#cod mw

[gothghostiie]

price with reader who never got much attention as a kid/growing up??

very self indulgent but hear me out. price is a lover man. he takes his time for his partners, gives them what they need, even if he's busy. you on the other hand are simply used to being put aside, people only listening to you half heartedly, not looking at you and getting distracted when you talk, other things were always more important than you and you felt that. you got used to it, it's normal to you.

but when you're with price he's the total opposite. he looks at you intently when you talk (if not hes leaning his head towards you so he hears you better), putting things down when you ask him something - hes attentive. he listens. and its absolutely strange to you, it makes you feel flustered, kinda watched. at some point you ask him why hes looking at you like that, the tv running in the backround. he furrows his eyebrows at you, with a confused chuckle. "what do you mean, love?"

"you're starin' at me." you accuse him, your cheeks getting hot.

"you're talkin' to me. where else would I be looking?" he jokes with a soft chuckle, wondering what the hell you're on about.

"your show's on." you say, gesturing to the tv. he looks at you like youve got three heads.

"I'm listening to you, love."

[gomzdrawfr]

Fishing trip!

[platonic version]

[bubuslutty]

fluff, fluffy, sweet sugary fluff!!!

thinking abt how 141 will accompany their captain and his wife on a family outing with their little girl who's a year old.

they go to a shopping mall, that has a trampoline park inside, and end up getting themselves tickets for the toddler session in the morning.

it's sort of funny, four massive military dudes sitting down and changing their socks into trampoline appropriate socks and wearing their little wristbands with a tiny bundle of joy already excited to go join the party inside.

John's wife doesn't feel like jumping so she picks a table and sits, the men leaving their shoes and things with her. Before going in, John hands his little one to Simon to hold while he goes and gets his missus a drink and whatever slice of cake she wants to have in the meantime. When she's all set, he kisses her and goes back to his men.

They get checked in by an employee who asks them to show their wristbands and socks and says hello when he sees John's little one, already giggling and clapping, kicking her legs.

It's pretty noisy, the music they're playing on the speakers is loud, not obnoxiously so, and there's a parent with every single toddler in sight. It's adorable, how many little ones try to jump and bounce and end up falling.

John decides to put his darling down and see where her tiny legs take her, she immediately starts to waddle, holding onto the edges of some higher, flat, platforms, trying to bounce but when she can't seem to do it she looks for her daddy and calls, "Dada !"

Gaz laughs, "She wants your help, go on."

And John bends down and holds her little hands in his, using his knees to make the trampoline go up and down, not too much, she's too tiny and may fly away if he does it too hard.

That's how the rest of the 1h session goes, they follow her like hawks, actively circling her in such a strategic manner that no rogue adult accidentally jumps on her. They take their job very seriously, and it looks like even other parents have noticed as well. Some mums smile at them, while others when they accidentally bump into them when backing away say, "I'm so so-- Wow, you're huge!"

The trampoline park even has two basketball areas, which are empty, and so the boys take advantage of the fact and goes to throw in some hoops, and it takes nothing for everyone to get competitive. Which they're busy competing against each other, John takes his baby back to where mum is and gives her a drink to hydrate her a little bit, she was bouncing and bouncing and running a mock after all.

Meanwhile, the boys move to a place called airbags. It's a high platform with stairs on the side, right below it there's trampolines and a massive airbag where you land. It's empty, so it's safe for them to go with no fear of accidentally stepping or jumping on a little one.

There's three trampolines lined one next to the other, so they each take one, jumping at the same time. Johnny somehow manages to do a backflip and lands on his belly, Kyle a front flip and Simon just lands flat on his back. They laugh and go up the stairs again, this time Johnny looks at Simon and glances at Kyle, whatever silent communication happened between them went right over Gaz's head. So they both grab him and throw him into the airbags and he lands with a scream, "Oh, fuck off!"

