-barry

Side note- Your tongues length is comparable to eyeless jacks

Price

Isn't the biggest fan of your tongue

Is concerned for your health since your tongue could effect your breathing

Finds it funny that your tongue could wrap around his cigar and hold it in place

He thinks its unnatural, especially with the way the tip curves

He likes the feeling of your tongue going down his throat when you make out

Will probably tell you to tighten your tounges grip around his cock

Ghost

Finds it interesting and disturbing

He first got aroused by your tongue on one of the hotter days on the base

Dirty thoughts clouded his mind when he saw how your tongue wrapped around a popsicle

He wants you to treat his cock like you treat that popsicle

As if its the only thing you need to please you

Is amused that you could practically touch your forehead with the long muscle in your mouth

Gaz

Gets measuring tape to determine the length and width

Make sure to suck on his tongue when you make out

He needs it for....research purposes..?

He also is interested to see if it gets any longer

Likes it when you eat him out

The feeling of your tongue swirling and thrusting in and out of him makes him scream

He’d probably say it feels like your tongue is pulsing within him

Soap

*Scottish confusion*

Wonders if you had surgery to get your tongue the way it is

Likes to see if you can hold stuff with it

Strawberries, chopped pinapples, etc

He moans at the feeling of your tongue gliding across his thighs

Give his cock kitten licks before engulfing it with your tongue

Your tongue is like a weapon against him so use it to your advantage

[jimmy-j-james]

Price x venom male reader

Price finds reader on a mission and decides "You're coming home with me" and surprise adopts them, and at first the reader is not trusting price at all, lashes out a lot and overall acting like a scared animal, but price is patient and slowly the reader warms up to him and at some point he sticks to price like a cat and is protective of him

Please and thank you

PARASITE

- M!venom!reader x Price

- Proofread:

- Genre: Fluff

- Synopsis: On a lone mission, Price finds himself in a lab. Abandoned and dark, he’s unable to see the terrors that lurk, finding himself infected with some sort of parasite after mistaking it for a wounded animal.

- Warning: Partially descriptive gore(?)

- Do note that I do not own the venom concept, the marvel franchise does. I simply own this piece of work.

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“Hello?” John calls out, his voice echoing throughout the deserted building. His gun is raised idly as he walks, the light attached being his only form of sight in the generally pitch black building.

A few objects glow within the dark; buttons, screens, old lamps. All of which flickering or slowly draining of power. It’s eerie, of course, giving a chill down the man’s spine.

He swears something moves in the corner of his eye, but when he turns it’s nothing but a glowing button. Bright and tempting, one of the only buttons on the control panel that seems to work.

Slowly approaching, the Brit holds his finger over the switch, hesitant to see its reaction. With a deep sigh, he presses down. It clicks, and something within the area opens, followed by a strange squelching sound.

“Bloody hell..” he mumbles, shaking his head before going back to investigating. Something to his left crashes, and once his light shines towards that area he’s founded with something strange.

Within the darkness of a corner, there’s a strange shape. It appears breathing and alive, and John can’t help but take it for a scared animal. His expression softens, approaching the desk. “Poor lil’ lad,” he coos, relying on the strap of his gun to hold the firearm, he holds out his hand.

Shockingly enough, the slimy creature crawls into his hand. He hadn’t expected the creature to be so.. cold and wet. A pure black blob of nothing, though it seemed to be living. “The hell ‘re you..” he stays quiet, not wanting to startle the creature, though it seems to fail as it spikes up and rapidly moves.

John panics, immediately trying to brush off the hostile creature, only to shout out as it merges within his body. The moments are painful before all goes calm, panting and sweating from the exertion of the infection alone.

Panicked enough, he opts to leave the premises in a haste. “Laswell.. the fuck was wrong with that place?”

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A day passes, and John feels like he’s dying. Always hot and hungry and even paranoid. He feels insane the first time he hears it. A voice low and raspy, causing him to desperately search for the cause. There’s nothing when he looks, but he hears the voice again.

“Hungry.”

It’s demanding, losing patience clearly, though John can’t find the source. Instead, he fists into his hair, shaking his head and muttering curses to himself.

“What are you??” He calls out mindlessly, not expecting any reply from the voice he claimed to be an auditory hallucination.

“Not what, who.”

It replies, still seemingly irritated. John shakes his head once more, squeezing his eyes shut. “No.. no.. it- you’re not real.”

“I am (c/n).”

And then he sees it. That black liquid like form, taking shape of a head beside his own. It’s smiling, one of sadistic and cruel intents as it practically drools over the man.

“And I am hungry.”

The Brit is then shoved against the wall by an unknown source, groaning in pain as his head makes contact.

“You feed me, I will keep you alive.”

