141 and what their patient file looks like
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summary: This is what I imagine everyone's favorite pharmacist as well as medics see when they look at 141's medical file.
Based on this pharmacist and 141 interactions
pairing: Task Force 141 x medic!Reader
warnings: medical/pharmacy terminology, medical inaccuracies, swearing, depiction of wounds, mention of substance use disorder and abuse
PMH - Past medical history - the total sum of a patient's health status prior to the presenting problem
FH - Family history - contributing family history, generally parents and siblings
SH - Social history - contributing social behavior and routine
a/n: not canon at all! this is just a reference for me
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Height: 1.88 m (6' 2'')
Weight: 93 kg (205 lbs)
Blood type: O+
Extensive physical injuries
21+ stab wounds - 2 required antibiotics for recurrent infection
9x bullet wound - 5x in the extremities, 4x in the chest (no perforation of vital organs), healed without complication
5x abrasion collar - 1 near right eyebrow became infected following medical eval and stitches
3x diagnosed concussion
Previously evaluated for tinnitus and hearing loss
Father - deceased at 76 from liver disease - 50 pack years, mycardial infarction (x2)
Mother - deceased at 84 due to chronic heart failure (CHF) -Glaucoma, asthma, CHF
Sister - Sports induced asthma, hypothyroidism
Negative family history of diabetes, hypertension, and cancer
Smokes - 30 pack years
Drinks regularly - 4-5 hard liquor each weekend; 1 glass of whiskey occasionally
Physically active - Enjoys recreational activities such as hiking, swimming, and biking
Has 1 dog, currently under the care of pt's younger sister
History of monogynous long term relationships, currently single
Medication list + indications
Amoxicillin/Clavulanic acid 625mg - Infection
Morphine 15mg + Ketamine 3mg - IV - Pain
Paracetamol 750mg - Pain
Buproprion SR 150mg - Smoking cessation - not-taking est 2004
Aspirin allergy - Reaction: hives and asthma - ONLY PRESCRIBE PARACETAMOL
No environmental, food, or animal allergies
Patient has denied smoking cessation options
Height: 1.88 m (6' 2'')
Weight: 91 kg (200 lbs)
Blood type: O+
7x stab wound - 6 required antibiotics for recurrent infection, 2 MRSA resistant
2x bullet wound - 2x in lower extremities, healed with no complication
6x abrasion collar
2x broken collar bone - healed, with no complication
Lactose sensitivity - Recurrent IBS if ingested
Chipped first left molar following opening a beer with teeth
Father deceased at 68 due to heart failure - Type 2 Diabetes Mellitus, high cholesterol
Mother - Stage I HTN (hypertension)
Sister #1 - Postpartum depression, generalized anxiety disorder
Sister #2 - Elevated cholesterol/triglycerides
Brother - No known chronic health issues
Positive family history of diabetes and hypertension, but no cancer
Drinks regularly and heavily - 8-12 beers and 2-3 glasses of hard liquor each weekend; 1 glass of scotch occasionally
Smokes socially - 5 pack years
Close relationship with family, has 4 dogs at home under the care of pt's mothers
Avid fan of The Glasgow Football Club
Medication list + indications
Clindamycin 300mg with ciprofloxacin 400mg - Infection
Amoxicillin/Clauvanic acid 625mg - Infection
Vancomycin 18mg/kg - MRSA resistant infection
Paracetamol 500mg - Pain
Morphine 15mg IV - Pain
Doxycycline 100mg - Acne discontinued in 2004
Insect stings - Observed anaphylaxis to childhood bee sting
Patient demonstrates medication non-adherence, counsel ESPECIALLY with antibiotics
Scored 6 on Alcohol use disorders identification test for consumption (AUDIT C)
Height: 1.86 m (6' 1'')
Weight: 93 kg (205 lbs)
Blood type: B-
3x stab wound - healed, no complications
1x broken collar bone
2x broken femur
Diagnosed concussion - evaluated in Oct. '19
Father - Type 1 Diabetes, high cholesterol
Mother - Vitiligo, Stage 3 breast cancer
Positive family history of maternal cancer and diabetes, but no hypertension
Social drinker - 3-4 beers each weekend
Does not smoke
Physically active - Enjoys morning and evening runs
Enjoys spicy food and tries to introduce into diet
When on leave, enjoys attending concerts and music festivals
Medication list + indications
Piriteze 10mg - Allergic rhinitis
Fluticasone Propionate - 93 mcg/actuation - Allergic rhinitis
Paracetamol 500mg - Pain
Seasonal - Pollen and pet dander
β-Lactam allergy - Reaction: anaphylaxis evaluated in '19
Height: Weight: 1.93 m (6' 4'')
WeighT: 100 kg (220 lbs)
Blood type: AB-
Extensive cuts and scarring to entire body
4+ stab wounds - healed, no complications
Gun shot to lower abdomen - healed, no complications, evaluated in Nov. '22
13+ collar abrasion
2x broken nose
Childhood injury of broken tibia and large toe
Psych eval - History of depression and post traumatic stress disorder, childhood history indicates emotional and physical abuse
Father - status unknown Diagnosed alcohol use disorder
Brother - deceased, cause of death non-contributory - Substance use disorder
Mother - deceased, cause of death non-contributory - Hypertension, thrombophilia (blood clotting disorder)
Positive family history of hypertension, but no diabetes or cancer
Social drinker - 3-4 glasses of hard liquor each weekend
Smokes socially - 10 pack years
Physically active - Enjoys nightly walks
Psych eval - Other squad members act as his emotional support
Expressed interest in cats and tattoo art (FLAGGED: Further input and comments from other medical professionals would be appreciated)
Medication list + indications
Paracetamol 1000mg - Pain
Amoxicillin/Clavulanic acid 625mg - Infection
Morphine 20mg + Ketamine 4.5mg IV - Pain
Mafenide acetate 5% topical - Antimicrobial, burn wounds
Fluoxetine 20mg twice daily - Depression - not taking est 2001
NKDA - No known drug allergies
No environmental, food, or animal allergies
Psych recommends evaluation of a pet, such as cat, for pt while on leave
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You’ve just moved in with Simon. Great.
There’s one slight problem, though: Due to the nature of his work, the guy interprets everything as an order. And executes accordingly.
You sit on the kitchen’s table, enjoying breakfast together, when you notice the full trash bin.
“The trash needs to be taken out,” you casually mention.
But, to your surprise, Simon shoots up from his chair like a coiled spring, leaving his half-eaten food behind. “Roger that,” he responds and jogs towards the trash bin, leaving you baffled.
He stands in attention and turns to face you. “Yes?”
“You don’t have to do it right now.”
“When do you want it done?” he asks, waiting for your next command.
“Wh-whenever you can,” you reply, uncertain how else to phrase it.
“I can do it now,” Simon declares and proceeds to the trash bin.
“Babe, we’re eating.” You say and point at the semi-eaten food on the kitchen table.
He looks at the food, then back at you. He shrugs.
“No,” you state, “Come sit down and finish your breakfast first.”
He nods as if Price just gave him the objectives for his next mission and jogs to the table to resume his breakfast.
He’s always like this. Last week, you found a cockroach running in the bathroom, and you screamed so loud that he almost kicked the door. When he asked you what you wanted him to do, your first instinct was a very loud and clear “KILL IT!” without thinking about your statement’s repercussions. He chased it around, murmuring stuff like “Target’s on the move” and other nonsense until he trapped the cockroach in a corner. He stepped on it once and twisted his foot. The cockroach was dead. Gone. Kaput. But he wanted to do it again, to “confirm the kill.” When you told him there was no need since the cockroach was already a pulp and left you all to a better place, he refused and ordered an “evac” of the bathroom to “do it properly.” And when you asked if “properly” meant an AK-47 and camo apparel, he thought about it long and hard before agreeing that further escalation would be unnecessary.
