#cod mw3 oc

[islandtarochips]

Meeting the Toa Siblings (Oldest Edition)

Talofa everyone! Here I am just gonna explained about Kanoa and Tiala’s family! Since I haven’t talked about them for a bit and today I shall explained to you about their backgrounds and some facts about them! But I will be showing few because I’m still working on the YOUNGER ones.

So let us start off with the 5 older siblings!

Hōne Toa (FC: Robbie Magasiva):

He is the 1st eldest brother of all of his siblings

Was born in October 1st, 1979

He is one of the closest siblings with Tiala ever since she came into this world. He was 18 at that time when she was born.

He signed up to the Marine Corps at the age of 20. So he spent time with his family and mostly his little sister before going out.

He was part of the Marine Corps and had passed away from a mission when he was a Lieutenant Colonels. (Age of 35)

His personality will be like any other older siblings would have. Being wise, hard-working and being kind to his family and other people.

Sami Toa (FC: Vito Vito):

He is the 2nd eldest brother of all of his siblings

Was born in April 28th, 1982

He got his father’s serious personality. Always take things in the house or in the military VERY seriously.

He signed up to join the Navy Seals instead of the Marines to honor his grandfather (his mother’s father). At the age of 18.

He met Serah (his wife now) somewhere in American Samoa when he came back from his deployment from one of his missions. At the age of 20.

He started dating Serah at the age of 26 and until he was 28 he proposed to her.

Sami was 32 when he got the news of losing his older brother. He was shocked. (He was a Chief Warrant at that time in the Navy for he had transferred there.)

He also heard news of almost losing his little sister when he was at the age of 35. He argued with his younger brother (Kanoa) and blamed him for losing her during that mission. And never talking to him again. (He was a Lieutenant at that time in the Navy)

And now, Sami is still part of the Navy. He is the Vice Admiral and he’s 42 right now. He is also still trying to communicate well with Kanoa. Even after hearing of his successful missions. Along with Tiala. You can say that deep down…he is proud.

Rangi Toa (FC: Fesuiai Viliamu):

He is the 3rd eldest brother of his siblings

He was born in May 14th, 1986

Rangi’s personality was like in between with Hōne’s wisdom and kindness. And a bit of Kanoa’s funny personality. Small jokes and all.

He was planning on joining the air force but decided to join the Marines. At the age of 18.

Rangi was 28 when he lost his older brother, Hōne. He was with him on that mission and had come back to the base with some blood and bruises and broken aching heart. (He was a Warrant Officer at that time)

Rangi had met his girlfriend when he was taking his time off from the military to be at home for Tiala’s graduation.

He also was scared to death to hear the news from Kanoa that he had lost their sister from that mission. It was a disaster that their sister and the soldiers who were with her were kidnapped. At the age of 31 he was the Second Lieutenant  at that time. And he helped Kanoa to find some clues or answers of where their sister was at. Until 5 months later.

And now, Rangi is a Colonel of the Marine Corps. Assisting the General and his brother and sister’s team as much as he can.

Kanoa Toa (FC: Alex Tarrant):

Kanoa is the 4th eldest of his siblings

He was born in April 1st, 1990

The only kind of siblings who have a joking AND funny personality. Always loves to see his family and friends smiling.

He joined the Marines after his graduation. (18 years old)

Kanoa was 24 and was a Sergeant Major. When he saw Rangi coming back from the mission but not with Hōne.

And when Kanoa was a Warrant Officer at the age of 27. He went on a mission with his sister to stop the leader of the human trafficking. But had lost her when they split up to cover more ground. And he has been tracking to find her for 5 months.

And now, he is the captain of the Marine Corps and is the leader of his own Task Force. Called the “Warriors Task Force”.

Tiala "Malie" Toa (FC: Auli'i Cravalho):

She is the 5th eldest of her siblings

She was born in November 19th, 1997

Tiala JUST turned 16 years old after hearing about Hōne’s passing. She didn’t celebrate her birthday that much because of it.

And when she was a Junior in high school, she was dating a guy who she had a crush on. And was being treated badly a bit (mostly verbal abuse though). Didn't tell her family until they found out during her Senior Prom when her boyfriend had confessed that he had cheated on her and it really hurts her so much. (Until her younger brother started to beat the crap out of him)

So after her birthday, which she already turned 17, she started to sign up to join the Marine Corps around January. To honor her deceased older brother. Which she had met up with her other two older brothers. Kanoa (who was a Warrant Officer) and Rangi (who was a Second Lieutenant). When she joined the enlisted.