John can’t believe he’s seeing.. feeling this. Connected to the strange parasite, feeling it’s hunger, seeing its form.. it’s surreal.

“Mm- fuck- okay.. I’ll feed you.” He grunts, holding his head before the pain seemingly vanishes. He doesn’t bother questioning it, making his move to the bases kitchen.

He’s thankful it’s late, opening the fridge and illuminating the dark area with the cool light. “The hell do you eat anyways…?” He mutters more to himself then the creature.

A slimy tentacle of sorts appears, reaching into the fridge, tossing things around before spotting it’s prize. A simple chocolate bar, marked with a sticky note reading ‘Gaz’ do not eat’. However, the creature ignores the note and happily holds onto the candy.

“That’s not yours, you can’t take that.” Price lectures, trying to take it from the symbiote.

‘Mine.’

It snarls, smacking at the host before carelessly throwing it into it’s large mouth.

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Their hostility continues throughout the next few weeks. The parasite threatening and taking while John can only scold it for it’s careless behaviour. Their bond is pure rivalry, but something further underlies beneath.

John feeds the creature, and in return he’s kept alive and safe. It almost feels like having cat. The same ignorant sense until it wants something.. he’s never been much a fan of cats, but a symbiote? He’d have to deal with it..

It wasn’t until their first mission together that things grew more serious. Price had been shot in the shoulder, and based off the looks of it, it wouldn’t be likely he lived.

Of course, unknowingly to him, the symbiote worked to heal his body. The bullet dropped loose from his skin, the area quickly healing over.. he thought it was the effects of an upcoming death. Of course, his thoughts changed when he noticed that familiar black inky texture cover his arms.

It slowly travelled, working to shield his whole body before (c/n) was in full control. The symbiote was beyond pissed. How dare they hurt his human.

There wasn’t much John could see or hear throughout the chaos and protection of (c/n), though he was able to make out the faint screams and shouts of pain and terror.

He could make out the sound of someone choking out on their own blood, sobbing and begging for help through the gurgled cries. The tearing of flesh that followed with a scream, a metallic smell growing overwhelming as it continued.

There were pleas and gunshots, though John was never injured by these as he relied on the symbiote. Of course, the creature let it’s rage freely flow.

No mercy shared between the enemy soldiers as he ripped and tossed those who dare tried to harm his John. He fed of their terror and flesh, drinking their blood and basking in the screams. There was no stopping him as he continued his massacre.

It wasn’t until everything was silent.. all enemies dead, none left untouched. The 141 circled around the beast, their guns aimed and ready if any threat showed. But.. nothing was done as the symbiote respectfully retreated back into the comfort of John’s own skin, leaving the male to his own petrified team.

“I can explain?”

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“You can explain?” Laswell argues, pacing back and forth as John sits in a chair at the end of the table. “John, how do you expect we explain an alien creature using you as some.. host, to do God knows what!?”

“He hasn’t hurt anyone!” He argues, earning a glare from the woman.

“It absolutely did! Did you not see what that thing did on the field? What happens if it targets us next, John?” She continues, staring down at the man, brows furrowed in a look of stress.

“She does not like me?”

John groans, holding his head in his hands. “That’s not true.. she’s just confused…” he mumbles, having not expected for the woman to hear.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Laswell scowls, eyeing the male with a look of anger.

“It- he talks to me.. he doesn’t want to hurt anyone.” John informs, feeling stupid, considering it was unlikely she’d believe anything he said.

“And you’re just going to trust this thing?”

“He saved my life, Kate. Why else would he do that?”

“It just needs a host.” She grunts, taking a seat of her own.

John sends a glare of his own, “He could take any host he possibly wants!”

“I do not want a different host. You are mine.”

“He um..” he pauses, unsure if he should tell the woman “he said he doesn’t want another host.. just wants me.”

Laswell sighs, calming herself before looking John in the eyes. “And how do we know we can trust him?”

“I have been good! I helped!”

“He helped us on field. He saved me, and no one on our team was injured by him.” The captain informs, speaking out for the symbiote.

Kate pauses, sitting silently as she thinks it’s over. “Fine.. we’ll keep it on the down low. And- just keep the damn thing under control?”

“I like her! Feisty!”

John rolls his eyes, though a smile tugs at his lips “He appreciates it. Thank you, Kate.”

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[rodolfoparras]

Ough old man price with a probelmatically young s/o who lowkey is obsessed with him. Like, reader literally brightens up at the sight of Price and has probably left in the middle of multiple conversations just to hang out with him.

Like maybe reader is also easy to get jealous and needs price to comfort them and it delves into soft smut as Price rides reader to prove that no one else can get him hard like reader can 😳😳

(can i be 🖼 anon?)