Be it his ingrained behaviour as a soldier to execute orders, deeply rooted within his system, or his fear not to let you down, he was finding it difficult to leave his work duties at the door. He always carried them inside—in the living room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. He acted like Ghost, not Simon. Everything was a matter of order to him, and there was no time for relaxation.
But it doesn’t have to be like this; you want him to know that. He doesn’t have to be so rigid at home. He can relax and take a step back from his institutionalised habits.
To prove your point, you decide to give him another instruction, this time more indirectly.
You glance at the sink; some pans are picking out from making breakfast this morning.
“Oh boy,” you moan, trying to pull off an act, “we have to clean the dishes at some point.”
He raises his head to look at the kitchen sink, then sides-eyes you.
“Any particular time you want that done?” He asks, ironically.
“I said ‘at some point’, Simon,” you snap, “there’s no urgency.”
“You also said we ‘have’ to do it,” he snaps back. “‘Have to’ has some sort of urgency in it, doesn’t it?”
You chuckle, impressed by his attention to detail. “You’re right, but it’s more of a general statement,” you reply. “We can do it whenever it’s convenient.”
Simon processes your words and nods.
You stare at him while he eats, and you feel a tug at your heart, urging you to address the underlying issue on your mind. You take a deep breath, searching for the right words to express your feelings without offending him. You reach out and touch his arm to grab his attention. He turns to face you.
“You’re so dedicated to what you do; it’s one of the things I love about you,” you begin, “but our home should be a place where we can both unwind and be ourselves without feeling like we’re constantly on a mission.”
He furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” he asks.
You take a moment to collect your thoughts, wanting to explain them in a way that resonates with him.
“Well, when you jump to fulfil every request or task like it’s an order, it sometimes feels like we’re always on duty,” you explain gently. “I want us to create a more relaxed atmosphere here, where we can enjoy each other’s company and take things at a slower pace.”
He thinks about it for a while.
“Am I doing that?” He asks.
You slowly nod with a gentle smile.
“Affirmative,” he replies, “I’ll try to take it down a notch.”
“No ‘roger’, no ‘affirmative’, nothing like that is needed here,” you explain.
“Is ‘alright’ alright?” He asks.
“Yes,” you smile, “alright is alright.”
He finishes his breakfast and puts his dish in the sink.
“So,” he says, pointing one hand at the dirty dishes and the other at the bin. “Is there any particular order in which you want these two to be done?”
You smile. “No, babe; you take out the trash, and I’ll do the dishes.”
“Underst-alright, alright.” He corrects himself and walks to the garbage. He ties up the bag’s strings and picks up the bin. He spots you looking at him.
“Am I doing something wrong?” He hesitates.
“Why are you taking the entire bin with you?”
He keeps looking at you and places the bin on the floor.
“Just in case the bag’s ripped,” he explains, “I don’t want to spill garbage juice on the floor.”
“Should I take the bag only?” He asks and begins to remove it from the bin.
“No… that’s pretty smart, actually.”
He raises his eyebrows and points a thumb at himself.
“Yes, Simon,” you nod and smile, “you’re pretty smart and considerate. I’ll carry out the same procedure while on trash bin duty.”
He puffs up his chest and picks up the bin with the bag in it.
“I’m dedicated, smart and considerate.” You hear him boast to himself as he walks towards the exit, ready to execute his mission.
He was a monster in the flesh, power and magic cursed into his body, he was a beast in the skin of man hidden under the drobe of a military man and a veil. Under the facade of an anxious yet powerfully ranked operator, he was power incarnate, a creature of darkness and menace. Under the haze of anger or hunger, his ice - the palest you’d ever seen - blue eyes turned red, a bright crimson that mimicked blood in the dark ended shroud of his sclera. Under his protective veil were long, moist and strong limbs, tentacles tipped with sensitive suckers that attached to everything they touched.
He was big and strong, his palms he size of your face when he gaze down at you, his imposing and ever hungry gleam stuck on your figure, naked and tied to the headboard. You were at his mercy in and outside your shared room. He hungered like a famished wolf, crazed eyes and devouring touch, wandering the scarred expanse of your chest, rough calloused fingers pulling at your swollen nubs.
He could be gentle and loving, a romantic lover, if he wanted, but he was hungry, caresses hurried, hold tight and thrusts rough. He growled into your ear, whispering the filthiest slurs on earth and over when he plowed into you. His tentacles held your face, curling around your throat, threatening to tighten his hold and deprive you of air; and you simply bared yourself, body oozing of thrust and respect for the man you loved.
The slick texture of his tentacles made you shiver, the trails of mucus he left of you with agile and purposeful motion. He liked the warmth of your mouth, lips closing around a muscle or two that writhed inside of you while your tongue flicked over the sensitive suckers. They twitched and latched onto your tongue, curling around it and thrusting into the back of your throat. You gagged but never complained, he loved it, so let him do it.
Although his gaze was animalistic, feral to the point of derangement, he looked at you with adoration, love and amazement that you could love a being like him. It warmed his heart through the roughness of his hips, rocking and rolling them until you gasped and mewled around his tentacle, until your hole tightened around him in a vice, clinging onto the edge of your pleasure.
He was hungry and feral, but he always put you first, you were his priority in every aspect of his immortal life, the human he would want to form an unbreakable bond that would transcend time and space itself. König, the king of kings, gave you his heart as you gave yours to him, a fair exchange made under his and your team’s watchful gaze.
A/N: Female reader, just a lil dumb idea that I played around with @lululandd
Summary: The group of you head out for a 'team building' exercise of mini golf. A rather frequent occurrence and this time, Gaz has selected a blacklight theme venue. It's a real shame about that quickie you had with Ghost prior.
Word count: 2674
Parked in the dark safety of an alleyway, the night sky worked well in making the tinted windows of the car darker. A match made in heaven, no one would really notice what occurred inside. His hand wrapped around your throat, an anchor as you moved on top of him. This hadn’t been a planned thing, rushed and full of urgency the pair of you only had about ten minutes total before you would be irritatingly late. Head tilted back, your eyes were closed with a drunk expression spread across your face. He watched as your lips parted and allowed small moans to escape your lips. Your hands were planted steadily on his shoulders while your hips rolled in circles.
Ghost's pants were barely open, just enough for his cock to be comfortably free, buried deep inside of you. Your underwear was pushed to the side while your skirt covered the pair of you. His neck gaiter had pulled down to expose his face to you. A light squeeze around your neck had your eyes crack open and met his. Despite being in the dark, you could see the warm brown of his eyes that gazed into yours.
Your hips didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Each roll, each movement of your hips had pleasure swell inside of you. So deep and incredibly full you swore you could feel him in your chest. “Simon.” You panted out his name, obvious that your second climax was near. A climax that he was determined to join you on. His large hand directed your throat towards him until you were close enough for him to plant his lips on yours once again. It was a wet messy kiss, hardpressed as you pushed your chest against his.
Simon's free arm wrapped around your waist and you could feel the way he bucked up into you. So close, there wasn’t any real rhythm to his movements, not anymore. “Simon.” You pulled back slightly and gasped against his lips while your nails dug into his shoulders.
“That's it, that's it, pretty girl. Come for me.” His voice was gruff, full of lust as he slammed into you. He pulled you hard down against his cock while you came. It was an action that finalized his own end. Inside, his cock throbbed. He groaned out as his eyes shut, his dick filling you up with as much seed as you could possibly take. It spilled over the edges of your cunt and a small amount leaked onto the edges of his pants.
Loud pants echoed from the pair of you which turned into a light laugh from you when you let go of him and blinked. “Fuck.” You ran a hand through your hair as smiled at the man, joy written across your face. The same joy was reflected across Simon's face and he let go of your throat. His hand drifted down to your thighs and lightly rubbed the top of them under your skirt. An action that you had done to him ten minutes prior that had started everything.