Johnny laughs his ass off until he has to escape Simon's arms wrapped around his waist, trying to throw him over, "Oi, no !"

Johnny doesn't want to full on wrestle his friend up in a trampoline park full of babies so he allows the giant of a man to lift him, spin him and chuck him in the airbag, sinking down down until he has to make his way out on all fours.

John comes back with his baby and they keep playing with her until she gets tired, and eventually their 1h session ends and they have to make their way out of the trampoline park. John's missus is laughing at them, because they're sweaty and looked like they had way more fun than their baby. They all plop down on the chairs to drink water and dry themselves with some tissues, change their socks and wear their shoes back on.

John's little one is tucked in her pram, little belly rising up and down as she sleeps with her little hands balled up into fists. John gives her a little kiss on the head and kisses his wife right after, thanking her for giving him this, for giving him everything he ever wanted. It's sappy but true.

When they're ready to leave, John pushes the pram out of the park, his wife locking one arm with his and the other with Kyle as he talks to her about some series they both like.

Simon walks on the other side, his shoulders sometimes brushing against his Captain's when he peers down and check if the baby is still asleep, and it makes John warm everytime.

[tame-the-lion-writes]

A thought: Soap starting a pillow fight with Gaz, accidentally hitting Ghost, now running for his life

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

✒️ Drawtober Day 10: 'Huddling For Warmth' with GhostJade! 🌹💀

Special guest star the legendary Azrael Skin because why not. When the theme is called Huddling For Warmth my brain jumped to the Meteor Showers comic I made 3 years ago OMG So yeah for nostalgia reasons I just gotta draw the renewed version (but they're now already in love~)

Damn, bet Ghost is warm as fuck.

aNYWAY, I discovered this new song called "Are You Even Real" by James Blake, and it's my soundtrack throughout the making of this art. So I recorded this timelapse with the song playing in the background. Enjoy!

[the-palelady]

the job was hard. it always was. never got any easier. ghost’s mind would buzz with static after missions. a buzzing so loud he could hardly hear the engines of the plane as it took off, headed home.

he’d sit in a daze for the full extent of the flight, eyes mindlessly flitting across the dark clouds and city lights that sat below.

was it always this loud? the engines, the chatter of the people around him, the gunfire?

the high pitched humming continued even as he stepped off the plane, his large, gruff body slipping in and out of crowds of people as he gathered his luggage. ghost couldn’t even hear the crying of a baby that sat nestled against its mum nearby. didn’t move a muscle when someone began raising their voice at a worker when their flight was delayed.

but he did flinch at the sound of someone’s luggage smacking against the ground, the wheels of the suitcase clicking against the marbled floor far too loud for his liking. an echoing pop that reeled him back into a world of blood and dust, gunshots and screaming.

when had his clothes become so tight?

he turns and grabs his things, the static burrowing further into his mind while he rushes towards home.

home is where he’s safe.

home is where you are.

home is where you’re nestled up on the couch, a throw blanket covering the extent of your soft legs, a book or mug occupying your hands. sometimes he would stand in the doorway of your shared home, watching as you’d giggle softly or smile down at the pages of whatever you were reading, free hand idly kneading the plush fabric of your blanket.

home is where you run out to him while he sits in the living room, a smile spread wide across your face when you do a little twirl, showing him the clothes or shoes you had bought that day asking what he thought. you looked perfect in everything, of course.

home is where you sit in front of him at the dinner table, rambling about your day, even asking about his own. you tell him about the butterfly you saw today that you swear was the “biggest you’d ever seen” and—oh!—you can’t forget to tell him about the sale the store was having so you bought him more of his favorite tea.

home is where the buzzing comes to a full stop.

your quizzical expression is always the first thing he sees. the second is the smile that takes its place, spreading from ear to ear as you come to realize who it could be barging in at such an hour. you turn on your heel from where you stand in the kitchen.

simon’s job was demanding. from the very beginning you had accepted that. you saw the storm that had flashed behind his eyes when he awoke from nightmares, saw the way his mind and body strangled each other when he didn’t think you were looking.

so you gave him the peace war would never offer.

his tired, amber eyes softened when your voice drove out the sounds of radio chatter, explosions, death.