And before Tiala turned 20 years old, which she’s a Sergeant at that time, she volunteered and begged Kanoa to let her join this mission. Which backfired when her and the other soldiers that she was with. Got ambushed and was kidnapped. She has been kidnapped for 5 months as the mission happened around in June.

After being found, Tiala was released and was sent back home to recover. Kanoa took her back home and stayed with her to nurture her back.

After a few months of resting and getting therapy. Even with her family’s love and support. She had finally got the strength to go back to the military.

She was also offered to be in a HIGHER ranks by the General. Named Alana Kalani. For the General had found her so strong that she came back even from that traumatic experience.

But Tiala had taken the position as First Sergeant instead. Since she doesn't want to rush herself that she just got back. And being the Second in Command of the Warriors Task Force. (Which Kanoa had asked her to join and she accepted it)

There you have it folks! The Older Toa Siblings!

If you would like to know the younger siblings! You shall clicked here to know more about them! Thank you for reading this far! Love ya, peles! 😘❤️

[saradrewitt]

Soooo… I made another OC…

I was totally NOT inspired by CoD (I so was I am such a liar)

[ms-rampage]

General Shepherd: "Are you mad? You'd never survive this."

Kenneth (my COD oc): "Well, happily, neither will you."

General Shepherd: "To choose violence, here, is to declare war against the enemy." (Actual quote is 'your king')

Kenneth: "Wonderful."

[flashbang-througthe-door]

Name: Redacted

Call sign: Bravo 0.2

Nickname: Bravo, Vent Rat, Gremlin

Job: Mechanic, Soldier, Undercover, Pilot

Significant other: Nikolai

Bundle: Vent Rat

Guns/Weapons: A Cor-45 silenced and with armor piercing rounds, a hammer and a wrench, all with a dark green skin on it

Bundle skin: Vent Rat((Normally having a backwards baseball cap too))

[thanksbutno98]

Dumb things John Price has done:

1. While going on a jog with you he started to jog backwards to look at you with a charming grin. You thought he was going to tell you something but he was just checking out the way your tits bounced and he was gearing up to hit on you. John then tripped over a rock he didn’t see and fell like a tree trunk to the ground. You had to help him, as a human crutch, limp home because he twisted his ankle.

2. Accidentally purchased two pairs of identical diamond earrings. It was a final sale so he couldn’t return the extra pair and was kicking himself for it. They are shamefully hidden at the bottom of his sock drawer waiting for you to lose the first pair.

3. While passing the football in the yard with his eight year old son John accidentally kicked it with more power than intended straight into his child’s face. There was so much blood and tears John felt like the worst parent to ever walk this earth. Your reaction to your son’s bloody nose and tear streaked face didn’t help his case.

[yansmachinegun]

GYAAATTTT GHOST???? CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP YEEEOOOOWWCHHHH!!!!!!

[phantasm-ae]

cw: afab reader x ghost, smut, p in v, overstimulation, rough, mean simon :((, feral simon

HEADCANON: Jealous of Bunny getting all the attention — smug bastard — you buy a bunny tail butt plug as a joke. You didn’t expect Simon to absolutely go feral over it though

PAIRING: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

"nghh-- Si-- n-no more please--", you whimper. Voice wrecked. High. Shaky and slurred with overstimulation. Having been incoherent since two?--three?-- orgasms ago.

But Simon only growls low. Holding you more pliant atop him as he makes you sink deeper on his cock. Making you take him to the root again and again. Hands gripping your wrists behind your back as he practically bounces you on his dick like he threatened he would. Groaning lowly at the sound of your whines. Enamored by his little bird's soft sobs of pleasure as he shoves the tip of his dick further into your cervix.

Like he was trying to brand himself further into your very marrow. Not wanting to stop until he knows the outline of your womb remembers every inch of his cock.

"Come on, baby", he rasps, voice rough, almost tender under the wrecking as well. Having came twice inside you when he took you from behind. Mounting you like a buck in a rut. From the side where his arms banded tight around your waist and neck. Holding you close to him and dragging you back onto his cock over and over until you sobbed helplessly into the sheets. And now he was on a personal mission to fill you one last time to the brim on top.