“You alright?” He raised a brow and you nodded.
“Yeah, just needed a second. What time is it? We should get going.” You asked and his eyes flickered to his watch.
“Let's get you cleaned up first.” The driver-side door clicked open and with one hand he gave in a push. A shutter of cold air had you gasp out and Ghost gave you a small look of sympathy. He swivelled around so his feet were planted on the ground outside. It gave you an easy way to get off his lap. The second you remove yourself from his softening cock, the pair of you both let out a groan while his seed was quick to dribble down the inside of your thighs. Your eyes fell to cock which fell to the side while Ghost leaned over to the passenger side of the car and grabbed your jacket.
“Here, before you catch a cold.”
“Thanks.” You shrugged it on while he opened the glove compartment for tissues. His focus on you, he wiped away the two lines from your thighs while you adjusted your underwear back into place. It would catch the rest of his seed, it would be wet against your cunt but a piece of you didn’t really mind. You found your phone in the pocket of your jacket and pulled it out while Simon cleaned himself up and tucked his cock away.
“Where did Gaz say this place was by the way?” Your eyes flicked up from your phone when he got out of the car, his neck gaiter and hoodie back in place. Completely cleaned up, no one would be the wiser.
“Just down the road about half a block. It’s not far, come on.” The car locked and the pair of you were on your way.
Soap waved as he spotted you both coming from afar.
“‘Bout fucking time the pair of you showed up.” Soap slapped an arm around the pair of you and squeezed in the small gap.
“Still waiting on Laswell.” Price huffed from his spot in the front of the cafe.
“Is Mrs Laswell coming?” You asked and your memory went back to the last time she brought her wife along to a game of mini golf.
“I beat you for real this time.” Soap smugly looked towards Gaz.
“No way, I got third this time.” No one bothered to try and get first or second place anymore. Not with Ghost and Price around.
“I dunno Soap, Gaz did pretty well in the first half.” You leaned forward while Laswell calculated the results. Forbidden from crowding around her, it was all silent when she finally cleared her throat. She had a surprised expression across her face for a split second because it was covered with a neutral poker face that she had long since perfected.
“In third place…” Everyone leaned forward. “Price.” She looked up and he shrugged. Victory didn’t have much meaning to him. Meanwhile, you, Gaz and Soap all gaped at each other. Someone else got either first or second. The first time in forever. “Second place was Ghost.” His eyes looked over to you and he gave you a quick wink before Soap and Gaz practically rushed the woman. “Get back, like a pack of dogs the pair of you.” She huffed but rolled her eyes with fake annoyance. “Well done darling, you came first.” Her eye line went towards her wife who had been rather silent. Caught off guard the woman smiled at her while Gaz and Soap stared. Who knew that she was a master at mini golf?
“Ah, maybe next time Soap. Well done. Did a hell of a job to beat those two.” Gaz praised her and everyone did a little round of applause. Meanwhile, Soap shuffled next to you.
“Yah know what she does for a living?”
“No idea. Gotta be something good to beat those two.” You whispered back.
“Only one way to find out.” He waved you his phone and you shook your hand.
“Laswell will kill us, wait until after.” You whispered a hiss and he nodded.
The moment after the couple had left, the pair of you furiously started to type away on your phones, both googling her name to find out any information.
“What are you two doin'?” Gaz asked as he slid into the booth with Ghost next to him.
“Trynna figure out why Mrs Laswell’s so good at mini golf.”
“Maybe she's got practice?” Gaz offered and the pair of you looked up.
“Nah, gotta be something else. Aren't you curious?” Soap prompts the man and soon Gaz has his phone out as well doing his own research.
“Man, I can’t find shite.” Soap grumbled when Price showed up, hands full with drinks while his phone rang. Ghost too had joined in on the group ‘project’ and Price let out a sigh when he pulled out his phone and answered.
“Forgot something?” He asked, his eyebrows raised, and the phone call was shortly cut off. The stern sound of your name came from his lips. It had you jump slightly and he soon did the same with Soap and Gaz’s name.
The three of you looked at him like deer in headlights and he gave you all a disapproving look. “What's up, Cap?” Gaz was the one to rip the bandage off and he sighed.
“Stop fucking googling Laswell's wife.”
“Hey, we would never.” Soap let out a protest and both you and Gaz jumped on it.
“Yeah cap, think you got the wrong people.”
“Dunno how you got that idea, sir.” You grinned and he gave the three of you a tired deadpan look.
“She can see all the shit you do on your phones.”
Soap stared at him wide-eyed and the three of you subtly closed the tabs. “Everything?” Soap's eye looked to the side.
“Yeah cause you morons are using your fucking work phones.” Price went to open his mouth again when his phone rang again. You saw Laswell's name pop up. His eyes narrowed and looked towards Ghost who hadn’t been part of the conversation.
“Would the unknown person with the Swedish IP please stop googling her wife?” The three of you looked at each other confused and you leaned towards Soap.
“Hey, that's a really good idea to use a VPN.” Your hush voice spoke and he nodded in agreement. Price took the phone away from his ear and placed it on the table with the speaker on.
“Whoever's on their personal phone I can still gain access rather quickly. I get notified when her name is searched. If you don’t stop digging right this moment I will take control of your phone and I will go digging.” Her voice had you all frozen with wide eyes.
“It's closed.” Ghost's voice had your heads' snap towards him in surprise. It was so obvious yet none of you had connected it. Laswell let out a small sigh of relief.
“Thank you. If you want to know more about her, next time ask her directly. I trust this won't happen again?”
“Yes ma’am.” There was an echo as the line went dead and Price sat down and grabbed his drink with a grumble.
Gaz’s voice brought you back to the present.
“Nah, Laswell said it's just her this time.” Gaz stretched. He had a grin on his face, it lit up his entire face and you could tell he had been looking forward to his pick.
“So what is this place? You barely told us anything about it.” You asked as Laswell approached.
“Apologies, hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
“Ah don’t sweat it, Laswell.” Gaz led the group through the cafe to the front entrance where you all grabbed a club. “This is a pretty standard mini golf place but it's blacklight themed.”
“Sure is!” The attendant smiled. “Party of six for today?” She cheerfully asked as she led the group to the cashier. She then led you all into a highly decorated area, and not many people were around. Neons were all over the place with spray-painted fake trees and an outlined course. It was a nice place.
You were at about the third hole when you noticed it. The way the light hit Ghost's pants. You froze and he raised a brow when he noticed the way your eyes stared at his crotch. The small areas that his cum had leaked now glowed rather brightly under the light. All colour drained from your face.
“Here, your turn.” Soap moved for you and you nervously shot your ball. When you bent over slightly, your ass stuck out and Ghost could see the small lines that glowed down your inner thighs. It was far more noticeable the higher he could see, the areas where his cum had overflowed and settled between the pair of you. You managed to get your ball in on the first hit and when you started to walk back, Gaz was already working on following your example.
“Hey uh LT, I think you got a little something on your–” Soap had noticed the marks too but hadn’t quite connected the dots. Soap's voice trailed off as Ghost stared at the man. Emotionless. He opened his mouth but closed it again to turn to you. The same expressionless look was on your face. His face turned back to Ghost and then his crotch. “Just uh right uh-”
“Got what Sergeant?” Ghost’s voice was cold, almost daring him to continue, to figure it out.
“You know what? Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Price came up with Laswell and she headed towards the line as Gaz leaned on the wall. His eyes glanced at Ghost’s crotch like everyone else.
“That’s cum innit?” Gaz immediately said with no hesitation and you let out a cough of surprise. Prices glanced over to your thighs that had pressed together under your skirt.
