#modern warfare price

[tacticaldiary]

Can you write something about Simon being a little to rough with reader and they end up having bad bruises so they hide it from Simon and when he finds out he goes a little crazy and won’t touch them until reader snaps and tells him they need his touch

Painless Bruises

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

It really wasn't a massive deal, but she knows Simon would withdraw if he saw the evidence he left behind on her.

Masterlist

It's almost as if the day had a personal grudge against her, bringing along the hottest day of the year the one time she has to wear something unsuitable for the weather.

She itches the skin of her neck that's not covered by her black turtleneck, the long sleeves of the shirt sticking uncomfortably to her skin as she runs laps around the training centre.

Bruises.

Hand shaped bruises circle her forearms, a deep set shade of purple, and a particularly nasty one lines her collarbone, just under the juncture of the slope of her shoulder.

Thankfully she can blame the heat that creeps up her face at the thought of how she got them on the intense cardio they were doing. They were set to be dropped off in Serbia for a mission in 6 days, so the 141 was busy preparing for clearing their physical evaluations before they were dispatched.

Skin against lips, and the rustling of sheets last night. Simon had just gotten back from a solo mission somewhere up north and they hadn't seen each other in over a fortnight. Needless to say, when they did get a moment alone in his room last night things had gotten a little more intense than usual.

Rough, calloused hands held her arms in place, heavy breaths and feelings that could not be put into words exchanged under the light of the moon. She hadn't minded his grip, it had just surprised her. Simon was not a gentle person by any means, rough around the edges and as standoffish as the definition could get, but he had never been harsh enough with her for the evidence to linger into the daylight.

When she'd woken up the next day, catching sight of her arms, guilt pooled in her gut. She didn't mind it, it's not like they hurt particularly bad, but she knew if Simon saw them he'd withdraw.

It was an instinctual feeling, but she knows she's right. Simon had...a difficult past, one he rarely shared with her but she'd heard enough to know that he'd never want to hurt the people he loved.

She was afraid that bruises inflicted by him, especially ones as ugly as these, would make him blank and pull away, or even worse: treat her like she's fragile.

She didn't want a gentle Simon, she wanted him in all his brash, rough glory.

"Come on Gaz, the lass is running circles around you!" Soap heckles as she passes him by. She can't help but stifle a snort when she hears Gaz yell back an insult, a good few paces behind her. Ghost was standing next to Soap, watching the pair finish their last lap. His eyes follow her, bore into her as she passes. Him staring quietly is nothing new, but she can feel the questions from his gaze from halfway across the room.

She'd slipped out of his room before he'd woken up, and had forgone meeting him in the mess hall for breakfast to figure out how exactly she was going to hide the marks from him.

Slowing down after her last lap, she plops down on the ground with a sigh, gulps down the water bottle Soap pushes in her hands, the cool water a nice reprieve from the sweltering heat and sweat. Going to tug her turtleneck away to let some air hit her throat, her fingers freeze on the fabric when she feels Ghost's gaze on her again. Slowly lowering her hand, she clears her throat and turns her attention to Soap and Gaz bickering.

"You've got a big mouth for someone who can't outrun me either, MacTavish." She snickers, making Gaz grin.

"We're both in second place, mate." The man laughs, clapping Soap on the shoulder before offering a hand to pull her up. She accepts gratefully, feeling her legs burn pleasantly from the exercise.

She doesn't anticipate Gaz grabbing her forearm to pull her up. He grips right over her bruises and tugs her to her feet. It's just her luck that she can't manage to swallow down the strangled, muffled sound of pain in the back of her throat.

"You alright there?" Gaz lets go of her, brows furrowing. Ghost seems to have moved closer, ever the silent person.

"Fine." She swallow, her arm stinging. "Just...got a stitch in my side." Waving off the grimace Soap gives her, she's about to move on, ask if any of them would want to hit the bar with her after this, when a gruff, low voice speaks up.

"Roll them up."

She blinks, her stomach twisting as she turns to look at her Lieutenant.

"I'm fine, Ghost-"

"I didn't ask." He cuts her off. "If you're injured, better to get it fixed than ignore it."

"Good thing I'm not injured then." She offers him a smile. The other two boys glance at each other.

"Sergeant." There's a sense of finality in his tone, from which she knows it's an order. Meeting his eyes, she silently pleads with him to change his mind, a staring contest with a brick wall. Resigning herself to her fate, she relents, taking a deep breath and gingerly rolling up her sleeves to her elbows.

The sharp hitch of Simon's breath is only apparent to her after months of leaning the tiny quirks of his body.

"Steamin' Jesus, how'd you mangle that up so bad?" Soap exclaims, grabbing her hand and turning it this way and that. Gaz whistled low, eyes narrowing.

"That's some nasty bruising " Gaz frowns. "You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine." She snatches back her arm, shoving her sleeves back down. "Not as bad as it looks, trust me." Avoiding Simon's gaze is harder than it's ever been, but she chances a split second peek at his expression.

His eyes are the only part of his face visible, but they've always been the most expressive part of him if one knows his quirks. Right now? Right now Simon has the same look he sported when that building came down on Soap after one of his explosions malfunctioned from being rigged incorrectly.

Upset and muted horror. She can tell his brows are knitted tight under his mask, his jaw clenched because he knows.

"Medbay, now." Is all Ghost says, a hand on her shoulder leading her away from the group. Her protests fall on deaf ears as they exit the room, the others not questioning their Lieutenant.

The walk down the hallway is suffocating, and Simon's grip immediately retracts once they're outside. He takes a left down the hall and she hesitantly follows.

The medbay is to the right.

The barracks are secluded this time of the day, everyone out and about, so it's the perfect place to have this discussion. Not that she wanted to have it in the first place...

"Want to explain why you didn't tell me?" Is the first thing he says. He sounds angry, and only the most seasoned of his partners would recognise the edge of concern in his voice. "You think hiding something like that was a good idea?"

"I wasn't hiding it, I just-"

"Bullshit. I hurt you." He states, a flash of pain quicker than she can catch in his eyes. "Why didn't you say?"

"Because it's fine, Simon!" She exclaims, grabbing his arms, hoping he understands. "You didn't hurt me, we just...got a little carried away. It's alright, they don't hurt bad."

"I was too rough with you." A slightly strained voice that tugs at her heart. "Fuck, I'm sorry." The apology spilled out of his mouth unprompted, and for a moment she's left shocked because he's the last person to apologise for something unless absolutely necessary.

Which means he really believes he did something terrible.

"I forgive you." She says immediately. "There, problem solved, right?"

"No, that's not how this shit works." Simon clutches onto the back of his neck, agitated at himself. "I didn't...fuck, I didn't mean to..." Something dawns on him and he meets her eyes with a newfound sense of dread. "Where else?"

Her pause is enough to give him his answer.

"Show me." He demands.