"Bounce on it birdie. Said you wanted to be a bunny now do it", he coos. Mocks. Toys and smiles menacingly at your defeated and overstimulated whimper. All mock-sweetness and cruel affection.

It had all started as a stupid idea -- dumb dumb girl. Should stop thinkin' yeah? -- born out of pure, petty jealousy. Watching Simon fawn over Bunny. Patting his head. Calling him "good lad" in that rare, fond voice that made your heart ache.

You hadn't thought much You did actually when you bought the bunny tail butt plug online with shaking hands, wanting some of that attention for yourself. Maybe as a joke. Maybe to tease. Maybe to taunt.

And besides! You wanted to be cute too! You just wanted him to look at you the same way.

You just hadn't expected it to work this well. Hadn’t expected this -- being fucked to absolute ruin, tail bobbing humiliatingly behind you with every merciless slam of his hips.

You had been discreet about it, you swear. Nope not really

Slipped it in with trembling fingers upstairs before dinner, cheeks hot with mortification. You thought you could play it off -- just have your little moment, bask quietly in whatever reaction you could steal.

But Simon?

Simon always knows when you're hiding something.

Always.

So when you bent over innocently to grab the casserole out of the oven, humming and swaying your hips a little too much, he froze.

The metal fork clattered out of his hand and onto the counter. His mouth parted on a silent groan. Pupils blown wide and dark -- the way they get when he's well and truly feral.

And the second he caught sight of it -- the little white puff sticking saucily out of the curve of your ass -- you knew you were fucked.

Literally. Figuratively. Utterly.

He stalked across the kitchen without a word. Big hands grabbing you by the hips, pressing himself up against you, grinding that hard, throbbing heat between your thighs until you whimpered.

And now your thighs quake. Muscles screaming from exertion and pleasure both, but Simon -- the hulking bastard of your boyfriend -- doesn't let up! Grip only tightening on your wrists as he makes you bounce. Using you like a fleshlight on his cock, hole sopping and dripping both from your orgasms and overstimulation. Clit sore and labia puffy as he only quickens the pace.

You sob, hips jerking away weakly only to be pulled back down on his dick -- desperate, frantic -- as you try (you really do) to obey. Try to lift yourself off his cock only for him to slam you back down again with a guttural grunt, thick and punishing and so deep that your vision whites out at the edges.

"That's it," Simon growls, hips snapping up hard enough to rattle the bedframe. "Look at you — awww baby right there? — Good little bunny, lettin' me f-fuck you stupid."

Your breath hitches on a shattered whine, drool slicking the corner of your mouth. You can feel it -- hot and obscene -- the way his spend is already leaking out of you, making a filthy mess where you’re spread wide around him, the little fluff of the bunny tail butt plug bobbing wildly with every brutal, merciless thrust.

Simon laughs low and broken under his breath, voice thick with pride and possession.

"All mine now, yeah? — shhh I know birdie I know" he says, leaning up to mouth along your jaw, catching your earlobe between his teeth in a quick, sharp bite that makes you jerk and cry out. "Womb's mine. Pussy's mine. Pretty little bunny tail and all."

You nod desperately -- or try to -- the movement so feeble and pathetic it makes him chuckle again, soft and mean and loving all at once.

"Jealous of Bunny, that it baby?" he huffs against your skin. Thrusts brutally upward when you only respond with a soft whine. Broken. Wrecked. Wanton and done for.

"Shoulda just told me, birdie" Simon murmurs, low and almost cruel in its tenderness, muttering a soft fuck as you clench involuntarily at his words. His breath scalding against the shell of your ear. "Didn't need to dress yourself up like a pretty little toy -- shit that's it --Always had my eyes on you."

Another sharp thrust -- a ragged gasp punched from your chest.

You whimper -- desperate, delirious -- thighs trembling from the effort of keeping yourself upright.

Simon hums, pleased, and lets your wrists go for a moment -- only to immediately grab your hips, dragging you flush against him as he starts fucking up into you even harder, reckless and raw.

The bunny tail bounces wildly with every slam of his hips, obscene and humiliating and so hot you think you might just pass out from it.

