#laswell mw2

[blingblong55]

I can see her -141

Reader found out its lesbian visibility week....

R/N: why is everyone making memes about lesbians?

Gaz: it's lesbian visibility week

Soap: Price made it clear last week

Ghost: it was even on his weekly newsletter

R/N: does that mean I can finally see Laswell?

Soap: ....w-what?

R/N: lesbians aren't invisible this week, isn't that right?

Gaz: *sighs* I don't think you get it

R/N: why do they make lesbians invisible!? *cries*

Price: *walking in with Laswell, sees R/N and walks back out with her*

R/N: oh my god she won't be seen again! *sobs*

[verdantcreek]

happy lesbian LASWELL visibility week 💕

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Reader who joins the 141. (I.e something silly)

They take one look at you and laugh.

Soap tries on the usual charming disarming flirtation.

Gaz tries to ease you in, being sweet as pie.

Ghost fucking glowers at you.

Price just observes you from afar.

You have to stop yourself from smirking at their behaviour.

It’s like they don’t see anything but for the fact you have breasts.

But you disarm ordinance faster than Soap knows is possible.

You outshoot Gaz on the range and in tactical scenarios.

You sneak up on Ghost in the Sennybridge tunnels.

None of them can figure you out.

Price knows what kind of person you are yet you still one up him with your management skills.

You’ve managed to get the team to fight amongst themselves over who could beat you in X or Y contest.

You chuckle as you place tender little kisses to Kate’s lips.

“So, when are we telling them I’m your wife?” You ask as you dip your fingers below the waist of her sweatpants.

“Never,” Kate responds as she lets out a soft sigh as your fingers ghost along her clothed cunt, “I like to keep them guessing.”

[ledgersmountain]

“oh but she likes him-” she doesn’t, she’s literally married and doesn’t give a fuck to price romantically, she doesn’t flirt in the game BECAUSE SHE LOVES HER WIFE.

shipping her with a man while she’s canonically married to a WOMAN only invalidates wlw women.

“i smoke, my wife hates it”

amazing how always woman who are dating or married with another woman is invalidated, is always shipped with a man, this is tiring.

🫶

[zoruxsblog]

Laswell : how was your sleep last night y/n

Y/n, who spent their whole night listening to Ghost's dad jokes : ...good

[3archangelsaints]

It's been months since he'd been home, Laswell had done her best to keep up with how you were feeling whilst 141 was after Makarov. You were good, you were running every day, you got a dog called Soap, ironically, he was both your best friend as much as Simon's.

He'd look at Ghost like he knew, everything, as if Soap was looking back at him through the dog. The last time Ghost left, Soap had whined and nipped at Simon, tugging the mask. He never did that before. Never.

It was weird, and unnerving, but when he came home, to low whines and scratching at the bathroom door, his heart dropped, and he broke the door down, to see you in the bathtub, pale, and cold and stained with the one colour he hated at home. Red.

He knew at that moment you were dead, Soap had jumped into the bathtub, nudging your lifeless head with whines.

He called Price and next moment they were all here, police officers and paramedics arriving. 141, still in uniforms, and there was an anger building within all of them. It was breaking their entire lives. Soap had to be tugged from your body, Simon washed his fur after things had cleared up.

Soap took comfort in Simon's strict words as he took him out for a walk. They walked to the cliff side where they'd released the ashes, and Soap seemed to calm down, looking out at the distance panting. He looked at Simon, barking excitedly, tail wagging.

[diejager]

Just the boys and König finding sh scars on reader, and/or helping them stitch a wound? Platonic, if possible

I’m gonna make the assumption (I might be horribly wrong about this…) that sh means self-harm???

Cw: Self-harm, blood, scars, protective behaviour, helicopter parent (Price and Laswell), angst?, fluff?, stitches, tell me if I missed any.

There’s a certain level of… panic in their eyes, the rising waves of fright until it threatened to drown them in a thick and dark abyss, swallowing their minds whole at the single fear of losing you to something they could have stopped; prevention they thought, a plan B in case plan A failed, but if they didn’t know, how could they have time to set it up? König almost had a heart attack when he broke the door at Gaz’s call, finding you slumped against the bathroom door, one hand on the door knob and another - the bloodied one - limply clutching your phone, eyes blinking blearily at them, clouded in confusion and fatigue. 

It didn’t take them long to call the rest, rushing you to the infirmary after your accident, cutting too deep and risking death from your slight slip of the hand. Laswell and Price were called, finding the four of them seated beside you after they stormed into the sterile room. You looked ashamed, not about the act of cutting yourself to feel more than the depression and darkness in your heart, but the act of being caught, letting them know of your… ways to refresh your mind. The shameful tilt of your head downwards, staring with heavy eyes at your bandaged wrist, cleaned and stitched up. 