"Simon-"

"Take it off." He tugs at the bottom of her shirt. His fingers never brush against her skin.

Taking a deep breath and seeing no way out of this, she lets her shoulder sag and concedes, shrugging off the turtleneck and leaving her in a short sleeved undershirt. His eyes snap to the bruising on her collarbone, his jaw tightening.

"Don't apologise again." She says when he opens his mouth to talk. "I'm not fucking fragile, Simon. I can take a hit or two, this is nothing."

It's the wrong thing to say, the worst thing to say judging by the way Simon instantly recoils, taking a step back at her words.

"I'd never hurt you on purpose. Never." He says quietly.

Ghost is a silent person. His footsteps never detected, melting in the shadows and slitting throats before anyone realises he's even there.

But he's not quiet. Never quiet. Never with her, at least.

"I know." She soothes, moving to close the distance but pausing when he shakes his head. "I worded that badly..."

"I wouldn't...I'm not-"

"You're nothing like your father." She states, pulling the words out to lay out for the both of them. "I trust you, Simon. I trust you every day with my life on the field, and my heart in our bedroom." She gestures to her bruises. "I don't blame you for any of this. The both of us were too occupied to pay attention to be considerate and hell, I liked it."

At his skeptical look, she continues on. "If it makes you feel better, the day you lay a hand on me is the day I beat your ass into the ground."

"I'd let you." He says gruffly, straightening up slowly.

Gently, he takes her hand, turning it over to bare her forearms. Gently brushing a thumb over the purple and blue, his eyes flicker to her face to scan for any discomfort. When he finds none, he directs his gaze back to the bruising, his mind somewhere else.

She lets him have a few moments of silence, knowing full well that this wouldn't be the end of this.

"I'm sorry." He says again, gently brushing his fingers over her collarbone. "Won't happen again, love."

                                · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·  

Their quick, secret touches throughout the day had always sparked her to life.

Whether that be a gentle brush of their arms while they walked down the hall, or a quick squeeze of a shoulder after a harsh day of training. Inconspicuous touches that carried more meaning to them that met the eye.

She can count on one hand how many times Simon has touched her over the past three days, even if four of her fingers were blown off.

It's frustrating. Always busy, never standing within the length to reach out and touch, always out of his room when she'd knocked and peered in at night. He'd redirect her whenever she tried to initiate anything, even a friendly hug. Once he'd legitimately stepped away from her, and she's not going to lie, but it stung a little.

Needless to say, she was itching to corner him.

As she waits outside the meeting room where he currently is with Price, she thinks about how she knew this would happen. She knew he'd withdraw and refuse to be near enough to touch her properly, and it's driving her up the wall because godammit she misses him.

He knows he's fucked the second he walks out, pinned with a glare that promises consequences if he doesn't follow her. With a quiet sigh, he trails behind her until they're in her room, the door clicking shut behind them.

"Did you need something, love?"

"Funny you should ask." She deadpans. "You drive me insane sometimes, you know that Simon Riley?"

It's a little funny how he straightens up with the use of his full name, more at attention. She'd have poked fun at him in she hadn't been as angry.

"Do you think I'm fragile, Simon?" She snaps. "That I'll break if you breathe on me? You've been practically ignoring me for three days, pulling away. Walking away." When she strides closer to him, he doesn't move back. "And I swear to all that is holy, if you don't stop with this bullshit, I'm going to well and truly snap."

A pause.

"Well, someone sounds desperate." The poor attempt at deflection makes her even angrier. She grabs his hands, guides them to her shoulders and squeezes hard. He lets her, watching quietly.

Quiet. God, she hates it when he's quiet.

"Touch me. Just...you won't hurt me, Simon." She sighs at the feeling of his hands on her, burning even through her shirt. "You know you won't, you're just afraid."

"Not afraid." He grunts, curling his fingers around her shoulder, something she considers a small win. She can feel his hands twitch with the desire to abandon his self control and pull her closer. It almost makes her smile to think the distance is impacting him just as much.

"Then what?"

"Just...wary."

"Well stop it, then." She huffs. "I need you, Simon. I can't go about my day knowing that my damn boyfriend won't touch me because he think I'm fine china."

"You're one of the best soldiers." He rolls his eyes. "You and I both know you're anything but breakable."

"Then quit acting like a selfless asshole and-" She cuts herself off with a gasp when his hands slide to her waist, pulling her into his body. Warm and all encompassing, her blood sings at the contact after so long.

"This is what you wanted?" He hums, finally conceding. She shivers, feeling his chest rumble under her cheek.

"Yes." She sighs. "See, wasn't so hard, was it?"

He doesn't answer for a moment, the both of them taking a second to settle back down into their skins, feeling the familiar press of dips and curves pressed against each other. She rests her cheek against his chest, hands coming up to grab onto his back.

"I'm alright, Simon." She whispers. "We're both okay."

His grip tightening around her like it usually does is the only answer she needs, the press of his lips onto her head through his mask making her sigh contentedly.

This.

This was more than okay.

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(03/07/2023)

[nia-writes]

How they wake you up in the mornings~

A/N: this is based on them being off duty~~

Warnings: Slight NSFW in Prices, mentions of reader panicking.

Ghosty~

Normally: This man is up at 5am every morning, even off duty. Doesn't matter what time he slept the night before, 1am, 3am, 4am, he's still up. That being said, he won't wake you until later. Wake me up at 5am and I will fight. Unless you asked for him to wake you, he won't. But, if you did, he'd be gentle. Shaking you very lightly, and when your eyes open and focus on him, he's got a soft smile specially for you. He’s so whipped for you.

To be sweet: Simon can be very sweet~ especially once you've broken down his many, hard walls. At first, he would be unsure how to show you he loves you, so he makes you breakfast. I believe he would be a decent cook, and he would try his very best to make your favorite dishes. He would set the tray of food down on the nightstand, with tea of course, and gently start to kiss you awake. He will tickle if you refuse to wake up.

In a emergency: He's already thrown you over his shoulder and out the door before you even woken up- Doesn't matter what the emergency is, you are always his first priority.

To be a pain: Please tell me why I believe this man would just... *flip* the mattress over. Like, he'd place something on the floor so you don't get hurt, but test his patience and well.. you'll end up on the floor. He would make sure you're ok though, he's not that mean.

FOAP~~

Normally: He would always wake you up in a chaotic way. Tickling, dragging you out of bed, wrapping you up in the blanket like a burrito and throwing you over this shoulder, he does it all. He's always very gentle with you, before he attacks you in affection.

To be sweet: Johnny would be the the sweetest. He'd first start off by kissing and cuddling you, then depending on your mood, would order food or cook for you. Mornings like these are his favorite, he's a huge ball of affection and will suffocate you with it. RIP in peace

In an emergency: Oh gosh.. if you have anxiety, good luck. same bestie. He doesn't mean to overreact, but in a situation where your safety is in danger, his brain is empty as he picks you up and runs. He is very apologetic after, and will crush you with his love.