You’re babbling nonsense now -- tears streaking down your cheeks, throat raw from sobbing his name over and over -- but Simon doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even think of stopping.

Not until you’re a shaking, oversensitive mess. Not until you can't tell where he ends and you begin. Not until you’re bred so full his cum drips steadily down your thighs, thick and hot and never-ending.

"That's it, pet," he rasps against your neck. "My pretty little bunny. Gonna keep you plugged up all fuckin’ night. Make sure it sticks."

You shudder, high and keening at the thought -- too gone to even form words anymore.

And Simon just holds you tighter. Fucks you deeper. Growls soft and feral into your hair like a wolf who's finally caught his prey and has no plans to ever let go.

Snarling as his rhythm falters. Jaw clenching. Grip tightening and teeth gritted. Low and wrecked. Burying himself twice. Deepest as he can go. Not caring at the soft sob you make as the tip of his dick kisses your cervix. Cock pulsing hot and thick inside your womb before he cums with a guttural and broken moan against you throat.

"Fuck yeah, that's it birdie. Takin' it like a good little doe. My own little bunny in heat"

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[sidollie]

༉‧₊˚. Simon Riley giving reader aftercare cw// just soft fluff ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

𐙚 Simon Riley has always been rough during sex especially since he knew that you, his sweet little dovie loved it rough. Loved to be roughly fucked and marked up by him and he always obeyed to your wishes and desires and after the passionate sex he always cared for his luvie.

Just like today, you’re laying panting on the mattress, totally spent from the intense session of pleasure. The usually neat sheets are messed up under you, damp with sweat and your mixed juices. you can still feel him, feel the shape of his thick cock inside you, every inch, every vein and his cum dripping out of your puffy pussy.

The marks on your thighs still feel hot and your voice is fully hoarse from screaming. Simon’s calloused hand brushes gently over your sweaty body, rough fingers gliding over every mark he left, every claim he made.

"are ya feelin' okay ma love?"

“yea, just… sore.”

"'m sorry if I was too rough wit-"

"Don't be, I loved every second of it si"

"I’m glad swee'heart"

A gruff chuckle rumbles from his throat, as he leans down to place a soft kiss on your mouth. He walks away from the bed and heads into the bathroom, you hear the rustle of cloth and the sound of water running. When he returns, it’s with a warm washcloth that's soft and damp, he gently strokes the cloth between the sore spot between you legs

He cleans you up with rare gentleness that's only reserved for his sweet birdie. He wipes away the mess of him that's still leaking from your filled sore cunt as he gives you a glass of water. When he’s done, he tosses the cloth aside and pulls you into his arms, drawing up the blankets around the both of you as he kisses your forehead. His hand cradles the back of your head, the other tracing lazy circles over your back.

"You were perfect tonight luvie, took everything like a good lil girl."

You didn’t reply, just nuzzling closer into his hard chest as your eyes flutter shut. He kisses your temple again, holding you tighter as he thinks about how lucky he is to have you by his side.

"I love you luvie, you belong t'me and I belong t'you. Forever."

@sidollie

༉‧₊˚. masterlist

a/n: i've never written fluff before, hope you guys like it @corvid007

[ltash]

Lieutenant Simon Riley hates Lizards so when he spots one he calls you, his 5 feet shortie to get rid of it.

Minutes after he is screaming as you are following after him with the lizard in your hand.

"Get it off me ," he screams. "You'll pay for this."

Meanwhile soap is rolling on the floor crying while in a laughing fit.

[islandtarochips]

The Warriors Task Force

Art Patch Commission by @temeyes 🔼

Welcome to the Warriors Task Force (WTF)! Let me explain of what this team can do!

What is a Warriors Task Force?

A Warriors Task Force is a team who is under the Command of General Alana Kalani. In charge of the Hawaiian Marines Corpse.

The one who is the Leader of this team is by the one who made it. Is Captain Kanoa Toa.

Why do they call the Task Force "WARRIORS" and how was it made?

It is not because the Captain's last name Toa has the meaning which is Warriors in their Samoan language. It is because that all of their ancestors are once warriors back in the days and they are very proud to have them in their blood. So the Captain had decided to call this team "Warriors Task Force". And also, the Captain had created this team as he requested to the General to make this special force. To stop the Trafficking and other dangerous threats that is happening between the Oceania and other countries.