Hello sugar of course you can be 🖼️ anon🫶🏻 and I really really really liked this idea and not bc I have daddy issues or anything also I love doing these spitballs bc I will write them in one short sitting and I never know the direction they’ll take so this is Price and troublemaker reader before they got together

Thinking about Price being known as the captain to pick up strays, always willing to give everyone a second chance, even those that have been deemed the worst, someone very much like you.

No one really knows the reasons as to why you’ve been kicked out of so many squads, all Price knows is that he isn’t having any of it.

He sees potential in you, knows you can make a great soldier, wants you to prove yourself to him and of course you do so. You went from being called the soldier that always get kicked out to being called Price’s boy. However off the field you are an absolute menace, riling everyone up on base til they’re hot on your heal lunging for your neck while you’re doing your best to escape them.

Price had heard some whispers here and there but not thinking they were anything serious he choose to brush them off especially when he couldn’t see any trace of that behavior when he was around. However he’s in for a harsh wake up call when you stir the pot so much he’s called in for an emergency disciplinary meeting, with you sitting next to him looking like a kicked puppy, and as soon as you’re out of the room, you’re hot on his heels apologizing, and promising to never cause such mess again but he won’t speak to you. This goes on for days where Price won’t speak to you, and only giving you looks of disapproval when you try to approach him.

It eats and eats and eats at you until you no longer can take it and decide to speak to 141 about it, trying to find a way to apologize to him. Even though they give you greats tips and tricks on how to soften the harsh exterior he’s put up, bottom line is that you have to learn from the mess you’ve made.

The words sit like a rock in your shoe especially when Price starts spending more time with the new recruit. Sure it is to mentor him, he is new after all but you can almost visibly see yourself being replaced.

“Price’s boy is being replaced” a soldier jokingly says while patting you on the back.

In an attempt to drown your sorrows you drive to the nearest pub on base, only to drink yourself halfway to death and having to rely on the older man drive you back to base. He’s absolutely furious behind the wheel, brows pinched together and spit flying from the harsh words he’s speaking. “Are you out of your mind, boy?? What were you thinking, getting drunk and acting this way?!”

It’s then the floodgates finally open and you find yourself sobbing in the passenger seat telling him how you’re so sorry for acting this way, for embarrassing him like this, to please not be mad at you, to please not replace you with the new recruit.

And Price is taken by surprise quickly stopping the car to the side and gently grabbing you by the shoulder tone ever so soft as he tries to calm you down.

“Hey hey easy easy” he says as he caresses your cheek “deep breathes there we go, good boy” he says still caressing your face “better?” He asks and you just nod your head sobs reduced into sniffles “good let’s take you home yeah?” He says giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze and once again you nod, unable to actually muster up words to respond to him.

He quickly drives you back to base, coaxes you into taking a shower that manages to sober you up and brings you a small snack before he sits down next to you on bed.

“Earlier,” he says swallowing roughly, “you said something about replacing you? What did you mean by that?”

You just shrug in response, feeling too embarrassed to share your thoughts.

“Speak, boy” he says and just the use of the word, the one you haven’t heard him use in so long has you singing like a bird for him “I guess, I guess I just thought you’d kick me out, that you finally had enough of my shit and-“

“That I’d replace you with someone else?” He says, meeting your gaze beneath long black lashes.

You just nod your head before you look away.

“Hey, talk to me, why did you think I was replacing you with the new recruit?”

“Because you wouldn’t patrol with me anymore, you asked soap if he could sparr with me instead and..” you continue stating reasons while flailing your arms in the air, feeling sadness bubbling up in your gut once again along with the alcohol you stomached in one day.

“Sounds like you were jealous” he says in a playful tone, trying to ease the mood while chuckling at his own comment.

However you don’t laugh along with him swallowing nervously while glancing back at him.

“You were jealous?” He says again, voice now low and sounding much more serious.

“Maybe” you croak out and shrug your shoulders watching his eyes widen in surprise before his gaze flicks between your eyes and lips.

Spitball w/ me?

[saturncodedstarlette]

Captain Price, gently caresses their face with so much affection :

Captain Price : I love you, and if anyone touches you I’ll kill them.

Y/N, lays on his chest : Aw, that’s sweet, but you don’t really mean ki—

Captain Price, grabs their chin to look at him :

Captain Price : I will decimate them, wipe their souls from existence, crush their beating hearts into dust, snap their spines into straws to slurp up their wails of pain, I will disintegrate them, I will dissolve them until they rot in a puddle of useless ooze.

Y/N : . . .

Y/N, lowkey turned on :

Y/N : I’m scared, but also oddly touched.

