#cod operator

[nrdmssgs]

Masterlist "We can't keep it." "Sputnik. Her name is Sputnik." "We can't keep Sputnik, Nikto! She's a wild animal" "Look her in the eyes." "No" "Look her in the eyes and tell her, she will have to leave this place." "...Fuck you, Andre." "She likes belly scratches. Like this."

[hyper-fixates]

i’m sat.

[ratking369]

Reusing my tiktok doodles part 2

[sterifels-blog]

Thinking about…

How Mace, your big, brutish, gunsmoke-and-shadows boyfriend, would let you do anything to him if it meant you got to dote.

How this mountain of a man— built of bullets, battle, and buried violence— sits heavy in your living room, broad back melting into the couch like he’s finally found the one battlefield he doesn’t have to fight on. Shadow Company’s storm-eyed enforcer, letting you lather him up in lavender and honey like a knight laid bare before his princess.

He smells like the world outside— gun oil and cedar, sweat from the morning’s workout, something vaguely metallic in the crooks of his arms. But you don’t mind. You never mind. Not when you get to fix it, soften it, prune away the war that sticks to him like second skin.

You straddle his thick thighs, perched like a queen on her throne, dipping your fingers into a glistening, whipped concoction of shea butter and rosehip. Your nails— pristine, pink-tipped, glossy as glass - drag against his jawline, finding those delicious little rivulets on his skin. The crocodile scars. They’re old, deep, twisting like rivers over his the sides of his neck, the hinge of his jaw where your thumbs press gentle, coaxing a sigh from deep in his chest. You swear you hear it rattle his ribs.

“Ma,” he murmurs, and it’s reverence, it’s devotion, it’s a growl from the back of his throat that turns molten when you lean in, dabbing a cooling mask against his sunworn skin.

A little chirp of laughter bubbles from your throat at the absurdity of it all— your hard-edged soldier, eyes lidded, letting you slather him in serums and creams, his skin glowing with hydration like you’ve personally resurrected him from the grave of masculinity.

He smells better now, all sugar and bergamot and the ghost of your perfume clinging to the dips of his collarbone where you kissed him earlier. There’s still work to do, though, still scruff to be shaven, so you nudge his chin upward with two fingers, commanding, pampering, utterly in control of the moment.

When the razor glides over his jaw, Mace hums— low, pleased, letting you take care of him, trusting you with the blade in a way that makes your heart flip, your hands pause just a moment over his Adam’s apple. Because he knows you won’t hurt him. Because no one else in the world gets this.

And when you finish, smoothing a balm over his freshly bared skin, he surges forward, drags you into his lap with the kind of effortless strength that still makes your breath catch. His lips— still gruff, still battle-worn press against yours, soft and yielding - drinking you in.

You taste like strawberries from the lip mask you made him try. You giggle into his mouth.

Mace groans, deep in his chest, kissing you again, and again, and again, because he loves you. To the moon and back, to the stars and beyond, to wherever he’s been and wherever he’s going.

And if letting you dote on him, prettify him, make him yours in a way no battlefield ever could— if that’s all it takes to be loved by you, he’ll sit here forever, let you paint him in sugar and silk until he forgets he was ever anything else.

[karlachismylife]

Hi hi! It's me again, i love to that i can be here for your beautiful work, now hear me out, what if, we think out of the box and look out of the animals that were familiar with, do you know what i haven't found yet? Mythical and folklore 141, a bunch of tritons falling in love with a surfer? A pack of wendigos that had been hiding until they want to be seen by dear reader? Omg such an abundance of mythical creatures to choose from! I hope it could help a bit, with love and care

~🐰❄️

Hello, love! Thank you so, so much for your kind words and the amount of inspiration you gifted me!!! I'm sorry I respond so late, I was actually thinking about your ask a lot. I wanted to collect some recommendations for you, but realized I actually don't know any fics like that? I somehow felt that I did, but either I forgot and will only remember later, or I made it up. BUT I do have one recommendation! It's not folklore, but I think it can count as mythical? It's this monster!au fic by @brineoffire that is inspired by @bluegiragi 's very famous monster!au (which I also absolutely love and recommend, but I feel like everyone already knows it lol). I also know that @forestshadow-wolf has some yummy kelpie!Soap, which duh, of course kelpie and selkie Soap fics are the finest.