What does the Warriors Task Force specialize in?

The WTF Specialize in stopping the Trafficking and Terrorism Operations. High or Low threats they can deal with. No matter how big or small they will always have to be prepared to handle this everyday problems.

Which Universe does the Warriors Task Force be in?

The WTF are mostly in the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Universe. In ALL of them I mean (MW 2019, MWII and MWIII). The Reboot Version. Since the team are mostly assisting the 141 most of the time and even the Los Vaqueros. And use to work with the Shadows Company, who they will not be interacting with anymore.

Who are the members of the Warriors Task Force?

(Read from Left -> Right)

General Alana Kalani - The one who gives the orders and supervising the WTF whenever there is a mission that she KNOWS they can finished. (FC: Kelly Hu)

Captain Kanoa Toa - The Leader and the Captain of his Task Force and the one who made this team. (FC: Alex Tarrant)

First Sergeant Tiala "Malie" Toa - Second in Command of the Warriors Task Force. (FC: Auliʻi Cravalho)

Sergeant Agnes "Blast" Falagi - The Demolition Expert of this team. (FC: Teilor Grubbs)

Sergeant Nigel "Squirrel" Harrison - The Sniper and the Ex-Member of the Shadow Company. (FC: Jake Austin Walker)

Dr. Aelan Kalani - The Combat Medic (FC: Laura Megan Stahl)

Just to make it clear. The General may have the highest rank in the team but she mostly let the Captain take over while she's busy with other stuff (Since he IS the one who created this team). She's only part of the team just to advise and assist the WTF in case anything went down south. And also, I might update this post since there are MORE team members coming in pretty soon!

Are there other Warriors Task Force?

Yes. There are other TWO more WTF in the Oceania. One for each parts of it! Since in the Oceania there are THREE in that area. Which is Micronesia, Melanesia and Polynesia! So there are one Task Force for each! Since Kanoa and his team had been helping and assisting other islands in the area. They have inspired many people as they decided to make their own under the same name as the team itself.

So it will be easier for them to take any dangers down from all over in Oceania!

Alright, so that's about it about the Warriors Task Force! I hope you guys have a nice day and hope that you enjoy meeting these guys! Love ya, peles!😘❤️

[ms-rampage]

Wrestling memes with my COD oc Kenneth 🤣🤣🤣

The North is Kenneth's task force

[corporalellie]

The daily life of Shadow Company 🦊♠️

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[bunnysnared]

a lil bit older now, but some simon sketches ♡

[gomzdrawfr]

🍰 Cafe AU ☕️

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (you're here) | Part 4

[sim0nril3y]

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Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: After an incident in your home you made the decision to move in together. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), very soft, talk of break-in, canon-typical swearing.

It was late evening, Simon had just gotten home himself from meeting with Price and Gaz, they met up and caught up on everything they’d missed in each other’s lives. He still couldn’t bring himself to speak about you in front of them, still wanting to keep you a secret, keep you safe from any parts of his life that could put you in danger. He’d kept quiet even when Price spoke about some pretty thing he’d been seeing and when Gaz brought up the posh bird he'd met at a wedding.

He'd asked for you to call when you got home from work, his phone buzzing as he entered his home caught his attention. Smiling, answering and bringing it up to his ear as he asked. “Get home alright-” The words died in his throat as he heard the sounds of your little hiccups and sobs. “What’s happened? Where are you?” As soon as Simon had entered his home, he’d walked straight back out of it in the direction of his car. “I’m on my way…”

The story was that your flat had been broken into whilst you’d been out at work. The place had been completely ransacked, anything valuable was gone, mostly everything else was trashed and destroyed. The lock on the door was completely busted now and ultimately you just felt vulnerable in your own space, it simply didn’t feel safe anymore.

The whole journey to your block of flats Simon was cursing himself. The one night that he didn’t come pick you up from work, the one night he was busy and focusing on himself you’d fucking needed him, you’d been sacred and alone and come back to your flat to find the door kicked open and worried that whoever had gotten in there might still be in there.