“Cowgirl.” Price nodded towards Gaz and you could feel the way that your face heated up due to the conversation. Ghost's brows lowered in an annoyed fashion but he let them have their fun. Soap's eyes darted from yours to Ghost before he whipped his head around to look at Price.
“How in the hell did you figure-”
“Boys, do you mind? I’m trying to take my shot.” Lawsell let out a sigh and everyone went dead silent. She lifted her club and Price let out a small snicker under his breath, his eyes on yours.
“Seems Ghost already did.”
Kate's club collided and her ball flicked to the side and off the course. Laswell let out a small sigh while Gaz laughed with Price.
You watched as Price finished up the final shot of the night and gave his score to Laswell. Ghost silently appeared next to him and you turned and gave him a small smile. “You alright?”
“Yeah, could go for a shower.” You hummed out a laugh and his eyes squinted in a smile.
“Right, in third place…” Your conversation was cut off as Laswell started. “Ghost.”
“Bit off your game tonight hun?” You whispered and his eyes sized up your body.
“Bit of a distraction you are.”
“Second place, Price.”
“Hmm, what's Price’s excuse?” You hushly spoke and Ghost leaned against your ear.
“Never said you were distracting me. Dirty old bastard that one.” You elbowed him in the side.
“Heard that Simon.” Price spoke to the left of you but there weren’t any hurt feelings or hostility. Only a long-term friendship and familiarity. “Takes one to know one doesn’t it?”
“Right on that Captain.” Ghost nodded.
“First place for the first time. Soap. Well done.” Soap beamed at the result while everyone gave him a small applause.
“Right, your drinks on me then.” Gaz slapped Soap on the back and the group of you headed out into the cafe bar.
“You two calling it a night?” Laswell asked as you started to follow Ghost. He gave you a look that told you it was up to you.
“Yeah, catch up on some rest.”
“Can’t argue with that. Have a good night.” She nodded and you waved off to the rest of the group. Before you got out of earshot you managed to hear them for one last time.
“Maybe no more blacklight next time Gaz? Scared ‘em off.” Price's laugh of a taunt had you giggle and Ghost raised a brow at you but soon joined in on your light mood. With his arm around your shoulders the pair of you retired for the night, but not to sleep.
sensory toy Simon
cw: none, word salad
Big boyfriend Simon who is an immovable object vs you his unstoppable force
very used to sitting or standing in one spot while you play with his fingers, bite his palms, put your cold hands under his shirt.
swats your hands away like moths when you're trying to grab his chest, but eventually grabs your wrists and puts them right on his chest
"like em? got em just for you"
hes talking about his tits btw
hes covered in bites from you. especially his forearms.
let's you pet his short hair if you're relaxing together. asks you to scratch his scalp by lowering his head.
cute aggression but for a 6'4 mountain of a man. grabbing his face, biting his cheeks, squeezing bear hugs.
bite bite bite
How They React To Being Asked Out On A Date.
Uploads may be slower, I got a full time job cus I need to make bank again. <3
CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE:
He's... surprised. Pleasantly surprised! It's definitely been awhile since he's been on a date and he's a little excited!!
Price is happy to let you set up the date. In the past It's always been his responsibility to decide what to do. He's a little relieved to know that he doesn't have to look at every single restaurant in a 10 radius again.
He's happy with whatever you decide to do. 5-star restaurant? He'll bust out his best shirt. Stay at home and watch films? He'll bring food. It really doesn't bother him!
Price will most likely ask if you'd like to stay at his at the end of the night. If not, he INSISTS on accompanying you home. Though if you're apart of 141 then he'll still walk you to your room if needed.
He's honestly glad you asked when you did. John didn't know just how much he needed the night off until he left with you.
JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH:
Soap is absolutely buzzin'. He was gonna ask you at some point, but of course, you beat him to it.
He's happy with wherever you decide to take him, though he does try to avoid parks because that's where all the noisey kids and dogs are...
Soaps just happy you even asked in the first place. He really expected that he'd have to ask, but he's glad to be wrong.
If you bring him somewhere that involves physical exercise, shooting, or just any bar in general, he'll definitely have a much better time than sitting in a restaurant full of pretentious people.
Would rather finish the night with you at home, but is more than happy to escort you home!
KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK:
Kyle is a good cook and suggests making food for you. Of course, if you had reservations or other plans he's more than happy to attend!
Much like Price, Gaz is very surprised. He honestly didn't see it coming, but he's happy with the outcome!
He's had a few dates, but none of them got him as buzzed as when you asked him.
He definitely has a preference for food dates, he loves a good take away at home, but he also loves sitting in a restaurant that's too fancy for the two of you.
If you turn around and say you'd rather stay at home, prepare to be surrounded by wine and fine cooking.
SIMON "GHOST" RILEY:
He honestly can't tell if you're joking or not. Part of him wants to turn you away, but after some time to think on it, he'll seek you out and accept.
Simon is... kinda confused. What do you see in him? He's made it clear he's not interested in dating or anything like that, yet you still ask anyway?
Unlike the rest, Ghost would much rather stay at home. He's also a decent cook so he'd offer to make food. If not, he's fine with ordering take away.
He's more than happy to end the night at a local bar, one that won't reprimand him for wearing a mask.
Ghost would be a lot more comfortable with walking you home. This is a date after all, maybe first of many, he'd rather take his time.
Kon kitty or smth
Old Roots Pt.1
TASKFORCE141 x Fem!Reader
Summary: Los vaqueros and you were childhood friends and they left without a trace before you entered adulthood.
Sorry if this took a while, testing weeks are a bitch and almost considered dropping and scraping the idea on multiple occasions :/
Also: I tried adding more story/ background and working on my descriptions and details skills!!! Tell me if this is better and feedback is greatly appreciated <3
Word count:6.4k!!! (Get comfy :3)
TW: Blood, gore, violence, CoD type of violence, injured reader
WARNING!!!!! IT MAYBE GRAPHIC TO SOME OF THE READERS
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“Alejandro bajate de allí” you told Alejandro as he was playing on top of a stone hedge. “¡Por favor Ale!” screamed a very panicked Rodolfo while clutching to your arm tightly. “No worries I got this! I just need a little more!” He shouted back. This all happened after pointed out how delicious the red apples look hanging from tree. Alejandro being Alejandro and knowing how much you love red apples he is currently trying to reach from on top of the wall. But the problem was that all 3 of you were (at the time) really short. So, in the mind of a kid, he did the best thing he could ever think of which consisted of jumping off and hopefully getting the juicy treat for you. Growing up with him you knew what he was going to do with just a glint of his eyes. “Alejandro, no lo hagas, for everything I could ever ask of you please don’t do it.” Without a warning he just jumped off and landed on top of Rudy that you didn’t know when he moved but he tried to catch him. Both landed on their back on the rough patchy spot, the only spot without lush grass for some type of cushioning. You ran to reach them as fast as your stubby legs could go. Once you reached them you heard small sniffles, as you got closer Alejandro rolled off Rudy, he first looked at his scratched knee then at you with tear filled eyes and let all the tears loose. You were quick to pull him into a hug as your head rested on Alejandro’s shoulder you saw how Rudy also looked like he was about to burst into tears you knew he was because he was very scared of something bigger that could have happened to Alejandro. You just hold out your arm as in to invite him into a hug he quickly obliged. The three of you enjoyed each other’s presence until it was broken when Alejandro started giggling. The hug disbanded away from Alejandro just for him to turn around with a bright smile and holding out 3 red apples on a branch. “Ay, Alejandro...” You sighed out. Ruffling his hair, you quickly gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, he immediately turned red and shoved the branch in your arm and turned away and pouted. After pulling Alejandro to his feet, you guided them to a river and told Alejandro to wash the knee as well as he could while you washed the apples up stream. Rudy started to wrap a piece of fabric around Alejandro’s knee while you sat a little more behind them. “Gracias Rodolfo,” you praise as you give him a kiss on the check as a thank you. He also turned red and pulled his shoulders up to try and cover his blush. You distributed the apples to them and started eating them while staring out to the bustling town below. “Oye, when you grow up what do you want to do?” You ask out loud. Both Alejandro and Rodolfo hummed and tilted their heads as in thought. Alejandro was the first one to quickly stand up and shout, “¡Parar los tipos malos! And kick them out from here and make them never come back.” “That means joining the military, Alejandro! With the problem of the cartel, they are probably going to kill us just for joining!” countered Rodolfo. “We have to fight back some way or another. ¡Por nuestra familia!” You courage him with a warm smile. “¡Tienes razon! Juntos paráremos a todos ellos!” he shouted with a sudden boost of courage. You smiled fondly at both of them as you ruffled their hair and thought ‘Yes, together we shall stop all of them’!