Captain Price, just kisses their forehead : 😚💋

Bonus

[mangowafflesss]

141 with a mommas boy reader amab!reader who LOVES his mom and his dads is a total deadbeat but his mom is a SWEETHEART but like say after a Christmas break all the boys are coming back to base and reader is just holding gifts for all of them and he just has to explain that he told his mother about his amazing teammates and she just ‘had’ to get something for them, if reader says anything about a food one of the boys like to his mom next time he goes on leave he’s coming back with that food cause his mom is sweet and just had to make it (:

My actual favourite one

- <3

This is so cute and I love it so much!

CHRISTMAS

You gathered around the tree to open presents with your family, you had opened all of yours and when everyone else was done you picked up another box to see who it was for seeing as there were four left.

"Who's John?" you asked your mother and she jumps out of her seat and came over to you "That's for your Captain!"

"Why?"

"After I heard what you told me about them I had to get them something! And because they look out for my baby" She coos pinching your cheeks with her dainty fingers.

AFTER CHRISTMAS | BACK AT BASE

You carried your bag along with another one filled with the presents your mother had got the others. You opened the door to your shared dorm and saw Gaz and Soap already there talking.

"Hey guys"

"Look who's back! How's your mum?" Soap asked giving you a hug and pat on the back. You let go and did the same to Gaz and then slid the bag off your shoulder chucking it towards the two men.

"She's good, there's some uh... presents from her in there" you say scratching the back of your neck.

They rummaged through the bag and picked out the gifts with their names written on in your mothers handwriting.

"Damn paw patrol paper, nice" Gaz says admiring it for a second before ripping it off eagerly.

"I've got a princess... how did she know Merida was my favourite?"

"Because you're Scottish you dick" Gaz laughs and you smirk to yourself.

"Yeah she thought it would be funny, she's like that"

The light in their eyes brighten as they see the gifts your mother got for them, you were intrigued seeing as you have no idea what she got for them.

Gaz yells out and Soap gasps “HOW DID SHE KNOW WHAT WE LIKED?!” They both say and you just stand there with a smile “I told her about you guys and what you like, didn’t know she would actually go out and buy you something” you shrug and then get attacked by them both “Where’s your phone, we need to say thanks”

After you’re done with that you take the last two presents to Ghost and Price who were talking in Prices office. You knock and enter when told and place the boxes on the desk.

“They’re from my mum, don’t worry they’re not bombs” I don’t think

They pick the boxes up from the table reluctantly especially Ghost and open them with care unlike the others.

“That’s very thoughtful of her, tell her I say thanks” Price says as he places the gift onto his desk with pride.

Ghost seemed…happy? You couldn’t really tell but who cares you didn’t buy them so it didn’t matter to you. Your mother though, probably.

“Same here” he gives you a nod and you give him one back. He most definitely likes it.

Your mother was so please to hear the many thanks coming from your teammates when you called to talk to her.

“Don’t get killed sweetheart, I love you. Oh and when you’re off again make sure to invite them over I want to see my boys friends”

[the-whispers-of-death]

Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

John Price who almost bursts into tears when he hears Grumpy!Reader's kid call him "Dad". It has been a year or two since you two started dating and he's really ingrained himself into your family. He loves your kid as if it's his kid, and he swears that one day, they will be his kid.

If your kid's a teenager, then them calling him "Dad" is most likely in a teasing, exasperated manner. They were just leaving the house to go to the park with their friends and they had said goodbye to John. He calls out to them to be safe and they respond, "Yeah, yeah. I'll be safe! Bye, Dad!" And they don't miss a beat after saying it, opening the front door and leaving the house.

And John's just left there, standing wherever he is, wondering if he heard it correctly. Even if it had been in a teasing manner, the man is on cloud nine. He got called "Dad" by the very kid he loves and thinks of as his own. He's Dad now, he'll only ever respond to it when talking with your kid.

If your kid is younger, then it's mostly genuine when they call him "Dad". John's in the kitchen, making them whatever lunch they want. It's a Saturday afternoon and you just went out to get groceries for the upcoming week, a common occurrence on a Saturday. Maybe he's making them dinosaur chicken nuggets or a sandwich, whatever it is, he plates it on the table.

"Here you go, kid," he says, watching with a fond smile as your kid lights up with happiness. A deep rumble of contentment is heard from his chest. "Eat up."

They do so happily, taking a bite of the food. "Thanks, Dad!" they reply, shoving food into their mouth.

He's taken aback, shocked by it all. He had never thought they'd call him "Dad", but it feels so right. And he's ecstatic for the rest of the day, unable to shake off the bright grin on his face. He happily spends the rest of the day doing whatever your kid wants, his heart soaring with happiness whenever they call him "Dad'.