Ghost had forced your sleeves up, rolling them until your biceps to show the extent of it, the many lines, crisscrossing in old and jagged lines of paler skin, standing starkly from the usual flush. He wasn’t disappointed at you, never, from a person who cut themselves to another, he was more so disappointed in himself from not catching the signs —a dark omen of pain and sorrow, forgetting that he was blinded by your happy smile to catch the tired gleam in your eyes. 

Both he and König knew the pain, the new scars that no one asked for, but kept adding and adding until it would eventually tear your arm off, limb from limb, piece by piece until you lost the will to keep on. He took on smoking instead, as self-destructive as cutting was, but the thicket of nicotine would calm his loud mind, and König had a therapist, someone he was… willing to talk to when things got too hard. They understood and felt, but failed you all the same, despite everything they vowed, they almost lost you because they were too blind to see past your thin mask. 

It was a feeling shared by the two sergeants, the more sensitive and sympathetic of the bunch, more in tune with heartfelt affection and human socialisation than the others, and the two weren’t afraid to voice it. The anger at themselves, the rage that crossed Soap’s face when he curled his fingers, bleeding his palms in the same manner you bled your feelings, hidden and alone in your dark room, bathroom and floor stained in the iron-rich ichor. 

Gaz made a face, lips pulled down, brows pinched and eyes wet, tears fluttering at the edge of his lashes. He was a soft man, feeling and sympathetic, nearing empathetic whenever he wanted to feel what you felt, but in a crisis like this, where the thought had crossed his mind once or twice, but never acted it, he was lost. Confused and afraid, a daze where he thought that - perhaps - was how you felt when he wasn’t there to ease your pain, ignorant of the subtle signs of agony in your heart, screaming for help when your mouth wouldn’t utter a single word. 

Price and Laswell hovered, combat helicopters roaming around you for any danger, watchful and worried, confident in their helping hand, but worried you would need help. Wanting to help, but afraid that needing it would mean something much deeper, and today was just the boiling point of it, the discovery of your sorrow and their dread and disgust at their inactivity. Laswell had made a few phone calls, her voice hushed as she spoke, eyeing Price for corrections and agreements until they came to the same consensus. 

If you hadn’t known any better, you would have considered them your parents, loving and caring, tender and affectionate, just as the rest of them, all friends and teammates you considered brothers. Yet, there was a stigma to it, one imposed by normal people that made you feel a certain way. Perhaps that why you hadn’t spoke about it, the dreadful need to keep it hidden until it was forced into the light. 

“You don’t have to do it alone anymore, luv,” Price promised, his low and rumbling voice that exhumed calm tenderness.

That was all it took you to sob, a dam creaking and breaking, letting your tears flood outwards while you clutched at the lapel of his jacket, hiding away in the familiar musk and cologne of his parental figure.

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[sprout-fics]

Laswell Appreciation Post

Can we talk about how amazing this woman is for a moment?

Laswell is a high level intelligence analyst with over a decade of experience in and off the field. Her acumen for statecraft and spyfare is incredible. This woman graduated Suma Cum Laude from Cornell, has a Master's degree in strategic intelligence analysis and studied Near East linguistics at the American University of Beirut. She speaks fluent Arabic, knows her way around weapons, and once broke a terrorist's neck with her bare hands.

(LOOK AT HER!)

Her bio says that Laswell rewrote the book on unconventional information warfare, climbed the ranks and became her own female mentor. She's survived a terrorist bombing, became a station chief, refused to testify before a senate hearing, was in charge of a SAD blacksite, and has been credited with saving tens of thousands of lives.

-and that's just the stuff from her bio.

Laswell is a support character during the entire series, but without her the entire story would crumble. Laswell is the one to recruit Price to find the missing Russian chemicals in MW2019. She is the one to find Hassan in MW2022. She is the one who went out in the field herself to see the job is done correctly. All of the information that 141, Alex and Farah, and Los Vaqueros act upon comes directly from Laswell. Hell, this woman got captured by Al-Qatala in the process of trying to find the missing missiles. Laswell is the one to find out how Shadow Company and Shepherd lost them in the first place. She's the one who tugs on the Russian thread and reveals the villain of MW2023, Makarov.

Laswell's achievements are often overshadowed by the plot and gameplay, but goddamn is she such a great example of a powerful female character, and an older one at that! (Note, older refers to being older than many female heroines in their 20's, not to be confused with being old.) I can't think of an instance in any of the games where she is sexualized or objectified, and even when she is kidnapped she's shown not as a damsel in distress, but as a woman who can hold her own as soon as the time is right. Plus, what does she do immediately after being rescued? Goes straight back to business and figures out the real root of the campaign.