However, this made me realize that I want to make a masterlist of recommendatons! So thank you for pushing me in that direction :3 Also - and that's for everyone - feel free to send recommendations of your own! I'll be happy to read and share! Self-recs are also very very needed!

Coming back to your ask directly, I actually skimmed through it at first and thought you meant tritons as amphibians and was like "hmm why not axolotls?" and then realized you're talking about mermen xD Which are always on top of my list of mythical creatures because I (in case anyone didn't notice yet) LOVE sea. And everything it holds as well. And also mermaid-adjacent oviposition.

By the way, a long time ago I saw this painting (TW!blood and gore, so not putting it here directly) by Sergei Kolesov of a whale-sized mermaid and it has been on my mind ever since, even moreso after I saw the Drowned Giant episode of Love, Death & Robots. What if they actually were of a monstrous size? If a normal, human-sized tritons/mermen with a surfer feel like a fresh, light, summery and full of laughter and sun romance, these abyssal creatures and a whale researcher (stranded in the midst of an expedition, perhaps?) would make for a hauntingly beautiful, thalassophobic story. A tiny human coming to terms with their insignificance in the face of the eternal, bottomless ocean and at the same time learning what's it like, to be loved by the abyss itself - to be cradled in hands as big as their little boat, to look in the huge eyes of a horrifyingly powerful creature and see mirrored reverence. To soothe scars left by something you'd rather not know existed, if it can harm these giants. Size difference who?

Surfer!reader and tritons/mermen of smaller size would be so fun tho. So much space for mischief and playfulness, strong tails flipping the board over, sunscreen smell mingling with salty seaweed. Drifting while you wait for a wave and feeling something brush against your hand submerged in the water - only to get grabbed by your legs next, because someone just can't leave you alone. Getting shells brought to you seemingly by the sea surf if you don't surf on a lazy waves day and stay on the beach, making sand castles. Being the wind to their waves, kissing the sunburns away from their noses, not used to being out of water so much. Making love on the beach and SUFFERING from sand everywhere. Laying on the board on your stomach and kissing the most beautiful creatures surrounding you like curious dolphins or sea otters, heads sticking out of water, scaly fingers in your hair, webbed ears fluttering adorably.

I would actually love to write a selkie story, since they are one of my most favourite sea mythical creatures and I've written multiple fairy tales about them (including a biopunk take, which I am still proud of), but I am SO sure I've seen someone metion that someone's already writing it... I'll put it in my recommendations list 100% when/if I find it. Also plugging this precious thing by @the-shotce-newsletter since I look at the chonky seal Soap almost every day for happiness boost.

(CW! dark themes including cannibalism and such in this paragraph)

I am a little hesitant to touch on the wendigos yet, since I am not sure I have enough cultural knowledge on them and I do not want to add to the harm done by popculture depictions of them, but I am a sucker for intertwining love, lust and cannibalism. Isn't one type of love exactly that - a desire to merge into one whole with your loved one, unable to be separated on atomic level? To consume, devour and celebrate the strength they gave you? Or - to give up yourself completely, to be devoured, to become that strength by burning in an insatiable stomach? What is oral sex if not cannibalism of sorts? The erotisism of letting someone to touch your heart not metaphorically, but quite literally... and the long, drawn-out way leading up to it, coming to terms with the initial horror until it blossoms into sincere desire? That is something to think about.

There's definitely a lot more to dig up in folklore. For example, the legend of Herne the Hunter? The antlers-wearing ghost keeper of Winsdor Forest, that is often linked to Celtic Cernunnos in modern re-tellings? Is reader seeking spiritual liberation in neopaganism, catching attention of the forest spirit in its hunting grounds? Or are they just enjoying the nature, not knowing yet that they're kept safe by a power as old as the oldest trees in this forest? Or! Maybe they're in a world similar to the Robin of Sherwood series (I fucking LOVE that series and I WILL cry every time I hear Clannad's theme song play)? An archer blessed by the Hunter (why not make it four Hunters? there aren't just deers roaming the forests, after all! but if I had to choose one, I'd say it's very Price coded) to fight for what's right?

Or maybe they're trolls? Cave-dwelling brutes, enchanted by your beauty so much that they take the first opportunity to steal your child, replacing it with a changeling, just to have at least some part of you close to them? What will they do though, when they find out that there's so much kindness in you that you're ready to raise the changeling, protecting the innocent troll child from the wrath of your husband that blames you for your newborn's kidnapping? Of course they have to make everything right. And also - take you away from the man that dared to be cruel to you. You'll find out that being a troll princess is much better than it seems.