That night, no matter which type of kid you have, John's laying beside you in bed, you fast asleep. And he's on his phone with his brightness turned down, looking at engagement rings. Because he's going to get married to you, officially be in this family. He's not letting you or your kid go, you're both his now.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

[killmeprettypleasee]

Could I get fluff of Price and male reader. Where male reader is having a bad day and just needs his loving husband Price.

Please and thank you <33

COME LAY WITH ME.

WARNING: PURE FLUFF, established relationships, age gap if you want, pet names.

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You walked into the house you shared with your husband Price, Scanning around if you see him then a heavy sigh left your lips.

"Fuck.."

You whispered beneath your breath.

You had a shitty day in your office, Your co-workers asking you if you could fill up their paper, and your boss asking if you could visit other companies to make some deals, aswell as getting your colleagues to stop arguing every 5 minutes.

It was shitty and wished you could just stay home all year.

When you got into your shared bedroom you noticed John laying there, seems to be waiting for you.

"Sweetheart.. you're back"

John spoke out with a little smile on his face, you shot him a small smile back before taking your shoes off to flop down beside him.

John pulled you close to embrace your form and you slowly wrapped your hands around his waist.

"Hows your day, bunny?"

"same like always.."

"Let me guess,, shitty?"

You just nodded and nuzzled close to him.

"My poor baby boy, you look so tired, do you want anything my sweet boy?"

He asked softly, caressing your hair while giving your cheeks loving kisses.

"I want you John.."

This made Price chuckle out softly under his breath and pulling you in for a deep kiss. "You want what hun?" He asked out, trying to tease you.

This made you groan in slight annoyance. "Sorry, sorry.." John chuckled out.

"Fuck you John.. your lucky i love you alot" This made him smile, holding you closer,, not wanting to let you go.

"Lets just rest.. okay baby?" You just nodded before closing your eyes and slept on the bed woth your loving husband..

[lazycats-stuff]

hallo! hope ur having a good day/night

if you don't mind me requesting, price from cod x civilian male reader (probably in his late 40s/early 50s) who just have the mom energy in him with his knitted cardigan like he always cook food for john (or the whole whenever they visit) and always fussing about his husband's well being

Of course I don't mind! Everyone loves the mom energy.

Summary: (Y/N) Price is the civilian husband of John Price. He worried about the team and his husband.

Warnings: Fluff, worried reader, the other 3 are the kids, injuries, mom energy.

(Y/N) Price was in the house he shared with his husband John. John in a military man, a leader of 141 Task Force, a force tasked with weeding out terrorists all around the globe. They have been together for a long time, even before John got into the army. They got married a little after gay marriage was legal in the UK.

There wasn't really a ceremony, just Price and him signing documents and then later celebrated with their families. John was the one who was always saying that he got lucky with (Y/N). Price has seen a lot of bloodshed, a lot of killings and he always separated his job and home life.

He never brought his job home. That was one of the promises that he promised to (Y/N) when he enlisted. (Y/N) didn't know what to think, but knew that it was to protect him from all the horrors and violence he faced.

And that meant that John's teammates didn't know he was married. They find out one day when they got back from a grueling mission and (Y/N) was waiting for his husband, just ready to pick him up and help him rest.

The rest of the team watched in silence as the two man embraced and then kissed. It wasn't until Soap broke the silence and John introduced his husband to his teammates. He knew they wouldn't judge his sexuality, but was kind of worried about (Y/N) hugging Ghost.

(Y/N) was a person who greeted everyone with a hug, but with Ghost, he must have sensed something and just greeted him with a handshake. Price had excused them both and they left the base, going to their cozy home.

Afterwards, there were visits from the team and somehow, they all got cards for their birthdays and cookies sent through John. Even Ghost got one for his birthday, but (Y/N) doesn't send him one on Christmas.

(Y/N) looked up from his knitting when he heard the door unlocking. (Y/N) was confused when he saw John and the team walking in. He stood up, setting aside his knitting needles.

" What's going on? " (Y/N) asked, confused. They are supposed to be on a mission.

And they supposed to come back in a few days.

" We needed a place to stay. We ran into a problem on the mission. And I know that pro- " John started, but (Y/N) cut him off.

" Hang on. Is anyone injured? I have first aid kit in the bathroom. " (Y/N) asked, looking at the other men.

" Everybody just got scratches and bruises. " Price tried to explain, but (Y/N) could see that Price was lying.

" John, I know you since we were kids. I know that you are hiding something from me. " (Y/N) said, crossing his arms.

" Okay, well, I kind of got shot- "

" What?! Are you okay?! " (Y/N) said, moving closer to his husband.

" I'm fine, we patched it up. " John tried to ease the worries of his husband, but (Y/N) wasn't having it.