To be a pain: *Scottish music intensifies* For real, if you've still haven't woken up yet and he's having withdrawal symptoms from your smile- he will be the biggest pain. Along with the blaring music, he can, and will, starting singing loudly. He would also open the curtains and hold your hand above your head so you can't block your eyes. Good luck to you, just wake up.

John Price~

Normally: Price is a very busy man. On days when he's in a rush, he'll place a sweet kiss, rubbing your arms affectionately. But if he's home, he'll take his time. Holding you close to him, kissing your face, neck and shoulders.

To be sweet: He's extra needy in the mornings. Wakes you by caressing your body, nipping your ear. Saying soft praises while he thrusts gently into you. Afterwards, he would be super doting. Cooking, running a bath, whatever you need he will get it.

In an emergency: Very calm. It's almost creepy how calm he can be, as he uses his military voice to wake you. You know something has happened at his tone, knowing he rarely uses it with you. He's comforting still, if you're still sleepy, he will pick you up.

To be a pain: *Sighs* you won't need a shower because he's already given you one. If you ignore his warnings to wake up, he'll get a bucket, fill it to the very brim, and dump it on you. Yes, its cold water, yes, he is smiling so smug. Don't even dare to be mad with him, he warned you.

Kyle Gaz Garrick~

Normally: He would be lazy in the mornings, when he's on a mission, he doesn't get the chance to sleep or rest. He always wakes up first, smiling as he cuddles you tight. He kisses you gently until you wake up, whispering in your ear: "Mornin', love." Definitely stays in bed for hours.

To be sweet: Ah hes such a caring boyfriend~ He'd gently kiss you awake, once you've had a little soft make out session, Kyle would grab you like a princess and place you on the couch. He'd make you breakfast while cracking jokes with you. Always compliments you each morning, he finds you heavenly.

In an emergency: Very protective. He would still let you stay asleep as he picks you up and gets you to safety.

To be a pain: Bangs pots and pans together. May or may not eat your favorite food in front of you if you refuse to get out of bed, and when you do leave, he doesn't give you any. (unless you threaten to not kiss him) Or if you're a gamer, he'd tease you by saying: "Love, I'm about to play!" that would get me up so quick-

Alejandro~

Normally: This romantic, smooth man god i want him so bad. He's sweet every morning, bet he would leave the house early to grab you fresh flowers each day. He's just so in love with you. Always has to wake you with kisses, he's holding you so close to his chest. Your bodies are intertwined as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear~

To be sweet: Ugh. He's always sweet, especially in the mornings. But when he's feeling extra affectionate he writes you a love letter. You have a box fulled of them. He has so much love for you that it overflows so he has to write it down. Ale would run a bath for you, lighting candles and adding in your favorite scent. He will join you if you let him. Also needy in the mornings, but now as sweet as Price. who needs legs?

In an emergency: He is so calm when he wakes you, you'd have no idea that something happened. He doesn't want to scare or cause you to panic you so he, gently but quickly, grabs you and leaves. If you do panic, he is quick to calm you, calmly smoothing your back while whispering reassuring words.

To be a pain: I can never see him being a pain. Except for when he hasn't had your affection for a long time and you refuse to wake up. He'd lightly grab your ankle and drag you from the bed. Good luck if you're ticklish, he won't spare you. i can take him-

König~

Normally: At first, he would be hesitant to wake you. Even if you had asked him to, he would still be very anxious. He would also be scared to hurt you, he's a big tall delicious man, in his eyes you are precious. He would start by gently caressing your leg, whispering your name. And when you wake up and smile at him, he swears his heart stops.

To be sweet: He would leave early morning to get your favorite breakfast and snacks. Since he's home, he wants to spend the whole day with you, watching movies and not leaving your side. When he's back, he smiles as he caresses your cheek, his face turning red as he watches you slowly wake up.

In an emergency: Panics. He quickly calms himself and lifts you up with such ease, gently holding you as he runs. He reassures you everything is fine, not wanting to panic you, but he deals with the situation swiftly. There’s not many moments where he can spend with you, and he won’t let anything get in the way.

To be a pain: Never. He's the most sweetest amongst the men here, I can see him never being a pain to you, even if you absolutely refuse to wake up in the mornings.

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who am i waking up next too?

warnings : alcohol mentions (you drunk the night before this is set) , you had had sex with price the night before this , n thats it !!

rundown : he helps sober you up after a night of boom boom ;)

rating : neutral

gender of reader : none described, no masc or fem nicknames

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white.

white ceilings.

a...a pattern?

swirly.

hundreds of them, it looks like.

your vision was a little untrustworthy, but you could make out a little swirly pattern on a white ceiling.

the only problem was. your ceiling was light gray. with no pattern.

"shit." you grumble out loud. your head hurt, your back hurt, your stomach as well. "fucks sake.." you whisper.

theres moving around next to you, incoherent grumbles. you didnt really want to look over, see whatever lowlife you fucked without a condom for £5 and now have to go say to a clinic. but. you have to.

you move your body to the side, you had to physically move to see the man beside you, your peripheral was shitty, all blury.

"oh my lord...i done it...i finally fucked a half decent guy. fuck yea." you say to yourself, your eyes looking over to sleeping man who was laying on your right side.

he was a muscular man, with a bit of a beer gut, your perfect type...

he had neatly groomed facial hair, side burns, muttons on his cheeks, his hair was neatly trimmed at the back, a little more unkempt on the top.

his eyes were closed, his eyelashes fluttering as your gaze lingers. "m..'m not a museum artifact...no need to stare, aint gonna disappear.." he grumbles, his morning voice pulled on the words that left his mouth, gruff.

"sorry." you reply, voice soft. "s fine, hon.." he says, moving around, rubbing his eyes, waking himself up.

"mm- you okay?" he speaks up, sitting up, his duvet covers sliding down from his hips to his mid thighs when he rearranges his body.

"thats why my back hurts.." you whisper to yourself, he snorts, overhearing your mumble. "sorry-"

"theres a lot of apologising happening and ive only been awake 3 minutes. you all okay, hon?" he asks as he puts on a pair of grey boxer shorts.

"mm..im perfectly fine...my back just hurts, n my visions a little fucky wucky. but- but other than that, m okay."

he ruffles your hair. "'m sorry, hon. want a glass of water? you did drink a lot." you nod in response. "im..im really sorry, whats your name?"

"im john, sweet'eart."