I admit I'm fairly surprised to see such a well written female character in a series that historically caters to men. The writers for the game did a fantastic job in creating an absolutely amazing character who is skilled, well-rounded, and extremely compelling. Please hear it for the queen herself!

Also gay rights to Laswell and her wife specifically 💅

[antomatkoen]

doodles of kate laswell and my rendition of her wife, michelle‼️

ouuuuergggg i love them i headcanon that the scarf kate wears was made by michelle :3

[ghosties--writing]

Laswell and Price talking about you...

Laswell: "Do you trust them?"

Price: "No... but I trust their anger."

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

It's a proxy war, John. We're all just pawns in this.

[cynthplop]

laswell being cool content: where? 

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Tf141 and you taking a bubble bath.

Minors DNI 18+ content but not super explicit.

Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Price, Laswell (reader is AFAB/has a vagina)

Gaz gets in the tub with you, insisting on laying you back against his chest while he cops a feel helps you wash. He almost always ends up convincing you to ride him while he plays with your clit.

Ghost leaves you to it but sends you messages frequently asking if you need anything. Top up of your drink? A snack? A magazine? His dick? (He gets horny over your soapy body in the tub, so he keeps making excuses to come and check in on you)

Soap sits on the floor next to the tub and talks to you about your day. Constantly feeling you up whenever he can. He loves just burying his fingers inside you as you soak. He would get in the tub with you but doesn’t like sitting still in hot water that long. He just likes seeing you all flushed and blissed out. If he can make you come on his fingers while you relax, well that’s just a bonus.

John helps you shave and washes your back from outside the tub. He sometimes gets in with you but his broad frame is so large he’s often just a little cramped. He shampoos and conditions your hair (or just gives you massages if that’s more appropriate). He just enjoys the quiet and the intimacy bathing brings you both.

Kate sits at the other end of the tub, both of you doing your own thing while trading touches under the water. It’s a shared pleasure of yours as you just let the stress melt away. You almost always end up with one of you straddling the other sharing tender kisses before you relent and fuck each other senseless in bed soon after.

[blingblong55]

Worth it- 141 & Laswell

pic credits: @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot (left)and @ave661 (middle)

Based on a request: Wait, wait, first of all hope you're doing well and make sure to drink a glass of water if you haven't already. Cozy? Yeah? Okay, Can I request something (you can choose whether it's a HCor not,etc etc) on how TF141 would react to meeting a teen boy around 15-16, who's like a genius in engineering, mathematics, and physics? Like the boy could legitimately build a rocket if he had the time, help and materials. Maybe the meet him because he got in trouble with the government for unknowingly making a weapon? Maybe he made it for a class assignment and it was stolen without his knowledge? Whatever you think makes sense here. Leaving space for you to enter your own creative thoughts, just the general idea of it. The boy is based on a character of mine from a book I'm writing, his name his Michael, but ofc you can switch that up however you wish. Have fun with this one Ignore if it doesn't sound fun to ya <3 ---- M!Reader, genius!reader, platonic!relationship? ----

A/N: drank enough water, thanks for the reminder <3

Y/N, the name of the unknown internet user that had been chased by many governments and caught by the one and only Task Force 1-4-1.

You created something so dangerous that no one believed Laswell when she told her bosses the age you had when you started all this. You created the one thing most geniuses working for the government didn't know existed outside of the numbers and graphs they had done for it. At first, the FBI had named you un-sub A. Now, they can finally put a name to the unknown face.

How were you caught? Well, it wasn't easy, let's start there. When all this mess began, you were no older than fifteen. You are practically a ticking bomb to the government so when they heard that someone was asking the right questions to chemists around your city, they began to search for you. Laswell at the time was on a small break from work but the journals you had left in your parent's home when you ran away one rainy day.

In the journals, Laswell found all she needed to have a task force assigned to find you. She called it Operation Mikey, the name was just to fill in the void of the one thing she couldn't find, you.

Your parents weren't much help in giving your name, hence why Mikey became a temporary replacement. With them high off any drug and you on the run with the rest of your journals, Price was tasked with finding you and making sure you were secured in their care.

For three months, you ran away. Moving to different cities and continuing your research of the chemical weapon you fabricated in your bedroom, the same one Laswell had locked in a laboratory somewhere in the capital of the country.

In month four, you found an abandoned building in the middle of the desert. That's where your laboratory, if you can call it that, began.