" Everyone, make yourselves comfortable while I make sure my husband is okay. " (Y/N) said, dragging his husband to the bathroom.

" (Y/N)- "

" John, show me. " (Y/N) demanded, crossing his arms.

" (Y/N), I'm fine, we patched it up. " John said, cupping (Y/N)'s face.

" I don't care, show me. " (Y/N) said and John sighed.

He started removing the tactical gear and (Y/N) watched him. When John took his shirt off and (Y/N) saw bandages on his chest. He moved closer to it and gently touched it.

" Does it hurt? " (Y/N) asked, looking at Price's face.

" No love, it doesn't. " Price said softly, hugging his husband. (Y/N) sighed, trying not worry now. John is fine.

" Alright. But still. Tell me when you are injured. " (Y/N) said, giving Price a kiss.

" I just don't want to worry you. " John said, holding (Y/N)'s hands.

" John, you always worry me when you are away. But when you are here, I want to know what is wrong. And also, I know you since we were kids and we have been together for a long time. " (Y/N) said softly.

Price just nodded and kissed his husband once more.

" Now, put your shirt on. I have to check on your 3 sons. " (Y/N) said, making Price sigh. " They are not my sons. " Price retorted.

" Yeah, sure. " (Y/N) said, making Price sigh once more.

" Alright kids, " (Y/N) said, walking back into the living room. The trio turned their heads to watch what (Y/N) was saying. " Is anyone hungry? "

Everyone nodded their heads and (Y/N) chuckled. Of course they were.

" Does anybody have any suggestions? " (Y/N) asked, moving to the kitchen.

" Anything. We haven't been eating anything fulfilling. " Soap said from the couch.

" Alright then. Give me an hour to make something nice. "

Price smiled sadly, walking up from behind to hug his husband from behind.

" I'm sorry for bringing work home. " Price whispered into (Y/N)'s ear.

" It was an emergency. I get it. And besides, I can defend myself. You made sure of that. " (Y/N) said, taking stuff out of the fridge.

" I know, but still. I promised you that. Also, is that a new cardigan? " John asked his husband feeling the soft cardigan.

" Yup. I am in the process of making you a matching one. " (Y/N) said, turning his head to kiss his husband.

" I love you. " John whispered into his ear.

" I love you too John. "

[hvman-scvm]

Lazy mornings w John price <33

Waking up with his head on your chest, snoring soundly as you softly scratch his scalp 4 him. Mdkxmkssjsjs waking him up w a soft call of his name and he stirs a bit b4 pulling you closer and mumbling a small “mornin’, dove.”

He’s the perfect thing 2 have in your bed on winter mornings bcuz he’s just so fucking warm ???? He’s like a walking heater and you shld def use tht 2 your advantage

Also little spoon bcuz I say so. Sometimes he needs some loving and 2 let his guard down, okay ? :(

[boozenboze]

Its A Scream Baby!

(Halloween Special)

Tf!141 x GhostFace!Male reader

Summary: It’s been a few weeks since C/n’s arrival to the base. Something about him is just odd, and a few twisted events lead to a certain discovery.

Females DNI

A few weeks had passed since the new guy had come in, and hell has he already made a name for himself. He was charming, mysterious, cunning, hell he was everything anyone could ask for. From day one, other sergeants, Gaz and Soap included, went out of their way to talk to him. Their reasoning to get close to the man was different though.

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“Never trust the new guy”, pretty suspect for someone to say when its their first day on the base. Hell its weird to say in general, especially to others.

It’s quite clear that Gaz and Soap felt a bit uneasy after their first encounter, especially when theres an odd feeling that they met the guy somewhere before. Neither of them knew what it was, but maybe it was the way the male carried himself. There was also a brief amount of familiarity when Gaz stared into the same pair of e/c eyes he had saw at the bar that night.

He relayed it to Soap that this may be the same guy from that night, the night where that woman was murdered, and SCREAM got away. It wasn’t clear from the beginning what the man wanted, but from the targeted attacks on the politicians and then that woman. It was obvious the guy was targeting people with a purpose.

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Today was going normal, soldiers being deployed, rookies being trained, and some being lazy pieces of shit. A soldier could be seen talking to one of the other sergeants, both of them smirking and laughing together until he said his goodbyes.

He made his way back to his barracks, which was at the end of long hallway. Some of the lights hadn’t been working properly, and maintenance hadn’t been able to come on base due to some bullshit reason. The sergeants footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, and when he was halfway down he turned around.

It was odd, despite knowing that he was safe within the base, he had an odd feeling he was being followed. There was no one there, but it felt like the atmosphere was changing. The walls felt as if they were closing in, so he decided to keep walking. Sweat trickled down his forehead, the feeling not going away at all. It felt like the halls had gotten much longer.