[2kiran]

“I SHOULDN’T CRY (BUT I LOVE IT)”

pairing john price x reader genre smut gn reader & trans ftm price. dom!reader x sub!price cw lowercase typing. oral. face sitting. overstim. dirty talk. pet names.

you want to show your captain how much you want to help him relax.

you’ve noticed that price has handled a lot of stress these past few weeks, paperwork after paperwork stacked on his desk and the burden of missions simultaneously.

thinking about how to help him, an idea suddenly popped up in your mind. it was silly, really. not to mention that he was your superior and it was inappropriate for your strictly professional relationship. but hey, a one time thing wouldn’t hurt, right? you were just helping your captain blow off some steam like the good soldier you were.

step by step, leg after leg. you fidgeted with your hands inside your pockets, nearing price’s office. you knock on his door, a few beats of silence passed before a muffled “come in” rang through your ears. you twisted the knob, captain price was sitting behind his desk. eyes furrowed in concentration as he filled in his paperwork. he glanced up at you. “captain,” you began, locking the door.

“hm?” he wasn’t really paying attention to you, but that will soon change. “i– uh...” you hesitated with your next words, this definitely could go wrong. he raised his brow, prompting you to continue. embarrassment burned your face down to your chest. you wanted to back out but it was too late now. you clear your throat, walking towards him and placing your hands on his desk. “i wanna ask you something.”

he didn’t respond but you knew he heard you. “can you sit on my face?” you blurt out. price snapped his head towards you, shock written all over his features. “i’m sorry– what?” he laughed in disbelief.

“you heard me, captain.” you answered, you didn’t want this to be awkward. price knew he should refuse but the thought of you letting him ride your face made him flustered and wet. “i wanna help you relax.” you didn’t intend on forcing him to accept your offer, of course, but you wanted him to know that you’ll do it if it helps ease him. he glanced at his paperwork, then to you, then at his paperwork again. “i’ll help you finish it after.” you say to him, and he looks even more baffled.

that’s how you got price bent over his desk, wet pussy in front of your face. hot breath left your mouth as he squirmed. “you sure ‘bout this?” you felt bad because you were a little too eager and that he probably couldn’t say no to you. “get on with it.” words spoke through gritted teeth, he was getting impatient with you. you used the flat of your tongue to lick from his clit up to his pussy.

“oh, fuck.” he gasped, pushing back against your face. “j-just like that, sweetheart. c’mon.” you didn’t think that it will only take a little amount of convincing, not that you’re complaining. you tease at his entrance, licking down slowly until your tongue catches on his clit. you wrap your lips around the sensitive bud, sucking on it. “nng– s’good. keep that up, love, yeah? jesus.” you sucked the bud a little harsher now, eagerness melting into action. you pulled away and he whined at the loss of you.

“rest back against me.” you commanded, grabbing his waist and maneuvering him and yourself so he’s sitting on your face in a way. this position was quite uncomfortable for your neck, but it was so worth the pain. he yelped as you began circling your tongue around his clit, just before you dragged the muscle into his pussy. he clenched around you. you hummed, sending vibrations into him.

“y’feel s’good, mmfph– just like that, jus’ like tha... hah.” he grinded on you now, his clit hitting on your bottom lip. you pull back, “already close, captain?” he whimpered, “not my fault that you’re good at this.” you smiled and immediately latched onto his pussy again.

this went on for hours, you lost track of how many orgasms price had. he began crying from the overwhelming pleasure. “t’much– s’too muuuch.” he sobbed, yet he refused to remove himself away from you. “one more, price. you can do it.” you mumble against him. “you jus’ taste so sweet.” he whined at that. “you’re gonna be the death of me, love. ah... don’t know if ya,” you inserted your fingers inside of his hole, “nnghhhh– fuckin’ hell, y-ya should’ve warned me if you were g-gonna...” he trailed off, now thrusting your fingers at a quick pace. price was torn in between whether to shove your face away or just sit on it forever. “hngh, mmf...” he moaned, attempting to silence his sounds with his hands.

but you won’t let him. you grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them behind his back, right above your head. “can’t get enough of you.” he cries, nearing another orgasm. “gonna, ‘m gonna–” he moaned your name as he reached his high. he panted, as you finally stood up from your spot.

he turned around to see you, eyes widening and face flushing at the sight of his essence dripping on your face. “like what you see?”

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[eilidh-eternal]

John “Bravo Six” Price

[efingart]

Hit the showers!

Now we have Price in "nothing but a towel" (he's also in nothing but a nothing but that's over here). I do have some ideas for other characters 👀 so you'll probably see the SFW versions of those down the line.

[rahhhbananas]

✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑��𝐈𝐓, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ✭ ✭ ✭

summary. When a new recruit arrives Y/n and his sister can’t help but give him a little scare.

warning(s). He/Him pronouns, foul language, implication of killing, very short

a/n. A non Atsv post 😱 I just love cod monster au , all cred goes to bluegiragi on twitter!

“I know, this is all new to you. And maybe a little scary…”

Price explained, sitting patiently in front of the new recruit, who just so happens to be human “Being around Hybrids can be overwhelming, and it’s not the easiest. Laswell has prepared a private barrack for you,” The young man nodded, thanking Price before wandering off to find his quarters. The older man sighed, taking his hat off before blowing out smoke from the cigar, curved green horns stood atop his head. His slacked posture, dissipating quickly once he realized the recruit went the opposite.

He choked on the smoke before hurriedly looking for the boy. He noticed a lounging Gaz, Soap not to far. The Harpy’s feathers scattered on the couch— the feathered male jumped quickly, scrambling to pick up his plumes, “Price! I swear I was gonna pick them up, I-I just” Gaz stammered, only to be ignored by Price “Not now Muppet, I gotta find that new recruit, anybody see where he went?” Both shrugged their shoulders “Lost the new guy already? They’re gonna eat ‘em alive!” Soap chimed, again being ignored. Ghost walked in, a cup of coffee in-hand, “Talkin’ about the new guy?” Ghost took a “sip” of coffee, the mask barricading the liquid, and burning his mouth “Shit!” Ghost cursed, Soap cackled, pointing a teasing finger at his comrade. Soap slowly stopped his fit of laughter, an alluring voice caught the groups attention. A look of fear washed over Price’s face “Oh, shit!” The Captain rushed in the direction, the others following in a hurry.

“Stay~” and “Join us~” two voices harmonized, Price pushed past the heavy metal door, the sound of running water increased. After searching for a while, he sees the new recruit standing in the center of multiple large tanks “Come on new boy! It won’t hurt,” Y/n chimed, his silver tail with f/c tips moving just as graceful as he. Another voice hummed “He’s not stupid! Just enchant him!” Clementine responded, boredly watching her brother tease the human, Y/n rolled his eyes, scoffing. Clementine returned the gesture “I’m just trying to help, if Price catches you he’s gonna cut off your connection with Alejandro…” Clementine frowned, diving back underwater once she heard the doors open.

“Y/n ! Are you outta your damn mind!” Price yelled, snatching the recruit from the merman’s alluring touch. The h/c sighed, getting in a somewhat comfortable position, preparing for one of Price’s lectures “I truly have no words!” Y/n deadpanned, despite having no words, Price yelled at Y/n for a solid 2 hours.