Somehow I couldn't remember any suitable slavic entity that wouldn't have some already well-used counterpart (like vampires, water or forest spirits - somehow every single other one I recall is a female entity, wow, that's interesting). But I'll think on it. I like the general image of paradise birds with human faces, like Sirin, Alkonost or Gamayun (which are all female. also, I encourage everyone to check out this short animated film about Sirin, I saw it on a short animated film festival and absolutely fell in love, it's a beautiful work of art. english subtitles available!!!). So maybe the boys are of same species? Powerful, prophetic human-birds, capable both of luring anyone and bringing destruction with their voices. And you, coming to learn your destiny from them, or - offering yourself in exchange for salvation of your village. They won't take your life, but they will make you theirs. Every bird needs someone to sing to.

I do like presonifications of winds, too - not from any particular mythilogy, but just in general. After all, it's wind and sun we're caressed by the most in life, isn't it? And there are four of them, so you'll never be lonely, whatever direction breeze blows today. Living somewhere on a hill, where there's always wind rustling in your curtains, playing with your hair and drawing gentle swirls in the dust under your feet. Cool, breezy kisses on your cheeks - or pranks, when they bring a singular pocket-sized cloud to hold over your head and rain specifically on you? Do you dare to learn just how loyal the winds can be?

I think I went a little too serious, solemn and dramatic route with this. Maybe I should look into some little shits that just cause harmless chaos. But I will definitely put pins on every single idea I wrote out here - and everyone is welcome to tell me, which one you find the most interesting, what would you like to read the most; maybe you wanna expand on some of them? Or you have some completely other view on some of them? Everything's welcome! I loved thinking about it. Thank you so much for asking <3

I will also think about other COD characters in such AUs. Heh. My brain looks like a Chritmas tree right now, so many pretty lights glowing. Many tasty thoughts.

A bit of a later addition, but I suddenly remembered the Sandman (Sandmann) legend/stories/interpretation, and I am actually incredibly fascinated with him (I'm a little bit of a Hoffmann fan and I'm not talking about the Saw character for once, even though that's my babygirl too). I love the complicated relationship of humanity with sleep, dreams, nightmares and death he embodies. And honestly the eye imagery always gets me even though I don't think I mastered using it myself. Anyway, I think task force 141 as four different sides of this entity (sweet, calm sleep with nice dreams; insomnia and nightmares; heavy, restless, hot sleep like with fever/just too intense but not bad (potentially sexy) dreams; and finally, the eternal sleep, death) would be an interesting concept, but obviously it would be more fair to seek one of the German/German-speaking at least characters to take on this role. Can't really see König in this, though. But Krueger and Golem don't really strike me as Sandmann material either... and I don't remember any other German speaking guys...

We also have Orla "Banshee" Murphy in game already (one of my hardcore crushes btw, she's so my type), so, like. There's your banshee hahaha. I actually would like to try writing a banshee in special forces... or maybe IRA... they'd make a powerful enemy I think. With her destructive tendencies (I told you she's my type) that would suit her so well.

Also on the topic of my operator crushes (help, I'm really trying to stay on topic here) I am literally obsessed with Raptor (Natalya Orlova). I don't know what folclore entity she could be (well, could always make her Baba Yaga, but I'm afraid I see our little Yaga as too harmless of an entity, all those films I watched in childhood made her too lovable to me), but she would be fucking terrifying. She's from Kamchatka, and I am unfortunately not too well-versed in the mythology there, but my quick research told me that in that region people have a six-legged white bear demon Kochatko - considering that her bio states she single-handedly killed a white bear proving her hunter father wrong, that would honestly be a great ballad of a hero slaying the monster to take its place. Like Schwartz's "Dragon" play, but this time we spin it as a good thing, empowerment and reclaming of identity and shit. I'm already so far in this yapping aren't I.

There are so many other operators from so many regions I am not even remotely familiar with in terms of culture and folklore... so many opportunities... mm...

[thesnakeoutsider]

Not a team your honor, this two are partners in love.

If you like this and others of my designs/ illustrations from cod.. I uploaded the art to my store. You can have something aka prints or stickers with it

[greeneyedsigma]

“Mom, can we stop and get Food?”

“No, we have food at home.”