He let out a startled noise when the lights went out. He looked around frantically, heart now pounded in his chest. He looked behind him and saw nothing again. Well. That was until the lights came back on. It was a fairly tall person, staring back at him with a….ghost mask?

“H-hey man, very funny.” The startled soldier said, looking at the other figure at the end of the hall. The tension only thickened when there was no response. They just stood there, and from what it looked like this wasn’t even a soldier due to the lack of tactical gear they had on. The soldier’s fear diminished, annoyance now replacing it as he huffed.

“Ok asshole! Your not funny!” The soldier yelled again, still not getting a response.

“Whatever..” The soldier said, turning around to keep walking. Maybe he was scared for nothing, this was just some asshole in a costume trying to scare people. The lights flickered again, making the sergeant turn around again. The figure was still there, only this time he was way closer. With a groan of obvious, aggravation, and a bit of aggression he yelled out again.

“Ok ya piece of shit, ya wanna go!?” The sergeant yelled out, voice echoing through the hall. “Come on! You can do shit like this so why don’t we-“

He stopped speaking, a flash of silver showing in the figures hand. It was a knife, more specifically a hunting knife. He looked at the figure, eyes widened as he stared back. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the opposing masked individual.

“Don’t try anything, I have a gun.” The man spoke, trying to stay confident in the situation. His grip on the weapon tightened when the masked male began approaching him. The hooded robe with the faux tatters made the masked man much more intimidating, making the sergeant back away.

“S-stop it, I-i’ll shoot you!” The sergeant yelled, backing up despite having the clear upperhand. He shrieked when the figure ran at him, he let off a few rounds, missing each one of them. A thud was heard as his body hit the ground, the masked figure having tackled him. His attacker was now seated in his lap, looking down at him. He tilted his head, looking down at the frightened soldier beneath him.

“Whats wrong soldier, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” A distorted, and robotic voice spoke. The sergeant tensed up, watching the man above him twirl his knife with ease between his fingers.

He brought the knife to his face, dragging it along the skin of the other soldier’s face. The cool metal of the knife made the soldier whimper, fear in his eyes as he looked up at the man.

“D-don’t, h-hurt me.” The sergeant stuttered, feeling the knife travel down from his face o his neck, making his breath hitch.

“Oh you don’t even have to worry about that, the pain will be over quite fast.” The masked man spoke again, pulling out a small Polaroid camera. The soldier beneath him furrowed his brows in confusion, though it was quickly replaced with one of pain as the knife pierced into his stomach. His glasses flew off his face as he flailed beneath the man who was stabbing him repeatedly.

“AGGh!-“ The man screamed, spazzing under the masked man whose hand was still on the knife, the other holding the camera. He yanked the knife out, stabbing the soldier again, and again, and again, and again, in different spots. Blood was now painting the floor, and the soldier looked as if he was already of the brink of death.

He choked on his blood, the thick substance bubbling from his throat. He coughed, in attempts not to choke on his own blood.

“W-why…” His voice croaked, looking at the masked man who was now standing above him. He glued his eyes shut when a sudden white flash met his gaze. His attacker having taken a picture of him in his dying state.

“You guys really think your that sneaky eh?” The masked man spoke, mockery in his tone. The dying soldier looked confused, wondering what the man was on about. The look on his face when his tag was pulled out. The card that had all the information he and a few other spies had.

“I rest my case.” The distorted voice said, pocketing the tag again. He then took his knife out again, stabbing the now identified spy. With one foul slash, he cut the man’s throat wide open.

He stared at his work, not very satisfied in what he wad done. He hadn’t gone far enough in his eyes.

———-

“How the hell did this happen.” Soap asked, pacing around the room, wondering why a soldier was suddenly brutally attacked. Better yet, how did the security cameras not capture the footage of the bastard who had done it. To make matters worse, pictures of the attack had been left behind by the attacker.

It was so sick, the mans guts having been splayed all over the hallway near the barracks. Images of the mans facial expressions when he was being stabbed, and to top it off a smile had been carved into the soldiers face.

Gaz and Price were examining the photos, several of them having been left behind. Some of them were blurry, having not developed properly after the photo was taken. There was one thing that caught Gaz’s attention. The sergeant that had been attacked was wearing glasses, and the reflection of a certain man was shown.

Price looked at Gaz, who seemed to have froze immediately after looking at the photo.

“Something wrong there sergeant?” Price asked, leaning over to look at the photo himself. He was confused, not entirely sure what Gaz seemed to he staring at…..That was until the brown skinned man put the photo closer to his face. Now he could see why he got so tense.

“SCREAM…” Price spoke, catching Ghost and Soap’s attention. Both men approached the table, Ghost taking the photo and looking at it himself.