It was around 10pm, the group sat in the living room. Price read an article, his device rested on his lap. Soap, Gaz, and Y/n talked about the most random things. Ghost watched whatever was on TV at the moment, until Y/n’s phone started ringing. Looking at the screen it read “Alejandro 😼🥵”, before Y/n could answer. Price snatched his phone “Y/n…we both knew this was comin.” Price gave Y/n a stern look before sitting the phone next to him, his scaly tail slightly swaying from satisfaction.

BONUS:

Y/n realizing he won’t be able to gossip with Alejandro anymore:

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

I’m perfectly normal about this man and this picture

[runawayrainbowcomics]

MORE CALL OF DUTY LPS WOOHOO

I absolutely love making these, so next up is either gonna be Laswell and Valeria or König and Horangi. I still need to decide. Comment whichever one you want first and I’ll consider it.

Enjoy, since so many people loved the last one. Expect more in the future.

[mortal-kombattore-115]

Happy Holidays everyone! 🎅☃️

[tacticaldiary]

omg hi, i love your writing and saw requests were open for cod. i was wondering if you could write something where reader and simon are in an established relationship (can either be public to the team or a secret) and they are on a mission. reader has a scare during a mission and ghost has an “i almost lost you” moment with her.

Anyone But Her

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Their line of work has never guaranteed the assurance of coming home, but that doesn't make the fear of loss any easier to deal with, especially not when it happens right in front of his eyes.

Masterlist

If asked where one feels the most comfortable, people who respond with something like 'home' or 'the beach', something achievable and wholly normal.

Her? There was nothing more comforting than the feel of hot metal in her tight grip during a mission, the easy reloading of her sniper almost by muscle memory as she gazes down the scope. The commands, the back and forth with tasks and delegations, and the constant movement and adjustment needed to bring home a victory is what keeps her on her feet.

"In position on first building." Ghost's rough voice travels through the comms, bringing her attention away from the scope she's looking down. Laying down on the top of a hill, spotting the other members as they infiltrate a Russian warehouse, was an easy job. In and out before they realised that the team was even there.

It's an ugly thing, what the 141 deals with, but it's so far set from what normal is that she's long since accepted that there's no going back.

Part of her is glad she hadn't tried. If there was never a chance she'd have been selected for this squad, she never would have met the enigma that is Simon Riley.

Standoffish, brash, deadly.

Understanding, confident, loving.

They'd butted heads on her first day harsher than any of the others ever had, and after an order from Price to resolve their tension lest it interfere mid battle, the both of them had come to realise that they had much more in common than they thought.

The rest had been history. They already moved in sync on the field, and after a try they'd discovered they worked just as well together as something more than teammates. It was hard to keep things professional with glances so heated and words that no friend would ever offer each other.

Some of the things he's said to her in the heat of the moment and the privacy of their quarters makes blood rush to her cheeks just thinking about it.

She was just a precaution, really. A failsafe, because the odds may be in their favour but they were never always truly compliant.

"Breaching second on your command." Gaz's voice relays through.

"Sergeant, how are things from above?"

"All clear, L.T." She says, doing another final sweep of the grounds. "No visible hostiles near your vicinity." The good news is delivered with an undertone of caution.

If their intel was correct, this warehouse should be housing stolen US documents, information that could deal real damage to their operations if transported farther than it already had been.

So where were all the soldiers?

The only ones she sees are a few mulling around the grounds, three by the radio tower nearby and another few near the vehicles at the back of the compounds. Surely such valuable intel would be more heavily guarded?

Her gut speaks to attest that something is wrong, but before she can bring it to light, Ghost and Soap, and Gaz and Price breach the doors of their respective warehouses.

"Copy." Ghost rasps. "Breaching now." She pauses for a moment to fiddle with her comms unit, the voices filtering through to her earpiece crackling in a way they shouldn't be if the device was fully functional.

Looking down her scope, everything seems normal. The grass swaying in the wind, the silence that follows and-

Silence?

She stiffens at the sudden lack of noise. It was too still, the clam before the storm. Hand flying to her comms, she speaks into the device;

"Ground team, how copy?"

Static. Then silence.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she repeats herself louder, more firmly, frowning where there's nothing but muted static and crackling. She does another sweep of the facility with her sniper. All seems quiet until her gaze focuses on the radio tower.

Adjusting her scope's distance, her mouth goes dry when she realises exactly what the three at the base of the structure are holding. A device she herself has used many times during missions like these.

A jammer.

Sudden movement makes her eyes snap back to the vehicle form before. Her stomach drops as the doors to the truck swing open and soldiers armed to their necks pour out, spreading all over the facility.

An ambush. They knew they were coming. Jammed their comms to isolate them and hide their forces until the others entered the warehouses probably. Surrounded. They'd be surrounded in mere minutes if they didn't do something.

Her comms are useless, so she can't warn them, and can only watch in muted horror as they start to scatter around the building.

Fuck.

She can't take out the three men at the tower from here. That wouldn't stop the device and only act to reveal her position. Hands-on was the only way.

Slamming her sniper onto the strap on her back, she extracts her pistol, breaking into a harsh sprint down the hill. There was no time, she had to warn them herself. To hell with staying out of sight.

The 141...they were like family to her. Soap and Gaz's constant cheeky remarks and antics, Price's steadfast and reliable leadership, Ghost...Simon's patience and understanding, his muted passion and actions that when decoded conveyed more love than anybody had every offered her.

The day her team took a loss would not be today. Not like this. Not when she could help it.

Finding herself in the middle of the compound by ducking and staying out of view, she kneels behind a crate, unhooking one of her frag grenades, pulling the pin out with her teeth.

This would give away her position, a dangerous gamble while hostiles surrounded her from all sides, but what better way to alert battle-ready soldiers than with the bang of a grenade. A sounds they knew all to well.

She'd just have to hold her position until they could regroup. She's done tougher things before, and this was so or die right now. With the thought in mind, she steels herself and tosses out the grenade at the most densely packed area of soldiers, clenching her jaw and taking cover at the resounding bang that cracks through the air.

The gunfire follows soon after.

Her comms crackle, evidence that someone's trying to reach her, but with the jammer not sounds can be deciphered.

Soldiers yell, and fire at her location, the heavy thudding of footsteps on either side of her clueing her into their intentions to flank her sides and gun her down. Returning fire, she ducks between the crates to make her way to the radio tower, just a couple of metres away. Bullets clink and bang and ricchoet of fthe metal around her, but miraculously, she's mostly unscathed as dives behind a vehicle and takes down the three men aiming their rifles at her.

The jammer lays at the feet, blinking green.

Right in the middle of the open field. She had to get there, had to get it off so they could all communicate with each other and move smoothly. There was a higher risk of casualties if one moved without the knowledge of the others.

Unpredictability was the worst of enemies in the field.

Steeling herself for going out in the open under the inevitable spray of bullets, she unclips a smoke grenade and tosses it, holding her breath as acrid smoke obstructs everyone's vision. Stumbling into the mess, she keeps low to the ground to avoid the blind fire into the smoke and feels around for the device.