(Just kidding, I love Off Brand Scottish Price (Bantam))

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Another day in this carnival of souls

Another night settles in, as quickly as it goes

The memories are shadows, ink on the page

And I can't seem to find my way home

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Pack Kortac - Demon! Swagger Lore

Tags: monster au, blood, gore, flesh eating, he's a monster he eats people, soulmate elements.

-The birth of Roland “Swagger” Kominksi was not a traditional one. His mother’s were witches, young and powerful, who longed deeply for a child they simply could not create. They tried runes and tinctures, nights of passion under the pale full moon, and yet conceiving one of their own blood was simply not meant to be.  And so it was through careful ritual that they instead summoned a babe.  A hellacious bouncing baby boy. Sweet Roland.

-Magic users and demons are intrinsically linked. For every witch there is a Chosen demon. Bonding with your chosen is said to curate a great power for both parties involved. However, summoning is not a reliable process. Just because you summoned a demon, it did not mean it was your demon.

-Chaos would ensue, witches summoning guard dogs in the form of hellish beasts in order to build their power. It would backfire. Lacking bonds, demons are insatiable, feasting on the blood, bone and power of the creatures around them.  The more magical, the more filling. It quickly became outlawed amongst the covens to use such tactics, less they become wiped out completely.

-Swaggers mother’s were no exception. They had decidedly left their former lives in order to live one they longed for. It was sheer luck they summoned a more manageable youngster, and they spoiled Roland rotten, wanting nothing more than to see their little one happy and thriving. Even if it meant slaughtering the locals or grave robbing to keep their little boy fed. 

-And it’d worked. He was loved and sated. Able to attend school with the other children. That is until suspicion began to fly regarding their village’s disappearances. They would start again, moving to France and maintain movement to avoid problems.

-Swagger never quite fit, if not for his off accent, then for his peculiarities, which earned him ridicule in the classroom. But he excelled academically and athletically. It wasn’t until a fellow student had an unfortunate accident in chemistry class that Swagger would be pulled from school. The poor student’s face had been melted clean off. The chemicals they were using should not have been nearly as dangerous. And no one would notice that that student was a particular repeat offender in harassing Swagger.   

-When Swaggers Chosen was born into the world his hunger doubled. It became increasingly apparent that he couldn’t sustain a life in the French countryside, regardless of his mother’s support. It occurred to them that they wouldn’t be safe for much longer either. A career in warfare seemed appropriate for both his skills and dietary needs. Here, Swagger would flourish.

-Swagger is an incredibly competent soldier. Having absorbed everything he could get. Medic, demo, distance or close combat. You name it, he can do it. And he is an arrogant shit about it.

-Very playful on the field, chatty on the comms. However he can and will take over a situation, where he leads with care and efficiency.  The only reason he hasn't pursued a higher position is because he knows it will take away from his time in the field. He could give a fuck less for the paperwork involved. 

-Anything is a weapon in Swagger’s hands. Steel chairs, power tools, briefcase, pool ball, piano, wave runner, toilet, toilet water. That one incident with the zamboni.  Has been known to use his own rifle as a fucking warhammer when ammo is gone.

-Appears to be everywhere and nowhere. Seemingly popping up out of nowhere to help out any of his fellow teammates where he absolutely showboats. 

-Regularly rubs his skills in on the field. “You need me, don’t pretend” he purrs in his french lilt. 

-Annoys the absolute piss out of Nikto and König, frankly corvid behavior. Pokes at them just enough to get a snap before taking off with a chuckle. 

-Nosey. Not gossipy, no. Nosey He has the dirt on everyone, simply because he likes having the information. Will totally feign ignorance about some hot gossip, even though he found out about it days ago from someone else. 

-Is generally liked by the team, he can be conceited, but most have come to tolerate it. Actually gets along with Declan. He’s besties with Stilleto.

-World’s biggest sore loser. Can't play board games for this reason. Not since he got into a fist fight with Declan over Uno. Will accuse everyone of cheating. 

-Can't sit normally, likes to perch in high places. Absolutely kicks his legs like a toddler.

-Has freckles.

-Being a demon, Swagger is equipped with a “true” form he can shift into at will. Some of these elements peak through when he is particularly compromised or starving. Eyes that resemble that of a bearded vulture. He remains hidden under his mask and layers.

-Swagger’s mask became a necessity. The farther he falls, the harder it is to control himself. Noxious fumes and acidic fluid spills from his mouth in the heat of it all. The mask is to keep the fumes in rather than out.  These fumes can range from mild sedatives, psychedelics, or poisons.