“welcome home, si.”

[crazyfandomluver]

Cuteness Aggression

Task Force 141: I’m confused on what your relationship with Graves entails…

Shadow Company: What do you mean?

Task Force 141: Well… half the time we see you being super friendly with him…

Task Force 141: While the other half of the time you’re calling him names, pulling his hair really hard, and yanking him around and stuff

Shadow Company: Ah, you see, there’s this thing called ‘cuteness aggression’ that we get when we see something smaller than us

Graves, across the room: SCREW YOU IM NOT SHORT!!

Shadow Company: BISH! SHUT UP YES YOU ARE!

Task Force 141: ._.

[pricescigar]

I got to get this out of my head so fuck it Mafia!Price

(No specific gender assigned, for everyone to enjoy 🖤)

CW: Implied violence, NSFW

Admin note: I'm sorry if this sucks I really did try! 😭

Mafia!Price who watches you the moment you stepped into his bar, not knowing it belonged to the most dangerous man in England.

(After all you thought it was some normal bar in a completely normal area. An area that wasn't so normal at all)

Mafia!Price who wanted to know everthing. And every little thing about you, you captivated him that much thay he would watch you.

(Perhaps the man had better things to do than watch you. But he didn't, he had all the time in the world)

Mafia!Price who treats you like royalty, you deserve the whole world after all. You would never have to work a day in your life again, no, he wouldn't allow it now would he?

Mafia!Price who would burn the whole world for you, especially if you got kidnapped by one of his many rivals.

Mafia!Price who gives you his card whenever you want to go out shopping, he wouldn't give a shit if you made him go bankrupt. He can get more money somewhere else, he has his ways...

A car? Sure.

Newest technology? Sure.

(The most expensive bag, jewellery, clothes? You name it. Hell, he'll buy the whole stock for you.)

Mafia!Price who makes you sit on his lap whenever you two are in his bar, not allowing anyone else near you.

Unless you wanted to end up beaten up half to deaf like some poor random stranger who flirted with you.

Telling john that he didn't need to go great lengths, but he did anyway.

Mafia!Price who takes you go the most extravagant restaurants. Five stars. The best table they offer, he doesn't care how much the bill is. He just wants to make you happy.

Mafia!Price who tells you every time that no one else can fuck like he can. No one can fuck you but him, no man, nor woman will give you the satisfaction that he can.

Mafia!Price who always tells you that you are his, and his alone

[vertyd]

hey sorry i died for a bit have a roach

[tassodelmiele]

There are more than 200 people who choose to follow my little space in here, and doing photosynthesis with me.

Thank you all, precious cinnamon rolls~

I've got so little time to draw lately, so I'll give you just a bunch of old and new sketches.

I don't even know why the hell I used to draw Ghost so small.

The one on the top left is Price. Obvy.

....

[rubyspring]

Jasper bracelet.

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

Chapter 10: Extra!

Task Force 141 + König + Keegan x Female Criminal!Reader (except Captain Price, because he'll be like a father to the bunch, and König and Keegan won't appear until later on in the story)

You are currently reading the Extra Part of Chapter 10! Here is Chapter 10 and the Masterlist!

NOTE: Hello, people! This isn't a new chapter, but merely just extra of the latest chapter! Think of it as just a drabble, some info or CLUES about the fanfic, but I hope you guys still enjoy reading it! WORD COUNT: 681

Hunters who are forever hunted, always time-counting.

Often, they dream of drowning.

Water dyed in crimson, they found themselves sinking in.

They felt like puppets, crimes stuffed like cotton within. 

Ordered by a man behind a desk, their burdens grow.

Pulled by the string master behind the show.

Living in the darkness of night.