Her hands curl around the metal and she sprints back to cover.

She doesn't make it.

Their blind fire proves effective, as a bullet rips through her shoulder, another one through her calf wrenching out a choked scream from her. The smoke was slowly dissipating, and pretty soon visibility would be back and then any bullet wounds she'd sustain would not be as unfatal.

Panic claws up her throat, but years of practise allow her to swallow it down. She pulls herself up, but groans and collapses, her leg unable to support her weight and her shoulder unable to drag her across the ground.

Shit, shit.

Her breaths come ragged and uneven, her knuckles turning white with the harsh grip on the device. Changing courses, she brings the jammer close to her, focusing on it instead, turning knobs and pressing buttons.

If she bit the bullet here, she'd damn well do so making sure the others stayed alive.

The second the jammer switches off, voices filter through her comms, a flurry of mixed yells, gunfire and pounding footsteps.

"Sergeant?!" A familiar voice barks down the line, hoarse...worried? "Are you down?"

Lightheaded, feeling blood soak through her clothes, she can't bring herself to respond. The smoke starts to clear and the best she can do is shift herself behind a tree a few feet away, leaning against the thick trunk for cover while unable to grasp her weapon through the slippery bloody coating her hands.

Was it normal to have that much blood? Feeling a little delirious, she drops her weapons besides her and presses down hard on the wound on her leg, biting back a groan. Gunfire pings around her, gunpowder and smoke acrid in the air.

It's only when Ghost snaps her name through the comms does she come back to herself a little.

"I'm..." She squeezes her eyes shut trying to get her tongue to form words. "I'm down. Bleeding out near the radio tower. Fuckers jammed out comms. Ambush. Had to...had to warn you. Had to fix it." She coughs, spitting into the ground beside her as blood trickles down her chin.

Definitely not normal.

Swallowing is hard, her thoughts swim as the grass beneath her is stained crimson. Her body feels too heavy, head to light and she wonders if this is really the end.

Someone speaks through her comms, words to muddled in her head to make out. Gaz? Or was that Price? Maybe Soap? Or Simon?

God, what she wouldn't give to hear Simon again, just once. Her eyes flutter shut with a groan. Just once more. She just wants to hear that gruff voice one more time through the comms, saying her name. He's never told her he's loved her verbally, even when she expressed it herself, but words haven't ever been his strong points.

His actions spoke far far louder.

The ways he's memorised all her little routines, her favourite foods, her favourite activities, the particular way she likes to store and clean her weapons. the silent moments at night where he pulled her close and the shared a book together, the nights spent together in bed where he showed her that he was not lacking in love when it came to her.

Simon Riley had left a mark on her life that she wore with pride, and if this...this meant that he lived on another day. She grits her teeth, shallows pant soft breath as blood pools between her fingers.

Then it was damn well worth it.

                                  · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

An unstoppable force by nature, Ghost is the scariest anybody's ever seen him right now.

That last comms transmission from her had made his heart practically stop in his chest, even if he was as apathetic as ever from the outside. He had called out to her again, demanded she stay awake and give a precise location but no matter how much he shouted and order through the comms he was met with a deafening silence.

Silence that suggested the worst.

Fuck, no. No way. This wasn't happening, this simply wasn't something Simon would allow to happen.

Not her. Not any of them, really, but especially not her. Not her soft smiles and meaningful glances, not when she made him feel as if he might not break everything he comes into contact with.

Not when she was the only one who's ever coaxed out Simon Riley from Ghost.

His actions grow harsher, more brutal. The moment he hears she's near the radio towers bleeding out, he's a man on a mission, and none of the others make a peep of protest as he clears the way through to her, a spartan leaving a trail of blood behind as he moves.

He does not rage. Rage implies something uncontrolled and fierce. No, this is not rage. This is something much colder, much more calculating. Every throat that he slashed with his knife, every bullet that lands home in a skull is done with precision and deadly force. He means every bit of hurt he causes, hurt that stems from his own panic at her sudden silence.

This was not rage. This was icy cold desperation disguised as cool anger.

He's the one who finds her after everybody spreads out to clear the facility.

Back to a tree, eyes closed, hands limp at her side.

She might have been sleeping if not for all the fucking blood.

Dropping down beside her, he shakes her shoulder firmly, calling out her name.

"Wake up, Sergeant." He orders, eyes raking over her figure to find the source of her injuries. His jaw ticks as he notes the two fresh wounds. She doesn't move when he extracts a rolls of gauze from his belt, doesn't flinch when he tightly wraps her injuries.

Does not wake up to notice how his hands are shaking as he ties the final knots.

"Wake up." He says, voice much lower, something deeply needing. Shifting closer, he pulls her into his arms, away from the rough bark of the tree. Her head falls to his shoulder limply, making his breath hitch, true, cold fear gripping his heart. "Wake up, sweetheart, c'mon." He urges. She's still alive as per the shallow rise and fall of her chest, but she won't fucking wake up and it's killing him, making panic claw at his throat because not her, not her, not her.

Reaching around, he pinches her sternum hard, relief slamming into him when she finally groans and whimpers, a weak hand reaching up to push his away. "That's it, love. There you go." He mutters praise, hooking an arm under her legs and hoisting her up, carrying her. "Keep those eyes open for me, yeah? Don't you dare fucking close them, you hear me?" His accent is thicker than normal

"..Simon?" She groans, barely a whisper, making his heart wretch painfully.

"It's me." He confirms, clutching her tighter as he makes his way back to the exfil he'd ordered Gaz to request. The heli stand waiting near the first warehouse, a mass of dead bodies paving the path for them to step over. "I've got you, love. Stay with me, just a little longer.

He doesn't know if she can hear him let alone understand what he's saying, but it seems to work, her groggy gaze taking in their surrounding, watching but not really seeing.

She shoves at his chest suddenly, weak but firm. "No...you gotta-they're here." She rattles in a breath that makes even him wince. "Ambush, Simon. Gotta-get yourself out."

"Fucking hell woman, you think I'd leave you?" He hisses, hiking her up closer so their bodies are pressed together. He feels a rush of anger peer through the crushing panic and worry he's beating down.

"No time." She breathes. "Leave-"

"Not another word." He warns, angry at the thought that she'd even think for one moment that he'd let her die on his watch, that he'd ever leave the one good thing in his life.

Her compliance scares him to the bone.

Simon practically runs the last few meters towards the evac heli, barking out instructions for a medic as they bring out a stretcher. Gently, an action so at odds with the flames burning through his veins, he lays her down on it, staying by her side as they hoist her inside.

The jolting makes her whimper, aggravating her injuries no doubt. "Careful," Simon demands, and a single glare from him is enough to make the team move her with much more cautiousness.

The team clamours in and it's not long before they're all in the air.