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The strong relationship between all three of you were building throughout the years started crumbling the moment you started entering your adulthood. You no longer spent that much time together anymore because there was simply no time, your mom fell ill and has been bedridden ever since when you were a teenager, you took the part of taking care of her as your father went out most of the day and always came back after dark completely exhausted. It was a blessing and a curse that you were the only child, a blessing because your parents wouldn't use that much money on food and plain necessities but a curse because you always felt that you must help and work around the house for your parents and take all the load of work. As for Alejandro and Rodolfo? They left without a trace, one day you are catching up on your lives and finding a day where you can enjoy a day like the “good ‘ol times” and the next they were nowhere to be found, you asked around, but all the leads came into a dead end and soon you gave up on looking for them. It was harsh for you to adjust without them and the only thing you knew was they were probably dead but maybe they were alive! But if they were alive, why didn’t they tell you or a letter or the very least a goodbye. A few months passed and your mother unfortunately lost her fight against her illness. Her passing was harsh and taxing on both your father and you.
On your father because he started picking up drinking again after he stopped in order to buy the few medications that your mother needed. But for you, after losing your friends that felt like almost younger brothers to you and now your mother. You felt like you had no one, especially now with an emotionally distant father. His drinking problem slowly started to get the best of him, and he started wasting so much that you could no longer help with your job. After he realized he didn’t have enough to continue feeding his addiction he started asking for loans from the cartel as he knew he had no way of paying them back.
He soon started to take his frustrations out on you which caused you to say out of the house most of the time, sometimes even sleeping in the old hideout all of you built away from the town to hide whenever the 3 of you would do mischief. It was a small house under a huge oak tree the leaves and branches hanging down low enough to hide the scraps and wood you collected to build and resemble a house. It was a paradise, at least when you were younger, it had a small play kitchen with a window that had curtains made if sewn together random fabrics that you found in the garbage. On the windowsill there was a small tin can that you always replace each day when you were play pretend that you had a bakery or sometimes a restaurant, that supposedly that Alejandro and Rodolfo were going to help you build so you could fulfil your dream on opening your own restaurant and so people could enjoy your cooking. You always think about that promise every time you enter the small house.
For that reason, that “playhouse” you built together, was the sole reason you were still alive to this day because one day you were sleeping under the old tree. You were awoken by the smell of smoke and fire you immediately shot up from the makeshift bed and ran outside thinking that the town or the tree must have caught on fire but much to your despair it was your house. Of into the distance on a lonely hill where the house you grew up, played around, and made memories with your loved ones was ablaze with fire that looked like they could reach the sky and smoke that started making it seem like a twilight zone. You immediately started running towards your house. Your legs and lungs slowly started to burn and hurt as you made it on top. The flames produced so much heat that your eyes started to water. The townspeople were already trying their best to quell the fire. There was a human chain system that had water bucket from the nearby river. Your heart rate spiked once you noticed that you hadn't seen your father yet. You frantically started searching for him calling out his name and checking the face any man that seem to be the same age of your dad. Soon ice felt that was coursing through your veins, that the only possible way to find your dad was that he was in the house fire. As you turned to look back at your house, the roof collapsed like your lungs. You once again broke into a sprint to your house once you reached it you tried going in but an older woman no older that your mother caught your wrist. “¡No lo hagas mija!”. In desperation you shook her hand off from your arm and tried to run in but this time you were stopped by two ranchers, the same ones you would buy milk from every Sunday morning for your mom since she never liked her coffee black. This time they managed to hold you back as you tried to claw your way out from their clutches. “¡Suélteme! ¡Mi papá está allí adentro! ¡Por Favor salven a mi papa!” You watched as they slowly pulled you way from the burning house as tears rained down your face and your memories went up in flames.
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You were startled from your dreamless and restless sleep by a knock on the bedroom door. You were taking in your surroundings when the door opened to reveal the same women from yesterday.
Oh Yesterday... Oh yesterday...
The sweet lady was an old friend of your mom's. She always tried to help you with any small thing she could but as the years came; she just couldn’t go up the hill anymore. She must have sensed your sudden change of heart as your face contorted into a frown and grimace as you remembered the events the night prior. “Buenos dias hija. ¿Como Sigues?" she asked with a soft smile present on her face. Her soft hand covered your fidgety hands as your eyes began to get glossy with tears rimming your eyes. “Ay, mija...” she sighed and pulled you into a deep embrace it was probably your emotional distress of your resent events or the fact you haven't felt that type of hug your mother gave you every time you felt bad but this time the embrace had a beating heart. It was like a dam crumbling down and tears burst out has you grabbed fistful of fabric on her back as you let everything out and the sweet lady just stayed put, rubbed your back, and shushed as your tears reduced into small hiccups and sniffles.
The older lady grabbed you hand and gently pulled you up to your feet and with a soft voice she spoke, “Vamos, mija, there is breakfast downstairs.” Both of you sat down at the table and a breakfast plate was already prepared in front of you, it consisted of scrambled eggs with sausage, refried beans, and some freshly made tortillas the same one she used to make when she was well. You stared at the plate for a few minutes before forcing yourself to start eating. The sad tension was broken when a man which face was worn down by the years came in and took off his hat as he entered. “Buenos dias, ¿Como sigue la niña?” He asked his wife before pulling her way into the kitchen and soon it was filled with hushed, rapid whispers.
They emerged from the kitchen once again and stared at you with worry very present to their faces as they didn’t want to tell you something. Shaking his head, the older gentleman sat in front of you and placed his hat on the table. You stared in silence back at him urging him just to spill on what he had talked to his wife. “Mija...” he started but stopped once his voice cracked but continued “We found your father-” right before you could get your hopes up on seeing if your father was okay, he cut you off before you could even ask where he is “-but he isn’t with us anymore.” You deflated as you slumped into the chair and the food long forgotten. “Can you at least take me to him or tell me where he is?” You ask hopelessly.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Because your father wasn’t there when the fire started, he wasn’t even near when it happened”
“Then what happened?” With that question a tension quickly formed in the room which caused you to panic and tilt your head as in question “What happened” you pressed again. You saw that the couple glanced at each other talking with their eyes as they hesitated to tell you the truth. “TELL ME!” you shouted you couldn’t take it anymore the silence was killing you. At your sudden burst the older man seemed to react he simply stood up take his hat off the table before heading to the door. “Sígueme, por favor.” You walked a few paces behind him, and you took note that his house was barely on the outskirts of the town and the direction you were going was to the heart of the town. You people stop and look at you, men taking of their hat, and the townspeople just walked in a somber silence as you walked by.