For months after that, you collected data and it wasn't until nine months later that Soap found you trading chemicals with some scientist that you were caught.

Once you were brought in, they had realised so much about you. You were way younger than what their profile had thought of, much more intelligent than they'd think a person your age was and so skilled in engineering, mathematics, and physics.

"Why didn't we find his information sooner," Laswell questions her bosses. "Kid was never even registered by his parents." The man on the phone answers. "How the hell did he even get this kind of education then?" She asks again but you had that answer.

"My parents just bought me books and hired a weird guy from the street to teach me anything," you respond and Price chuckles. "Bullshit, kid. Now tell us, how the hell did you get all of these journals?" He points to the evidence bags. Your research of months now being read by other scientists.

"I am the creator of them, not let me go," you protest against Ghost's grip on you. "No chance," Price barks. "What's your real name?" Laswell asks you. "Y/N," you answer knowing it was either this or get thrown in some federal prison.

"And you created this weapon? do you have any idea how dangerous it is to create something like this? How many people it would take to create a mathematical concept and then make it into a physical form?"

"It's not that hard, lady," you answer with an attitude. Were people this dumb?

It took hours, lots of bribing and one request from Soap and Gaz to give you food for you to open up. What? you are a teenager who needs enough food for growth, of course, you'll talk once they give you food. Talking and having to dumb it down took hours though. After all, how can you explain to hardheaded soldiers about probability theory, and why it mattered so much to your project that it took ten trials and two journals worth of failed work to get?

Laswell was more than impressed, no seriously, she was like a proud mother listening to you explain every page and even give notes in only a way that a teenage boy would to idiotic adults like them. She thought it was so adorable how a boy your age would throw nerdy jokes into the explanations and how she watched you be the only one to laugh at them.

Ghost would often smile when you'd give a snarky comment to Price. Don't get him started on the chuckles he let out when you threw a few old man jokes at Price or made comments on Soap's weird hairstyle. The comments towards Gaz were funny but also adorable how you tried to find more reasons to get him annoyed.

Price thought of his son who was about your age when you'd get excited over your most recent discovery for the weapon you had created. It was nice to know that behind all that matter in your head, you were still a kid. It was even nicer when you'd make the jokes no one understood but secretly, Price's nerdy self understood some jokes.

Gaz saw his younger brother in you, which is why even when you made jokes at his expense, he would let them pass. The way you looked at him when having to explain things was nice in some way but it was way funnier when you called Soap the smart one of all four for being able to understand the way bombs work better than anyone and then have Ghost shake his head and tell you, "that man is just a muppet, don't believe what we tell you about his work."

Soap was fascinated by you for sure. Just like Price, he understood some of the jokes, even the cheesy puns you made about certain elements. He liked you, it was something fresh from the people he usually deals with.

The team, for the past few days, grew to adore the nerdy man you are. Yeah, you teased and even called them out on wrong facts but it was new. It's good to have someone so intelligent and be so honest with them this time. What was funny is that you know so much about many topics few understand but you don't know much about real life outside of the nerdy realm you live in. It's a nice feeling when passing by Laswells office you find a framed picture of the day Ghost and the other men of the team taught you about hunting and even how to play baseball, something you sucked at in the beginning but have gotten better over time.

It's like having four funny, serious, and cool dads and an amazing mum whilst being taken care of at the base the team called home.

A/N: I hope this was somewhat okay and good luck on your book!

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[obsessivelullabies]

warnings. female reader, threesome, dom!laswell, dom!price, sub!reader, smut, 18+, strapon, praise. unedited. (please hear me out)

you had a strange relationship with your superiors. currently, your captain, price, had his large hands dug into your hips, his face in between your plush thighs, teasingly flicking and circling your clit.

laswell was teasing your nipples, gently kissing and licking them. your moans filled the room, you squirmed under their touch. you babbled incoherently, shivers of pleasure running through you.

“use your words, pretty girl.” laswell whispered to you, “tell us what you want.”

“more,” you begged.

both of them were cocky, they knew exactly what you needed. price moved to sit beside you in the bed, laswell found her way between your legs, aligning her purple strap to slowly thrust into your needy cunt.

price’s fingers rubbed your clit as laswell slowly thrusted into you, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

“takin’ it so well, sweetie.” price encouraged your delicate state, your moans almost drowning out his praise.

you came fast, your body shivering and shaking as you practically shrieked for them. the two rode out your orgasm, whispering sweet nothings to you.

laswell gently pulled out, your essence covering her strap and leaking onto the sheets.

price smirked to himself. “so pathetic,” he mocked. “my turn, lovie.”

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[shy-marker-pliers]

evil 141 (+ laswell)