He took the stairs to the flat block two or three at a time, chasing up them to get to you. Everyone in the block seemed to be stirring from the police being on the scene, all out to watch this all unfold. You’d been standing outside of your flat allowing the police to look around the small space inside, searching for anything that might have been left behind in the wake of the chaos that had happened inside. Simon approached and wrapped his strong arms around your trembling form, pulling you into his chest and kissing your forehead as he muttered. “I’m here… I’m here…”

He calmed you. He coaxed you into his arms. He silently seethed about whatever little prick had let themselves into your home, your sanctuary and made their way off with your things, your personal items. Simon would hunt them down given the chance but now wasn’t the time to be raging, all his energy needed to be focused on you. “I know, babe. I know.” He muttered quietly, pulled into his arms, warm and safe in his embrace.

Soon enough the police were done, they advised strongly to stay elsewhere for the night, with a busted door and the place already targeted it was more vulnerable than ever. Simon was collecting some of your clothes into a bag whilst you wandered aimlessly around the rest of the small home, pausing for a long moment at your art supplies, kneeling down to inspect the canvas’. It hurt to see them trampled and discarded like this, just completely destroyed by some heartless thug.

“Y’okay?” The small voice of Simon came from behind you, glancing over your shoulder in his direction. You certainly didn’t look alright, you look so vulnerable, so betrayed in your own place. “I know…” He muttered gently, moving towards you to gently kneel down beside you and look at your canvas. “You’ll make better-”

You mentioned. “I’m too tired to do this.” And he understood, you’d just come home from work to find this horrific event had happened. It wasn’t fair and you didn’t need to process these emotions right now. No, right now, he just needed to get you someplace safe where you could rest your head for a few hours and deal with everything else in the morning.

Following that incident it didn’t take long for the two of you to come to the decision that moving in together would be for the best. Honestly, he thought he’d have a little more difficulty taking that step, but with all that had happened the idea of having you live under the same roof as him, having you around all the time, waking up together, simply knowing that you were safe filled him with this sense of relief and completion.

Everything was set into motion from then, you took to cancelling your tenancy on the flat and the process to move you into Simon’s home was put into effect. With all that was left in your flat it didn’t take much to box up all the remaining furniture and items, three or four trips back and forth from the flat to the house was all it took to move everything over. That was it settled; you were living together.

Simon was holding a box labelled ‘art supplies’ stepping past you to head upstairs. “You can just put it in the garage.” You suggested, after having most of your art destroyed the appeal to make anything new wasn’t inside of you, unsure if it was temporary or permanent you boxed your things away for now to deal with at a later time. “S’alright…” He mentioned, continuing to stomp upstairs. “I’ll put it in your art room.” He commented, now this was enough to make your brow furrow.

“What?” You then proceeded to chase upstairs behind him, following him into the spare room and coming to a stop to see Simon had kitted it out with all the supplies that had been destroyed in the break-in, even a new easel facing to look out the window into the beautiful back garden scenery. “This… is for me?”

It had been something that Simon had noticed that you’d been lacking expressing yourself creatively, usually he’d find you holed up creating something new, or working on an old piece… but since the break-in you’d been almost avoiding it. Placing down the box in his hands he replied. “Well, yeah… you don’t think it’s all for me, do ya?” He asked with a raised brow looking at you, a teasing tone to his voice which made you smile subtly. “Can’t put this stuff in the garage, anyway, got my weights down there.” He informed you with a non-committal shrug.

You watched him for a moment before rushing over and wrapping your arms around him, hugging onto him as tight as you could manage. Simon hugged your back, placing a hand on the back of your head and rubbing your back in a soothing way. “Thank you.” You mumbled into his throat. There was so much that you were thankful to him for but allowing you the space to find that creative side to yourself again was something you’d be eternally grateful to him for. “Thank you.”

“S’alright, babe.” Simon replied, kissing the top of your head and holding you securely in his arms. “You’re safe now.” He muttered, probably more to himself that even you. “You’re home.”

Masterlist | Ask | 20-01-2025

[phantasm-ae]

cw: suggestive writing, afab reader x soap

HEADCANON: Soap almost loses goes feral it when he sees you in a milkmaid dress holding his little niece. Giving him some ideas and thoughts he shouldn’t have in his mam’s backyard get-together

PAIRING: John Soap MacTavish x reader

now Johnny had seen you in a lot of things even in nothing that was a given.