You felt the hair behind your neck start to rise the more you walked deeper downtown. A hand was placed abruptly on your chest right before a corner to the church. The man just looked at you with so much sadness and sympathy. He simply pulled you into a quick hug and stated “Lo siento mucho mija.” ‘He is sorry? Sorry about what?’ You thought before you could voice your concerns, he pushed you back and squeezed your shoulders to let you go to see for yourself. To go where your father was. As you rounded the corner your eyes widened in shock, the image before you caused a visceral reaction that made your stomach churn and your skin crawl. You feel frozen, overwhelmed by the disturbing emotions that race through your mind.
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Your father or whatever remained of your father was displayed in the front of the church. He was crucified but it seems that all his limbs were ripped off from the torso they were held up by huge metal stakes. Oh Gosh! His head! His head was staked on the top of the cross. The tip of the cross went up where the neck was supposed to go but worst of all you could see the tip of the stake looked like it was about to come out from his right temple. But it seemed that the eyes were already gauged out before the decapitation and the tongue ripped out and thrown carelessly to the ground. It was a gruesome sight to see. You weren’t squimish on the sight of blood or death, most of the time you always took care of the chickens since that was the only meat that your mom only enjoyed eating so this shouldn’t be new to you. But this time it was your father, your dad, that took care of you, cherished you and raised you nondifferent no matter how much he wished to have a son.
You fell to your knees as you coughed and choked up with your own vomit. It hurt, it felt like your whole skull burn under skin, now the lovely breakfast was now spilled on the side of the street. Your heart felt like it was being crushed as your entire world seemed to shatter into a million pieces. You gasped for air, but the tightness of your chest made it hard to breathe. Your hands shook as the weight of the situation began to sink in as you tried to hold yourself together.
From that moment on, you vowed to eradicate every cartel and ensure they never threaten you or your home again.
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You left your hometown there wasn’t anything for you to stay, you lost everything and everyone you cared about. That’s how you find yourself in this situation trapped in this old, abandoned house, not because the cartel managed to get their hands on you. No, you are better than that just you were in the wrong place at the wrong time you were helping a small group of drunk ladies after a night out and being the only sobber one around you decide to help them reach the nearby inn but taking care of one drunken person was hard you had to deal with three one of them.
You were so preoccupied taking care that they wouldn’t hurt themselves that you didn’t notice men all in black approaching the group until a gruff voice broke out, “Buenas noches, señoritas, how are you in this fine evening tonight.” You head snapped back to the man that spoke and notice that he brought 2 more other men that you could see. You set the girl that was the most wasted down had their arm around your shoulder on a rock. “Buenas noches, gentlemen, is there something I could help you with sir?” You asked innocently you were new in this town, but you been long enough to know that they are not from here and up to no good. “No, but I could ask you the same thing do you need help young lady? Seems that taking care of three drunks proves to be a hassle for you, no?” he noted by closing the healthy distance with his men too. Upon saying that all the alarms of danger came in blaring in your skull as even the ladies who were a little tipsy, holded hands and hid behind.
You could take them on, but they were close enough for you to notice that they were armed, and you just could not let them have their way with the women. You stood your ground has you can now feel his horrid smell of alcohol and terrible oral hygiene fanning over your face. His hand slowly came to reach and hold your cheek caressing it lightly. That kind gesture would be welcomed if it weren’t for the predatory gaze, he had present in his eyes as he tried to grind his knee on you between your legs. Before you could fight back the girls behind you squealed which cause you to turn and see that more men came out of nowhere. The hand being so gentle on your face shocked you as if it turned into a cobra, struck your chin, and forced you to turn back at him. This time you refused his advances by biting his thumb until you felt blood burst inside your mouth then you saw a flash of white and your whole side of the face seemed to burn and throb. You looked up at him on the ground as you felt blood start to seep from your busted lip. “¡Pinche perra!,” he shouted and landed a hard kick in your stomach.
You now know that you couldn’t get out of here without violence. You used your low stance on the ground you advantage. You acted fast lifting your body with your left hand and swung your right leg at the side of his knees as your body twisted right. You felt your leg connect with a satisfying pain that coursed up through your leg but seeing land on his enough for the pain to subside just a little. You launched yourself at him, your right fist connected to his jaw you were about through more before a man behind you wrapped his arm around your throat and squeezed. Your hands immediately flew to scratch him, but he didn’t budge, just squeezed more. You panicked when you started seeing black spots on your vision. You started kicking much harder and slamming the underside of your fists on his thighs. You were about to black out until your left-hand graced what you presume is a knife on his hip; enclosed your hand on the handle ripped it off from its socket and swung back on his thigh and buried it deep enough to his bone. He released you and caused you to fall forward with the knife still in hand. You gently barely hold your throat as you take in huge gulps of air, coughing during the process. The tears barely began to subside then another kick on your back was enough to make you snap back to the situation at hand. You rolled over onto your back, forcing your feet together and kick them out with do much force to send them back a few feet back giving you the opportunity to get back of your feet. You hear a shout coming behind you and head whipped to dodge the knife gracing your cheek, the knife in your hand quickly made home to the stomach. The man just grunted and froze into place as you hold him and pulled the knife back out once then twice and then once more but at the end you twisted the knife and drag it to the side and let the man fall with an ungraceful thud to the ground.
The amount of blood that covered you was frightening but nothing new. The guy that you stabbed on the leg started to crawl away as the first man that started all this also had a knife of his own but unlike the man that it currently bleeding out on the side of the road, he was swinging and failing the knife around with so much speed that nicked you multiple times before you noticed his attack pattern. Swing left, Swing right, then a double step forward. Swing, swing, double step. Again swing, swing and block with the left and push forward and go behind him, grabbed his chin with the same force he had with you and tilted to the side and drive the blade stained with his partner’s blood home on the neck, you struggled to get the blade out once he hit the ground felt the blade slowly come out some audible spirts of blood as you push and pull the blade, you felt yourself getting weaker as the adrenaline slowly subsided within you. As you felt your blade about to get released, then a major force hit your temple, it was strong enough for you to leave the knife embedded in his neck. You landed in your back lightheaded touching the side of your head feeling your blood running down your face and down to the grounds.
There was a loud ringing on your ears as you stare up to the night sky, in your peripheral vision you saw the man that you let live, the on you stabbed in the leg, throw a medium size rock, that’s now covered in small splatters of your blood, to the side. He slowly bend down to get a much bigger rock, heavy enough for him to use both hands and lift it high above his head. You told your body to move, to react or something as he came closer to you with a staggering leg behind. Your vision became black in and out. One side of your brain was screaming at you to force your body to move while the other, stronger, and much louder side just told you to just stay don’t move. Your injuries were just too taxing on your body. Right before he could smash your brain in, multiple shots rang out, his body fell to the ground, but he was already dead before he hit the ground. You heard steps all around you then other male face came in close to yours and smiled with a grin with crooked teeth and a horrible breath, excitedly said to his men as you barely heard, “¡Estás una chulada! Let's take her to EL Sin Nombre, he’ll give us a big prize for this girl that can cause this much damage,” then everything faded to black.
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You woke up with a throbbing around your head it felt like rubber band squeezing eternally. Groaning out as you painfully slowly got up into a sitting position. You raised one of your hands to feel all the dried-up blood caked up on your face and immediately began scratching it off the best you could. You repeatedly open and close your eyes trying to get rid of the dizziness, once settled you took in off your surroundings. It was an abandoned rural house, the windows were caved in but covered in wooden planks, there wasn’t a door, a suspiciously stained deep brown cloth nailed onto the frame. The cloth didn’t do an excellent job of muting the sounds coming from the room next door.