-As stated above Swagger’s diet primarily consists of flesh and bone. He can eat processed animal meats or long dead corpses if he absolutely has to. But there is an emotional element to his feeding. Something about the residual emotion buried in the bones of a fresh kill is more filling. The more magical the better. Has been seen snacking on teeth like fucking m&ms.

-Has been found more than once painting himself in blood. For scent camouflage he claims. He’s certainly not obsessed with it aha.

-Has been confident since the day his mother’s told him stories of Chosen pairs. He always knew he would find his. He would just need to be patient. When the time came, he would devour them. Rightfully take back control of himself. That is until he meets her…..

[baska117]

[karlachismylife]

I know no one gives a fuck, but as far as I can tell that female operator is Rozlin "Roze" Helms, she's a former Jackal and Shadow turned now KorTac, and she had quite a few badass moments in her history.

She isn't in my top favourite operators list but maybe someone who's interested in her more than me is gonna write a fic based on this video. I wish there were more fics about other operators.

CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THIS?

THE WAY HE BURIED HIS FACE THERE?

THE WAY HE THREW AND CAUGHT HER LIKE SHE WEIGHS NOTHING?

I need this man please this isn't funny anymore

[nrdmssgs]

Masterlist

in case you guys wanted the full view

[darlnosis]

♯    Fill Me Up . . .

pairing ⋮ könig x fem!reader     ⟢

syn ⋮ smut , mdi , könig coming home to have you , 1k wordcount    ˎˊ˗

cw / tags ⋮ showersex, breeding kink

visual ⋮ him inside you but in the shower lol

König had a long and final day. All he wanted to do was throw off his gear and fall into eternal slumber with you by his side.

There was a stumble from outside the bathroom. Startled, you grabbed a towel and checked who was causing such noise. Your head poked out the door to see a mess of tactical gear and boots laid around the floor. Your gaze traveled up to an unmasked, large figure who stood above his equipment. It was only König, of course. No burglar would even try to breathe near your secured home knowing that a huge man would be by your side.

A tiring smile stretched across your face, welcoming König home. It has been a few days since he was assigned to stay in the offices and dear, he missed you so much. Coming home, it was unexpected to have you awake at 2 A.M. and taking a late shower. Though, König had no complaints to have your awakened self to hold him close. There were no words but simple actions that led him into the bathroom to share a hot shower. You went in first, embracing the rising heat of the water pouring onto your delicate skin. You could see your husband from the stained glass door; he shuffled out of his cargo pants and boxers. The fog and heat stuck onto the glass which blurred out the view of his revealing cock. Without further ado, he swung open the glass door and hopped right in with you. Black face paint washed off his face as he slightly moved you aside for the firing relaxation of the water. A chuckle escaped your lips, watching him slowly slump his shoulders down in utter peace.

König shot his face down to yours and examined your exposed body. His eyes roamed around your body as if his hands were running up on you. He looked at the dampness of your hair that fell onto your breasts. He was so tired but what was worse was his yearning for you rather than his exhaustion. Viewing you from above, he poked your soft tit. He slowly grabbed onto one of your breasts and squished it around, making you squeal under your breath. His meaty arm pulled your waist and jerked you forward to him. You bit your bottom lip, letting out an amused sigh at the feeling of your nipple perking up inside his palm. Blue eyes turned into a darker shade as he lowered his head to meet with your mouth. "I missed you, Y/n..." he mumbled, pressing himself onto you. His tongue jammed inside your mouth and desperately searched for the longing sweetness that he waited for. Both of his gentle hands began fondling with your wet tits, groping and pinching for the fleshy feeling.

This poor man was out in the bases, probably jerking himself out in his private rooms to the thought of you and your pretty ass up. Those secretly sent nudes in lingerie and videos of you finger-fucking yourself while moaning his name were not enough for him. He had his fantasies get the best of him and he just couldn't wait to have you all by himself. Little did you expect König to come back home to beat up your boobs and then proceed to have shower sex at 2 in the morning... he could wait but he isn't choosing to. His hands trailed down to your stomach and played with your tummy. He was breathing harshly as you stared into his icy irises full of horny love. While his joyful palms were distracting you, you came to realization of the slight touches and twitches of his growing dick that poked your thighs. "König..." you whispered, feeling a bit sorry of how desperate and miserable he was without you. Letting you go, he grabbed his cock and angled it at your opening. "Let me put it in-- can I put it in?" he stammered, eyes growing hazy while his breath became hotter than the water. You nodded quickly and swooped your arms around his neck.