A silence is passed around the space, an acknowledgment and shared anger at her state, how she was riddled with bullets like a target because of her selfless nature to save and give.

They hadn't gotten the intel, but Simon has never given less of a shit about anything before, not when she's laying next to him pale and trembling, looking up at him as if he might be the one to make her pain go away.

May God strike him dead if he doesn't try his fucking hardest.

                                  · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The steady beep on a heart monitor and the sharp smell of antiseptic is what slowly brings her back to the living world. She feels...

Well she feels like shit.

That's kind a given though, judging by how she determines by the scratchy sheets under her that she's in a hospital bed. One would be more disorientated by waking up like this, but she's seen her fare share of white bedspreads and jello cups.

Finally gathering up the courage to blink her heavy eyes open, she squints at the ceiling light, slowly getting her bearings.

They were...on a mission. She tries to recall. Warehouse. Men. Jammer...

The jammer! Were the others alright? All she remembers is passing out by the tree and-what else?

Alarm ringing through her, she moves to sit up but immediately groans at her body protesting, her limbs burning at the movement. Shoulder and leg tight with stitches, she tries to force herself to sit up when a large, warm hard pushes her back down.

"Easy does it. Lay still for me." The familiar voice washes away the alarm and when she slowly, groggily turns her head, there sits the one person she wanted to see.

Simon sits beside her bed, looking ragged and poorly even beneath his mask. She can see it by the tension in his shoulders.

"Wh-" She trails off, coughing and wincing at the pain in her dry throat. There's a rustling, and then a hand at the back of her neck, guiding her lips to a cup full of cool water. "Drink." Simon says simply, helping her swallow the liquid until she pushes on his hand.

"What happened?" She finally manages, meeting his eyes. "You look...like shit. You okay?"

Amusement may have flickered into those eyes of his, but it's next to nothing with the other concoction of worry in his eyes.

For someone so stoic, he had very expressive eyes if you knew how to read them.

"Am I okay?" He stares in disbelief. "Considering I didn't get shot twice and nearly bleed out, I'd say I'm doing better than you."

"Ever the comedian." Her joke doesn't crack a smile from him and that's when she knows something is truly wrong. "Simon what-"

The scrape of his chair cuts her off as he stands abruptly, moving over to her side. He seems hesitant for a split second, arms pausing as they reach out.

He decides to push away the doubt, however, because moments later, strong arms are wrapped around her, pulling her into him. She relaxes at the familiar scent of him, of his clothes as he tucks his chin over her head.

His heart is racing under his cheek, her fist loosely gripping his shirt.

She knows he'll speak in time, that she just has to wait for him to gather the words and decide how to express them out loud. So she does exactly that. She waits while he regulates himself, gathers his thoughts.

His arms tighten around her. "Thought I lost you." He says, and if it had been anybody but her, they might have missed the slight tremor in his voice. "When I saw you bleeding out against that tree...Fuck, I thought you were gone."

"Not that easily." She hums, pressing into him further. "Never than easily."

"Better fucking not be." It coaxes a hoarse giggle from her, what he growls in her ear.

"I'm alright, Simon." She assures him gently. "Alive and kicking."

He nods against her head minutely, his lips pressing against her head through his mask, a gesture that makes her melt because if Simon was resorting to such a thing he must have really had a scare. He hated PDA and although they were the only ones in the room, normally they reserved this kind of intimacy for their own rooms when they're alone together.

He stays like that for a while, convincing himself that she was there, that she was alive and breathing and in his arms and untouchable as of now. All the while she runs a soothing hand up and down his strong arms, mumbling assurances of their safety.

She'd do it again in a heartbeat, would put herself in harms way to save her team, but as she sits there pressed against him, the sun spilling into the room warming it with it's rays, she can't help but think of how thankful she is to have felt this again.

To have the chance to continue experiencing the protective love of Simon Riley.

Requests Are Open!

(25/06/2023)

[nia-writes]

Headcannons for 141 + Konig + Los Vaqueros with a f!reader on a first date

Like how the date set up would be, where and what would they have for their meal, what activities they would do together

Loads of fluff if you don’t mind. I personally think Konig would do a sip and paint type of date 🥺 man is so big and cute while he paints on a mini canvas and sip tea while Price is the type to take you to see the northern lights cos he’s extra like that

Hiiii~ thank you for requesting!! I love this ask and added in who asked who on a date! Hope you enjoy~ For König, I changed his date a little <3

Warnings: None, just fluff~ a shirtless Kyle~

My requests are open~

Ghosty

You asked him for a date.

You’ve always had a special relationship with him, Simon’s always been softer with you than he is with anyone.

At first you thought it was because he thought you were weak, since you’re new to the 141. Like if he didn’t protect you- you’d compromise the mission and get yourself, and others killed.

But you *thankfully* realised that’s not true one day, while having a conversation with Soap and Gaz.

"Come on, y/n! Are you honestly that dense?!” Kyle exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

“What?!” You shot back, sinking down in your seat. "You’re both just teasing me" You sighed.

"No, lass, open yer eyes" Johnny sighed, shaking you dramatically.

And you did, you began to notice how different his behaviour was towards you. And thus, you asked him on a date.

Simon was frozen, his eyes wide a bit when you did. He had liked you for a while, but could never confess to himself that he did. He was scared to lose you, and if he loved you, that meant one day he would.

But when your eyes patiently wait for his answer, looking up at him with the same eyes he fell in love with, he sighs and says "Sure." a bit too rough. (but thats because hes in disbelief that you actually asked him)

You smiled and decided to plan the date specially for him.

He doesn't like crowds, you've discovered that one day when the boys and yourself went out. You want this date to be enjoyable for him too- something memorable.

You planned him a picnic in the woods, under the stars. A blanket is laid out in a clearing, fake candles lit. Over the years you've remembered Simon's favourite food and drinks, and made sure to get them all for him.

Simon is speechless as he stares at the sight, before slowly looking at you.

"You did this, for me?" He asked in his belief- shocked how much effort you put in for him.

You smile and nodded, "All for you!"

During the date, Simon would try to get to know you better, asking you questions he never knew about you before.

He had fun, and removes his mask for you. "You're so beautiful" you sigh, caressing his cheek.

Simon almost cries- not once in his life does he feel so loved like he does now

He definitely kisses you~

Johhny Foap Mactavish~

Johnny asked you on a date.

Hes liked you for a very long time, and finally had the courage to ask you.

He was very sweet about it, got your favourite snack and a singular rose, he was nervous when he asked- different from his usual confident self.

"I've liked yer for a while, Bonnie. Will yer join me for a date?"

Of course you said yes, wrapping him in a tight hug.

A date with Johnny would be fun, adventurous and full of laughter. You never want it to end.

He took you to a cat cafe- completely unexpected by you.

Johnny isn't fond of dogs- but he does like cats, and he knows you love these fluffy adorable creatures.