Voices started to arise and slowly made their way towards your direction until finally a man reveal behind the cloth you squint your eyes at until his imagine of the night before appeared in your memory. You are proud to admit that you haven't held hostage too many times before, but you are ashamed to admit that acting like a defenseless and dumb civilian has gotten you out in multiple situations before, so you take your chances and play with that card. You got into character and just stared at him with alarmed doe eyes as he got closer to the makeshift “bed” of you can even call it like that. Before you can play your part, he beat you to it “Cut the crap,” he mocks “I- I mean- We know that you don’t just kill people like that even if it was part of “self-defense”, I saw it in your eyes you have done this more times than you can count,” He grinned out with the same teeth damaged by tobacco and his horrid putrid smell of his breath. “That is why I have you here, alive, so you,” he points at your chest and continues “can work for me, us, for a good pay... for what you do”. “What do you think it is that I do?” You seethe between your teeth. “Simple...” he stats “kill for us. For the cartel.” Acting stupid be damn! You knew that your face gave your true intensions away because before you could even react or voice your opinion. His hand enclosed around your throat squeezing with so much force that it seemed too much from his lanky built. He was smart enough to push himself over you, caging you with a leg on each side of your body and start squeezing with both hands. Your throat must have bruises from the night before because you felt paralyzed by the immense pain for a few seconds before your instincts to survive kicked in, you tried again scratching him on the hands, but nothing seems to work. He squeezed harder and pushed you deeper into the mattress as you tried pushing him away from you or at least scratch his face to know at least you did some damage to this poor bastard.
The weight suddenly vanished, and you felt something wet splattered on your face. The body onto of you slump down to the side with a hole straight through his skull. A sniper. Your blood ran cold as the people on the other side of the room burst out in a commotion when a load of rounds started ringing out by multiple people. Chaos was induced as the paper-thin walls didn’t do anything to stop the bullets and your heart felt like it was about to explode within your chest. Run, run, run! Was the only thing your brain was screaming at you. You stumbled around protecting your head; running and searching for an exit as bits and pieces of debris exploded all around you. Out the back door you heard the person inside had a radio that yelled in English! “Soap, get hold of her she’s the only one who might help us find El Sin Nombre! I’ll keep a look out up here.” They were looking for you in this case, hunting you! That being said you took off as fast as your legs could. A different voice broke through the radio and alerted the man inside once more, “Soap, she running to the blue two-story house southwest from your location!” “Shit!” you cursed out loud as more shots came... above? You look up there was helicopter orbiting the whole neighborhood that you woke up in. You already had a gun that was on the body of a dead man and ran the opposite direction where you first heard the shots and killing two men that had pointed guns in your path clean through the chest. You couldn’t even pat yourself in the back for killing a moving target while you were also in the move that is a first time for you today!
The ground started spewing upwards as bullets crashed into the ground near your feet. A sharp pain in your right calf causes you to stumble forward and crash to the floor with the momentum you had. You look down at your leg and inspect the wound, luckily it grazed your leg not before getting a quarter of a centimeter of your flesh away. You wince at the sight that started to burn and turned to look at the man named “Soap” a silly name if it wasn’t the fact that that he was currently hunting you and closing meter after meter to get you. You swiftly scrambled to get on your feet and limp to the house that had two floors. Some cartel members burst out of the house and paid no attention to you instead to Soap, you were internally grateful they managed to distract him and buy you some time. You bashed the door open with your shoulder and shot where you saw movement you swept the first floor and tried the best you could to run the second which thankfully was empty.
There was empty bookshelf next to the door you quickly rushed in pushing it if front of the door and lodging it with wooden floor lamp stand and tie it around the bookshelf happy with your work you look out the window to find a dense forest out in the outskirts of the town. If you can make it a few yards into the forest, you'll be free. Stomping up the stairs made you snap out of the daydream and raise your gun at the door, he tried the door only to discover it was locked. “Open the door! I don’t want to hurt you!” A thick Irish accent rang out thought the silence other than your beating heart in your chest. 'Don’t hurt you, my ass!’ you thought as you pulled the trigger without hesitation until it clicks without a bullet. Jesus fucking Christ just your fucking luck! You wasted the last of the bullets on the bastards the floor beneath you and now some crazy ass psychos are after you! Groaning out silence you start looking for another escape route until the was a huge bang at the door behind the bookshelf.
Bastard was launching himself to the door trying to pry it open, not choosing to shoot because he might accidentally hurt you. You only started panicking when you heard splinters come apart at the door, that’s giving in to the repeated force. Out the window it is! Thrusting the butt of the gun to the window it shattered upon impact and chipped off the glass on the windowsill, the noise seems to agitate Soap more because he panically shouted “I know she’s escaping but I’m stuck behind this fecken stupid door! But I’m almost in, the door is about to give up!” True to his word the door did seem like it was 3 hits away of giving in. Bang! You turn to the door, and you saw his gloved hand slip in and take ahold on the side of the door near the doorknob refusing to let the door shut again. The second bang was heard when you were sitting on the windowsill, a leg on each side, and half of his body head included his head could now fit through the crack. His eyes widened as he knew your plan of escape when he saw your position. You knew he was going for the last blow as he retracted his body but this time instead of waiting for the bang when his body slammed to the door, you threw yourself out the window. You couldn’t cushion the fall and crashed to the ground it hurt like a motherfucker, but you couldn’t stop yourself from moving you started crawling and then you go to yourself up and running, limping miserably but running just a few more yards and you be free, you could taste it, tears started forming at the excitement. But then a huge force brought you to the ground once more but this time you couldn’t fight him off you couldn’t even move an inch, the force on top never budged and it was heavy enough to have your lungs struggle to function correctly. The man turned you onto your back and you were met with a horrific picture of a human skull that had deep dark blue eyes staring back at you with an emotion that you couldn’t quite decipher. He proved to be strong enough to hold both of your hands in one of his. The free hand was set the radio on left shoulder and spoke with a British accent “I have secured the running fugitive and we are a few clicks away from the forest Northwest from the location of Soap.” “We have actual visual on you, Ghost, preparing landing to proceed the exfil.” Hearing that Soap was apart a team all hunting you down made your head spin.
Panic once again arose from you as you desperately tried to get of the clutches to this terrifying man, but he didn’t move an inch the frustration got up to you once and just started crying silently as you stared longing at the forest next to you. You were so close and yet so far. Soap meets up with this “Ghost” man on top of you. “What did you do now Ghost? You made another beautiful lady cry again. It was probably because of that ugly mask again,” he teased once he saw your position under Ghost. “Probably if you didn’t do a shit job at capturing her, I wouldn’t be so rough with her but considering she slipped from you two times was the hardest thing to watch through the scope. She was also going to escape from us that third time and I had to take matters into my own hands and here we are, waiting on that helicopter to land and take our asses home with the only person that can help us find answers from El Sin Nombre.” Soap stays quiet but through the silence there was an audible smirk present on Ghost face behind the mask. The helicopter finally landed and Ghost grabbed the front of your shirt to pull you up to your feet and before you could start running, a black plastic zip tie was placed around your wrists by Soap, you could only glare at him as a firm hand was placed behind the base of your neck as a warning to not do any funny business, at least when Ghost was near.
The trio got on the helicopter you were met with two new more faces. An older man that seems to have the warmest smile with crinkled eyes that had a fishing hat that looked impossible to move considering the hat didn’t flinch at the huge gusts of wind the helicopter produced. His name was Price. The other man that seem the youngest of the whole group had darker chocolate skin and had the fullest lips ever on a man with a cap that told the same story as the hat of his older teammate. He introduced himself as Gaz and with the introductions out the way the aircraft lifted itself off the ground and into the sunset sky above.
Almost reaching the 25-minute mark and you have arrived on a small military base. Everyone got off the helicopter and in front of you there were already black SUVs formatted in a line. Everyone started walking towards the car, but you were limping, and Soap was the only one to notice and took your right arm and took off pressure on your wounded leg. Ghost turned around and raised an eyebrow at both of you. Soap simply shrugged and said with a smirk clearly present “What? It’s the least I could do after damaging some fine lady’s leg.” Once you were settled in between Ghost and Soap, even Price as the driver and Gaz the passenger. The car began to move with the help of the rear-view mirror Price made eye contact with you and said “Get yourself comfortable it going to be hours before reaching the location we need you in.” Get comfortable you did! After the stressful two days you had to experience and the amount of adrenaline you had to use took a toll on you because you fell asleep on Soap’s shoulder snoring lightly before the 30-minute mark.