König's head of his penis opened up your thick folds and fiddled with your clit. He moved further into your slit as both of you grunted from the teasing of his boner. Cupping your face, he shoved his erection inside your tense slot. He pressed himself onto you; your hardened tips of your tits brushed over his chest. You could feel the print of his abs caress over your tummy. Steadily, he adopted a tempo and began striding himself in with grunts and a rapid of motions. Suddenly, he grabbed onto your thighs and harshly lifted you up like a piece of cake, slamming you against the shower wall. "Ah! What-- König-" you yelped, afraid that you'll slip out from his arms. " 'M sorry Y/n.." he moaned, adjusting your legs and positioning your thighs perfectly open for him to enter. "Shiiit, ba--by-" he groaned mid sentence, shoving his cock into your hole out of instinct. "Oh god, König!" you yelled out, arching your back and tugging onto his hair. König swerved his way to your face and pecked your neck with smooches as he felt the vibration of your throat letting out melodic moans. The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed out the bathroom as he rammed his cock inside you, repeatedly hitting your g-spot in a rhythm. König felt so good to be back home and to be wrapped around you with your sensitive walls being stretched out. He kissed you all over and dug his face into your shoulder, practically hugging you. Your head hit the wall as you looked up at the ceiling, eyes rolling back to meet with your brain.

With no stops, he continued burying himself deep inside your pussy, hitting your cervix and forcing his way inside. Your thighs weakened and harshly slipped off of his grip but not to the point where you fell down. The small fall made you scream out the most lewdest noise, startling König. Arousal and extreme excitement rushed through your husband's blood from the sudden slippery slump of your body. His nails dug into your skin and scratched your waist, bruising your pelvis as he brought you up and down his cock. "You're so good, it feels so good-- so tight and so good for me..." he blabbered and praised, not even understanding his own sweet words. You soothed his back and sketched out those muscles while holding onto him for dear life as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. "Yes König... just like that..." he heard you say, watching your tongue loll out and your brows furrowing from his sex. Sounds of sloppy squelches of his sensitive dick rummaging in and out of you was like music to his ears. Right now, König could just drop from being a colonel to becoming a producer. He could be making songs out of your whimpers and the beat of his skin slapping against your ass.

Ecstasy overcame you as your thighs shut from the pleasuring thrusts of his length. Lustful groans escaped from him; you could feel himself trying to control his climax. Biting your lip and fluttering your lashes, you gave an expression of assurance and rising orgasm. "Gosh, Y/n-- 'm gonna cum.. god-- Y/n, you're taking me in so well--" he mumbled. Your legs trembled and flopped up and down from the powerful shoves and abuse of your pretty pussy. "Mmph! Ple--ase, König-- Inside me..." you mewed, tightening your hands on his back. He nodded and brought his face down to your shoulder, resting his cheek next to your ear. "Fuck-- wanna be a mommy?" he questioned in a sweet tone, impelling you harshly. "Oh god I missed you... 'm gonna cum so hard inside you--" he said, giving another horribly powerful thrust to your cervix. Your tits bounce to the pushing pattern, jaw falling agape as you felt him entering inside your cervix and carefully lifting your leg up for a better entrance while he hardened in you. You nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes.. I'm almost near.."

König held onto you like the world was gonna end at this heated moment. With one more slap of his skin engaging with the back of your thighs, he pushed himself deeper and released. A warm feeling gushed deeper inside of your holes, filling up your emptiness. With the rushing waves of his cum, your mouth dropped and your eyes closed shut while you also let out your liquids in sync with his. You squirmed around while a future with his children flashed in front of your eyes. König was breathing so heavily, his chest falling onto you with his grip trying to prevent your body from stumbling onto the floor. The heat of the water made his back burn red as he shielded the showerhead from you. "König, goodness König--" you moaned, repeating his name over and over until you couldn't hear your words. In a slow motion, he pressed up against you and picked up his previous pace. Was he really going to overstimulate you and rearrange your guts until you break? "Wait, hmph-- König--" you gargled out, choking on your spit. Holding him closer wasn't enough, you needed to get inside his skin and become one with him. His cock was still deep inside you as loads of cream flooded out from the slow and wavy motions of his body rocking against you.