He pays for the whole date and doesn't allow you to, hes a gentleman, who wants to make a good impression on you.

As soon as you both enter the cafe, you fell in love with all the cats. Especially one black and white one called Elara. She reminds you of Ghost, and Johnny agreed.

The whole date is filled with laughter and cat cuddles, Johnny buys you some delicious treats (which one cat steals, it was funny watching them fight, you were rooting for the cat)

It was a very cute sight, watching Johnny cuddle a cat. His favorite was called Maxine, a ginger cat.

(He tries to steal her but failed)

You took a very cute picture of them- using it as your wallpaper on your phone.

At the end of the date, you kissed. It was definitely one of the best dates you've ever been on.

John Price

You asked him.

I see Price as not being the one to ask- hes a busy man, no time for romance.

But when you ask him, he goes against all that, and says yes.

He plans it, he has to. He planned your date the moment he knew he fell in love, and he wanted it to be very memorable and special.

He tells you to pack your bags, for a weekend away. You nod, still processing whats happening.

And when the weekend comes, and he sees you all packed, John can't help but smile. He plans to have a lot of fun, and of course, make sure you do too.

You had no idea what he has planned, but you weren't expecting this-

A trip to see the Northern Lights-

You hug him tight, tears forming in your eyes. You once told John you wanted to see them a very long time ago- it came as a shock that he remembered.

He rented a cabin too, a perfect view to see them all night. (You got lucky and it showed for a long time)

John got you a gift too, a bracelet to wear. It's plain back with a hint of blue, perfect to wear all the time. You love it, making a promise to never take it off.

He also packed some food, to cook at the cabin. You decided to help him, laughing as you joke about his cutting vegetables skills. "You know, I've seen Johnny do better" you giggled, remembering the time he cooked at base.

John lets out an amused huff. "That also the time he set toast on fire?" yes it was.

After dinner, you both cuddle by the fireplace, its warm and you feel safe and right in John's arms.

You lean your head back and kiss him, happy to finally be able to love him.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

You asked him~

I believe Gaz is the youngest in the team, that being said, he most likely doesn't have a lot of romantic experience.

But he deserves so much love, and you've fallen hard for him!

It was definitely a shock to him when you asked, and he quickly snapped out of it, happily saying "Yes!"

You both planned your date, wanting to do something fun and new.

Thats when you suggested stand up paddle surfing, and Kyle agreed, already thinking of all the mischief he will cause-

A few days later, Kyle rented some paddle boards, packing them in his car to drive you both to the beach.

The drive was fun- both of you singing to random songs that come up on a playlist, while telling jokes.

Kyle rests his hand on your thigh the whole way.

Once at the beach, you both got the equipment out, rushing to the water. You're so excited for this, knowing you both need a well deserved break.

Kyle definitely stays shirtless on the beach he did it on purpose

As soon as you got in the water, Kyle helps you on your board before he tried to get on his, you laugh hard as he fell in the ocean- screaming when you nearly fell.

"Think that's funny, huh" He laughed, shaking your paddle board. You scream as he does, trying to hold on for dear life.

He chuckles and stops, pulling himself up on his board. He paddles with ease, standing up like his came natural for him.

You on the other hand, were having a hard time. "Struggling, baby?" He laughs, bumping his board on yours.

"Pffft no!" You snorted, clearly lying. He smiles and gets on your board, holding your waist tight to him.

"Stay calm, yeah? I got you" He whispered in your ear.

You nod, a blush appearing on your face.

The rest of the date went well- it was so fun- especially when you both started play fighting in the water.

Afterwards, you cuddle on the beach, watching the sun set. You admire the view, while Kyle admires you.

When you notice he's looking at you, you smile and place a gentle kiss on his lips- to which he happily accepts.

Alejandro

The most romantic guy ever- he asked you.

Ever since he saw you, he was head over heels. He wasted no time in asking you on a date, a bouquet of black roses in his hand.

He did everything for this date- he cooked dinner and baked desert, decorated his garden and table full of flowers and lights, and even got you a present- a beautiful necklace that he put on you.

To say you were spoiled, is an understatement.

When you first enter his home, he gently grabs you by the waist and kisses your forehead. "You look absolutely beautiful mi amor" He smiled.

He looks and smells really good-

When you enter his garden, your eyes widen in shock, it is absolutely beautiful.

You had no idea he was going all out like this- he laughs at your face and guides you to your seat, sitting you down and tucking your chair in.

He compliments you all throughout the date, not skipping a beat to remind you how beautiful you are in his eyes.

He's very smitten~

Alejandro serves dinner, a 3 course meal, he prepped himself. He starts with the starters, smiling as he hands you your plate.

Your eyes widen when you see your favourite foods.

"How did you know?" You asked, blinking, thinking you're in a dream.

Ale smiles and said "A little bird told me"

The little bird was Rudy~~

You smile bright as you ate, enjoying the dinner he made just for you~

Definitely kisses you at the end~

Konig

You asked him!

Konig was too anxious to ask you, he really wanted to, but he didn't know how.

But when you did, he sighed with relief, nodding while whispering a small "Yes please"

You planned the date, something that you've been wanting to see for a while. Konig making and decorating his own pottery!

It was a complete surprise to him what you choice, and when he finds out, his eyes widen a bit.

He was anxious he would never be able to create pottery, but you were quick to reassure him.

Seeing his large self sit at a pottery turntable made you laugh, he's so huge that his poor legs had to be stretched out.

He was surprisingly good at this, he listened to the instructor very carefully and managed to a mug. You were very proud of him, showing him by kissing his cheek.

His brain malfunctioned at the action.

While the pottery was drying, you both walked around the workshop, admiring the other designs other people have done.

He held your hand as you did, smiling down at your intertwined hands.

Konig designs his mug for you, he wanted you to keep it and use it as a way to remember your first date with him.

He paints it in your favourite colour, drawing little smiley faces and adding a little 'K' in the middle. He also very carefully drew some little hearts.

He was anxious when he gave it to you, a light blush on his face.

When you took it with a smile and held it to your chest, he let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

When you handed the mug you made for him, he laughs softly and kisses the top of your head.

He doesn't kiss you, but he does on the second date~

[sophiemakarova]

I stopped using my real last name online (amazing decision, highly recommend) and now just use “Makarova”. With its CoD relations it was a no brainer to use it for my Barry Sloane autograph. Here’s him signing mine! 🥹⬆️

[wistfuleternity]

Still can’t believe they would replace Captain Price 😤 um hello you literally have Barry Sloane?! I mean unless he doesn’t want to do it then that’s okay but I think he should have a say in this. I think they should just use the original cast but that’s just my opinion

[thatoneartist97]

Tried a different way to shade! And I drew the one and only Price- I love this man

[wallsendpolice]

adventures of captain price reference... (HELP I JUST NOTICED PRICE'S EAR IS LIKE RLLY LOW NOAOAOOAAOOA)