“Bloody fucking hell.” Ghost spoke, Manchester accent more rough than before. The Scottish man heard enough, wanting to get ro the bottom of this. Everything was fine these last few weeks, nothing like this had ever occurred before. So why, why, and who was doing this, and more importantly for what?

“This makes zero sense…how the hell could he have gotten here!” Soap yelled, angry and confused at the situation. His emotions were valid though, how did SCREAM end up on base? How did he vet in without being detected? None of it made sense, and what made it worse was that this attack also seemed targeted. Example being before when that woman and those politicians were killed.

Nobody came to mind, not to any of them. This was really a pure mystery of who SCREAM really was. It can’t be any of the other sergeants, reason being none of them seemed to held ill intention towards others. It couldn’t be any of them….duh. It couldn’t be c/n-

Soap’s thoughts stopped. The e/c eyed males code name now engraved in his head.

“Never trust the new guy…” Soap murmured, making Gaz snap his head in his direction.

“What’d you just say?” Gaz questioned, brows furrowing, needing reassurance that Soap really said what he did. Price and Ghost looked at each other, before looking back at Soap.

“Sergeant, do you know something…?” Ghost questioned, intimidating figure towering over everyone in the room. Soap sighed, looking back at the pictures.

“I think I know who our guy is.”

——Timeskip: Two Days——

C/n was walking down the hallway, tactical gear in place as he began to approach the doors to the training area. He bumped into someone, another soldier. They seemed annoyed and decided to shove him back, telling him to watch it before he kept walking.

The e/c eyes male stared him down, examining him as he walked away. He noticed a similar tag dangling from the soldiers pants, making him follow behind him.

The soldier didn’t notice the male at first until he was near two doors. One leading to the armory room and the other being a closet for old equipment. He yelped when he was suddenly shoved into one of the rooms. He swung at the attacker, hitting them square in face on their cheek.

His breath hitched when a knife plunging into the side of his neck. He choked on his own blood, a nasty gurgling noise being heard as he did. C/n glared at the man, watching his body go slump against the wall while holding his neck.

“You really need to watch where you keep these lyin around.” C/n spoke, holding the card up in the soldiers face who was now dead. He took a deep breath, relieved that he would be the reason that intel wouldn’t be getting to anyone outside the base.

He began to walk back to his room, opening the door and shutting it behind him. He took off his gear, putting it in its respective spot. He had a slight bruise forming around his cheek, but it wasn’t very painful either. He walked into his bathroom and began to wash them, getting the blood from underneath his fingertips out before rinsing with water.

He was about to leave, until the closet where he keeps all his towels and other necessities opened. An ominous creaking noise being made due to the hinges being a bit rusty. He squinted, eyes widening when someone stumbled out.

“Agh fuck-!” The intruder yelped, almost tripping over their own feet. It was….Soap..?

What the hell is he doing in his room?

“C/n…we need to talk.” Soap said, holding a hand out to make it known he wasn’t here to hurt him. C/n backed up going back into the main part of his room, he turned around to see Price standing near his nightstand next to his bed, arms crossed with his brows furrowed.

“Ok seriously what the fuck is this.” C/n said, looking around frantically. He always had his door locked, so they must’ve pick-locked it or something. C/n went to grab one of his daggers that were in his pocket, only for Gaz to pop up behind him and grab his wrist.

He snatched his wrist away, his dagger falling out his pocket. He decided to get to the door, opening and about to run out. Too bad he ran into a wall, looking up to see Ghost staring down at him.

The h/c haired male felt his soul leave his body in that moment. Sure he was strong, but he was practically cornered at this point. He backed away, eyes darting around to different parts of the room. He bumped into Price, his back hitting his front while Ghost pressed himself against him. Gaz came in on his right while Soap was to his left.

“We’re gonna have a talk….a long one.” Price spoke, breath hitting the back of C/n’s ear. “SCREAM.” Price tossed the males mask to the side, the ghostface mask staring back at them all.

They had him boxed in……..literally. Four big guys surrounding this mischievous killer on the base.

He’s fucked

(Literally and Figuratively)

(A/n- Happy Halloween bitches🧫🧙‍♀️🧟‍♂️🧟‍♂️💀)

[hytkskai738382]

*141 brincando de marry , matar ou foder*

M! reader:let's go by logic, let's kill ghost

soap:THAT IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON

gaz: *laughing*

m! reader:only if it's for you 🙄

m! reader: I'm going to marry könig because he's the cutest teddy bear in the world

*shy konig*

soap: hum🙄

m! reader:and I'm going to fuck the captain because I think it must be good

gaz: ee...😦

price:...*shocked*

ghost and Alejandro: WHAT?