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A/N: Idk why is so graphic but I feel like it fits the story especially if its about the cartel yk yk?
And Pt.2 is in the making :3
A Soap for friend chommi
German!Reader: Schnitzel and Pommes
König talking to Soap after a fight: You saved my life just now... Thank you so much!
Soap, who had covered him with his body: Ah no problem, big guy, it was nothing.
Gaz: No, you really did save his ass there.
König: Ja... that was really brave! You know... When we're home I'll cook you some Pommes and Schnitzel. I think you'll like it.
Soap: I don't know what exactly that is but hell yeah, thanks König!
König, shyly: You're welcome...
[A few days later]
Reader: I heard you got married, congrats man.
Soap, confused: huh?
Reader: Gaz told me König made you some Schnitzel with Pommes.
Soap: He did, it was really nice. But what's that got to do with marriage?
Reader: König proposed to you with that meal!
Soap: What? NO! He just wanted to say 'thank you' for saving his life!
Reader: HE MADE YOU SCHNIPO!! THAT'S THE EQUIVALENT OF GOING DOWN ON ONE KNEE!!
Hi! I don't think your rules link on your master list is working? (It might just be the Tumblr app being silly) but I've like to request a COD fic with a reader who has a moderate to severe penicillin allergy is accidentally given it while out in the field. Cut to the 141 ripping the medic who didn't check the medical tag a new one and being all protective and shit.
omg nooo thank you for bringing this to my attention, I'll get it fixed bc I love it when y'all request things! I absolutely love this idea too!
Just a little PSA but penicillin allergies are SERIOUS. If you have one, you are automatically not allowed to get anything related to penicillin (including amoxicillin, ampicillin, etc). You also are limited in your drug selection as people with severe allergies can't get any similar antibiotic drugs such as cephalosporins. You may experience hives, rashes, and even anaphylaxis if administered. So it’s always important to have a note in your medical file and notify any medical professionals about the nature of your allergy.
Okay, my little pharmacy soapbox is over, let’s move on to the blurb.
warnings: depiction of wounds and violence, swearing
pairings: 141 x g/n!reader
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You were the newest member to join the 141. Excelling through your training, you were eventually handpicked by Captain Price to join his team. You were known for your sniper skills, rivaling that of Ghost. You were even more known for your call sign. In your years of being in the army and part of SAS, you became affectionately known as 'Plaster'. Your buddy came up with it as you had been the only one in the squadron to never need to go to the infirmary (avoiding cuts and bandages aka plasters) and also were notorious for outdrinking any recruit that tried to challenge you.
That's why when you ended up in the medical tent with an infected cut, the 141 boys were surprised. Before your intake, you had been providing overwatch on a building as Gaz, Price, and Soap infiltrated. Ghost was in the building across from you, also providing support. As you checked your sights, you immediately heard Ghost over the coms yell, "Behind you!" It was too late as the enemy had taken the opportunity to pull you by the legs and begun to swing his knife. You tried to react quickly but ended up with a slice to your arm before Ghost could take the man out. You knew once you recovered Price would be teaching you a thing or two about hand-to-hand combat.
However, he would have to wait as you had woken up that morning with a high fever. The cut was shallow, only requiring some soap and water and a simple bandage. Somehow, it had become infected. You groggily went to the field hospital. Once there, they removed the bandage and saw the area was red, extending past the initial wound. The field medic brushed it off, saying they would prescribe you some oral antibiotics for a little more than a week. As he cleaned and redressed the wound, he handed you a small pill bottle with ‘Augmentin’ written on it. Before you left, you popped the small, oval pill into your mouth and were sent on your way.
As soon as you exited the tent, you made your way back to your own to get some rest. Your tongue felt puffy in your mouth as you navigated through the maze of tents. Maybe you had bit it in your sleep?
You walked in and sat on your cot, noting Soap sitting across from you in his. You then felt slightly out of breath but assumed it was due to the humidity and sand debris in the air. You lay down, listening to Soap recount the successful mission before you began to hyperventilate. You felt like you were drowning as you tried your best to breathe.
"Oi, are you okay, Plaster?" was all you heard before the world went dark.
When you woke up, you were surrounded by your concerned squadron. You looked around and realized you were in the medical tent. As you tried to sit up, Price put a hand on your shoulder and lightly pushed you back down.
"God, Plaster you gave us a heart attack. You went into anaphylaxis," he began and you were shocked. It wasn't like you were allergic to peanuts or anything but then you realized you were allergic to ampicillin. Something you had learned after a childhood run-in with meningitis.
Price confirmed your suspicions as he added, "that fucking muppet of a medic gave you amoxicillin/clavulanate. Apparently he hadn't realized you were severely allergic to all penicillins," he said through gritted teeth.
You realized that must have been what that white pill was and mentally slapped yourself for the mistake.
"I'm sorry, guys," you began to say as you looked around at their faces. They looked so worried for you and you felt stupid for the simple mistake.
"Ah, it wasn't your fault, Love" Gaz spoke up. "Plus, the 141 got to show the medic what happens when you almost kill our best sniper."
You laughed as Soap described how once the field medic rushed in with an Epi-Pen and they carted you off to the tent, the boys confronted the medic. Apparently in his haste, he had overlooked the very important note that you were not to be given anything related to penicillin, including the prescribed Augmentin.
"You should've seen his face when Price lifted that poor fucker," Soap laughed loudly. "Better yet, I'm sure he pissed his pants when Ghost walked over and held him by his collar. Ghost is one scary motherfucker." To this comment, Soap received a slight slap on the back of his head.
You were appreciative of their efforts but couldn't imagine the lashing they would be getting from their superiors.
The ever-quiet Ghost ended the story by saying, "It was just a little taste for all of what you went through. I'm glad you're doing alright despite that idiot."
You cracked a smile as you lay in bed, appreciating your teammates who defended you like brothers.
As they left you to rest, you could hear Gaz whisper, "You don't think the laxatives in his tea were a little much?" You realized that this medic's life would be made a living hell for the remainder of your tour.
Years later it became a running joke. As you sat in the bar recounting stories of your service, Soap loudly joked, "And to think, Plaster almost got taken out by a little cut and some medicine." That earned him a hard slap to the back of the head.
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a/n Did anyone else watch NCIS? every time someone mentions getting a slap to the head, I think of Gibbs.
“Choices have consequences.”
SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY
CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II (2022)
has this been done yet?
AU where in a life threatening situation 22 Soap gets possessed by the spirit of 09 Cpt. MactTavish who takes control of his body and gets them to safety. From that moment on Johnny acts weirder and weirder until he realizes that he has a second personality in his head.
Basically an AU where 09 Soap and 22 Soap share 22 Soap’s body and each can take control.
09 Soap more or less becomes Johnny’s protector who forcefully comes out in very dangerous situations to get them out alive and safe since he has more experience and is sort of more skilled. They do form a brotherly bond.
From the outside you can tell who’s in control of the body by their eyes.
09 Soap has cold, ice like yet tired eyes while 22 Soap has more lively, baby blue eyes.
Also when 09 Soap is behind the wheel he has a faint scar over his left eye, like he had back in the day.
Their personalities are different too. 09 is calmer, colder and commanding, since he was a captian and 22 is full of energy, talks way more and jokes more.
this has been on my mind for ages now :)
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Ghost, angrily presses Soap against a wall: WHERE’S THE MONEY?!
Soap: Are we about to kiss-