You in his shirts. His hoodies. His pretty pretty lass in that one tactical vest during a Halloween party that nearly ended the night early. But nothing. And Soap means NOTHING could have prepared him for this.

His sweet sweet minx in a bloody milkmaid dress. All soft cotton and wispy ribbons. The material cradling your frame just perfectly. Hugging you in all the right places. Cinched at the waist. Flowing just enough to tease but not enough to hide. Sleeves slipped delicately off your shoulders. Water running sinfully down glass is what it was.

Clinging and catching just long and sultry enough to burn.

Artemis in his fucking childhood backyard. Steamin' Jesus.

And to top it all off. As if just to ruin him completely -- you were barefoot in his mam's garden, holding his wee niece on your hip like you'd been born for it.

Smiling. Glowy. Bright and so fucking beautiful that Johnny almost passes out with how fast blood rushed down south to his groin. Brain absolutely short-circuiting at that.

Almost dropping the plate of his gran's mash he was holding too. Some poor sausage roll already clinging to gravity as his mouth parts a bit in utter, primal disbelief.

Johnny stood there, frozen, jaw slack, brain gone smooth. You hadn’t even noticed him yet -- busy chatting up his mam and sister by the garden fence, bouncing the babbling baby gently as sunlight hit your hair like something out of a painting. Like some goddamn pastoral fever dream. The kind of visions that made his knees weak and his thoughts utterly unsalvageable.

Rocking his chubby-cheeked niece gently in your arms, cooing like some divine, barefoot angel conjured from some kind of paradise in Tunisia.

Then -- Fucking THEN -- you lift the baby higher, nuzzle her soft little cheek, and say something sweet in that voice of yours that makes his entire soul leave his body.

Done. He’s done.

Funeral's next Thursday. Bring flowers.

He swore his bloody soul ascended.

His body though? Stranded on earth, bloody rock-hard and tragically overdressed in cargo shorts.

“Jesus Mary Joseph -- ” Johnny hissed under his breath, still frozen by the garden path, mouth dry, thighs clenched, gripping his gran’s ceramic dish like it was the last link to his mortal tether. One wrong look from you -- just one, he swears -- and he’d be spilling mash and something else right there on the bloody grass.

You turned, then. Bright, carefree, holding his niece like you’d been practicing for years. And when your eyes found his -- when you gave him that soft, warm smile that screamed home in a way the Highlands never could --

Johnny staggered.

Just a half step. A little foot wobble. Barely recovered. Didn’t matter.

Your brows lifted, concerned and confused. “You alright, darling?”

Oh no.

You said it like you didn’t know you were dressed like the wet dream of a fevered Scottish farmhand.

He opened his mouth to respond. Nothing came out. Absolutely nothing. There was a whistle in his brain like a kettle left too long on the stove. Every single survival instinct screamed “do not pop a boner in your mam’s garden.” Every. Single. One.

And then you bounced the baby on your hip again.

His niece giggled.

His mam laughed softly and said something about how good you were with kids.

And that’s when John 'Soap' MacTavish, elite sniper, tactician, demolitions expert, and renowned special forces operator... blacked out from sheer lust.

No, not really. But close. So very close.

He stumbled forward like he’d been summoned, forcing his legs to work, cock already straining at the worst possible time. His brain screaming be normal while his dick whispered breed her right now.

“Love?,” you asked again gently as he reached you, the baby tugging playfully at your neckline, unaware she was the only thing keeping you from being pinned to the side of the garden shed like a poster.

“You alright, Johnny?” you repeated in concern, brushing your fingers along his forearm, completely unaware of the meltdown behind his eyes.

He looked at you. Then the baby. Then the milkmaid dress. Then back at you.

And said, with all the composure of a drowning man clutching his last breath:

“Y’ever think about havin’ like... seven?”

You blinked at his words. “Seven what?”

Johnny looked you dead in the eye.

“Bairns.”

You choked. “Excuse me?”

But his mam. Nosy. Gleeful. Loud and always knowing, was already shouting -- “I told you he was gon’ propose one day soon!” -- at the top of her lungs like the whole of Glasgow, Scotland, and even bloody England at that needed to know her prophetic gifts had finally borne fruit.

And if Johnny’s gran finally noticed her plate of mash had been sacrificed in the name of horny spiritual warfare. She didn't need to say a word through her smile.

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