Your walls clenched around his length, causing him to wince and moan out your name. "I'm sorry baby..." you huffed out. A few mutters were all that you heard. "God Y/n, take it all. Nghh- I can't get enough of you-- lemme fill you all the way up. I'll be a daddy..." König whispered with brows wrinkling down. Your hands gave up and slid down to his broad chest. Fastly, he yanked out his penis as creamy substances pooled onto the shower floor. You flinched and nearly passed out from the temperature while your legs hung out from the sides of his arms. Drowsiness was flowing in your bones until König rubbed the peak of your hooded clit, making you jump in this uncomfortable position. After hours of assignments and nearly two weeks of work, you were the one to be tired instead of your colonel husband who was working on missions. He dragged you off of him and held onto your waist, preventing you from falling down to your knees. He was indeed a large man, handling you as if you were light as a feather. "...Let me wash you." he muttered, kissing the damp top of your head and embracing you in a warming hug...

[yawnderu]

I wanna nerd out a bit about the new operator (3-headed Ghost) because I just bought him and I can't stop looking at him.

While he is a bizarre combination of limbs from the TF141 members, he's listed as a member of KorTac, a private military contractor in the game known for having the bad guys, including Makarov, Graves, and some Konni soldiers. As of now, all the information of the operator appears as [REDACTED].

The masks he wears are arranged in chronological order following the events of the campaign, starting from the one on the right side, worn by Simon during Grave's betrayal. The mask in the middle is from the cinematic where Simon and Johnny meet up with Rodolfo again to rescue Alejandro, and the mask on the left side is from another cinematic, where Ghost's team eventually defeats Shadow Company.

He has five arms, two of which belong to Simon and are located on the right side of his body. On the left side of his body, two of the three arms are mutated together, and one of the arms belongs to Soap -easily recognizable by his SAS tattoo-, grasping Price's arm, while Gaz's arm is on the back.

Some of the accessories he wears include Gaz's cap,

Price's scarf,

and Farah's headband.

While he is listed as a KorTac operator, still attached to it can be seen a United Kingdom Special Forces patch on Ghost's arm.

Another curious fact is that the solitary arms on the back (belonging to Simon and Gaz) and Simon's head do not stop twitching, to the point it looks rather painful, as the head twitches force his entire body to move as well.

When you're in the selection screen, the Alone operator examines his mutated arm for a few seconds before moving on.

[sombrashe]

ovulating and simply being in the vicinity as the 141

Maybe you're part of the 141 and as the only newbie you feel overwhelmed by the job and the fluttering of your cunt or maybe you're simply their neighbor, staying on base to finish college while your parents serve

No matter the reason the simple waft of Gaz's cologne, the way Soap's muscles contract as he does pushups in the front yard or how Ghost gives you a stiff nod whenever you catch him doing yard work in the early morning always has you clenching around nothingness

Your panties sticking to your soaked cunt always has heat plastered to your face as you try to make normal conversation with the three men, their oldest member frequently on base working on the next mission

Something you only know because you couldn't stop rambling one night last month trying to get out of his intoxicating smell as fast as possible

Finally they notice something is wrong, all these months of seeing and talking to you after finishing your daily walk without incident to these random intervals of being unable to form coherent sentences as you attempt to get away from them as fast as possible

"'re 'ou okay, lovie? 'Ou seem outta it today."

You give a forced nod, the natural muskiness of Ghost wafting into your nose and only making you clench your thighs tighter

When Gaz and Soap join him you can't stop the groan of annoyance that comes out of your mouth, they have to know what they're doing at this point

A pointed look and you're blurring out nonsense, "No, yes. Yes i'm fine. I mean I need to go, sorry. I have to take care of myself- No wait I mean something. I need to take care of something."

Raised eyebrow, a simple smirk and a short laugh from Soap have you pulling at the hem of your shirt

"Well, if ya need any 'elp takin' care of yerself, bonnie. You know where to find us, yeah?"

[cod-dump]

König: I once had a sniper trained on Sergeant MacTavish

Horangi: And he's still alive. Why didn't you shoot him?

König: He looked at me

Horangi: ... he looked at you?

König: I was over three hundred meters away and he MADE EYE CONTACT WITH ME THROUGH THE SCOPE

Horangi:

Horangi: You're right, he is scarier than Ghost