A sacrifice without a name nor a shed of light.

Nocturne of their nightmares continues, lasting and drawn.

Through each fire they make, the heart begins to wan.

Sinners who have taken others’ mantles of transgressions.

None are sentenced guilty in their visions.

A ghost, set out, shrouded in the mists of their deeds to catch another ghost.

Pray tell, oh, one who stand unmoving from their post.

Draw the curtains, which is the good you perceive?

Rather than good, which is the lesser evil you believe?

Anointed demon inhibiting other demons.

Group of people, neither good nor bad, for reasons.

On the clock, in this endless cycle of hunting, everyone hides scars.

Never linger, regardless, further into the shadows on a night without stars.

Such as your time would cease to continue

The Night Before the Mission in Rio De Janeiro

Jonathan Price scanned you from head to toes, making you tilt your head to the side and raise your brow. He kept his eyes on you for a minute, before he let out a sigh. “You surely know how to keep my boys entertained,” he spoke in a low voice, grabbing a handgun suspended on the wall. You watched him step into the range and aim at the target meters from where he stood.

“I guess, we vibe?” You answered, unsure of your words, and snatched a copy of his gun. You walked into the range and stood beside him, raising both of your arms as you gripped with comfort and fired. “I mean, your boys are good at making conversations. I, being talkative depends on—”

“Tell me,” he shot a bullet straight into the middle of the target, making the loud noise cut you off, “why did Shepherd bring you to us?”

You stared at the bullseye he just made. “For more manpower—” you stopped as he turned to you with the gun aimed at your forehead. “Uh, what’s this for, sir?” You dropped your arms down to your side.

“You are not normal,” he declared, finger staying on the trigger. “You don’t flinch with a gun on your head. Shepherd refers to you as a tool.”

You rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue. “He believes what he believes. He says what he says. That’s his weakness and, it should be your weapon.” You let your gun drop with a thud on the floor, making his eyes flicker down at your feet for a second before his attention locked on you. 

“And why should I listen to you?”

“Because in the long run, you will need me.” You smiled. “Time is running out. Emperor is rising.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

You pointed a finger up. “His first target will be the golden eagle who soars in the sky, his shadow hounds, and those who take one for one.”

Price scoffed. “Yes, you are making sense right now.” He returned your smile, but it quickly dropped as the nozzle of his gun met your skin. “Who the fuck is targeting us, and why do you know about this?”

“I am the one the Czar calls his princess.”

The Captain’s eyes widened.

A black sheep of the herd, branded a criminal under the eyes of the one who has declared to make people pay their Price.

Yet, not only the Ghosts of the past hunt down what had gotten away, slipped away like grains of sand from their hands.

A man, obedient of the time, an emperor of his ideals seeks to bring the black sheep into his arms.

Will the Shepherd who had captured the sheep be able to keep it?

Will the other take back what was his?

Was the black sheep truly what it seems?

Or was it a wolf who brings snapdragons everywhere it goes?

You can also read the series on AO3!

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[gomzdrawfr]

Gone Fishing!

[lovey dovey version]

[stoutguts]

sum doodles eugh (WIP)

[tame-the-lion-writes]

Ykw, I can see Graves getting into politics. He'd wear a cowboy hat and talk about small town upbringing to try and look more relatable; on the other hand, in reality, he's a rich (albeit Southern) city boy--masquerading as a "man of the people" while running a multimillion dollar corporation.

Gotta love the image of a red-blooded American, fightin' for his country; driving a truck to look tough, but never speckled with ranch dirt; and he's never fed a horse by hand.

Going to church on Sundays and talking about pullin' yourself up by your bootstraps.

But he knows how well war profits, and boy, does he love profit.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Ah yes. I know it's October when the Vampire!Price and the Vampire!141 AU drawings suddenly gets reblogged a lot and spike my notifications 🧛‍♂️

Should I draw more Vampire AUs? 👀👀