#nerve cod

[garyroachsanderson]

i would like to hear more about nerve’s original squadron! maybe a drabble or headcanons? 👀👀

YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST THIS

NERVE X THEIR PAST SQUADRON - DRABBLE / HEADCANONS

After they joined, they were quickly deployed to America, back to their home country, and placed with a squadron.

A ‘squadron’ is a term for two or more flights (units) bunched together in one sort of team. In Nerve’s case, it was 2.

Their squadron was called The 176th Attack Squadron, but everyone had already agreed that was a stupid name, so they called themselves the Dovehawks. One flight was the Doves, and the others were the Hawks. Since both flights already had 14 people, Nerve sort of just.. existed in between. They were in both flights— mainly Hawk— but they were an authentic Dovehawk.

They flew A-10 Thunderbolt IIs. Nerve was upset about having to leave their Lassie behind after being deployed.

Nerve was considerably livelier and talkative with their original flight than they are now. They don’t think they’ll ever be like that again (unless i were to pull a few goofy strings)

Their flight members were actually very kind. It consisted of the following: (👽 means Nerve lost contact with them, ☠️ means KIA, and ❓ means genuinely MIA)

Fracture (👽) (37 Y/O American male, full name John Frazier) 🦅

Bearhug (👽) (34 Y/O Australian female, full name Lizzy Carlson) 🦅

Turtledove (☠️) (19 Y/O Dutch male, full name Cassidy Longlegs) 🦅

South (👽) (43 Y/O American male, full name Altan Kose) 🦅

Laylow (👽) (26 Y/O Lativan female, full name Agnese Kalnina) 🦅

Terrier (☠️) (30 Y/O Australian male, full name Joseph Klitzman) 🦅

Two Teeth (☠️) (56 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name William Sanders) 🦅

Softspot (👽) (28 Y/O American female, full name Hannah Sanders) 🦅

Boxcutter (👽) (18 Y/O American female, full name Hailey de Guzman) (AKA: Nerve’s best friend) 🦅

Kamikaze (❓) (24 Y/O Australian male, full name Alexander Tenorman) 🦅

Gimoteo (❓) (27 Y/O Australian male, full name Derek Tenorman) 🦅

Tiny (☠️) (42 Y/O American female, full name Vanessa Madden) 🦅

Pork (👽) (50 Y/O Australian male, full name Cosmo Barlowe) 🦅

Crow (☠️) (21 Y/O German female, full name Anna Fischer) 🦅

Nerve (❓) (16 Y/O American, first name Arkady (Аркадий), last name undetermined.) 🦅(🕊️?)

Baywatch (❓) (45 Y/O Polish male, first name undetermined but last name Adamski.) 🕊️

Seagull (👽) (30 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name Saul Gull) 🕊️

Kenny (👽) (25 Y/O American male, full name Kenneth Thompson) 🕊️

Bulldog (☠️) (29 Y/O United Kingdom female, full name Amy Deer) 🕊️

Ray (☠️) (40 Y/O American male, full name Raymond Jackson) 🕊️

FuFu (☠️) (26 Y/O American female, full name Bunny Blackburn) 🕊️

Button (❓) (53 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name Seymour Buttefield) 🕊️

Bomber (👽) (20 Y/O Australian male, full name Frank Kaczynski) 🕊️

Nine (👽) (32 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name Daniel Hudson) 🕊️

Screwloose (☠️) (50 Y/O Australian female, full name Mary Walsh) 🕊️

Saline (☠️) (24 Y/O Irish male, full name Fred O’Sullivan) 🕊️

Tombstone (☠️) (60 Y/O Irish male, full name Anthony Walsh) 🕊️

Wren (❓) (18 Y/O United Kingdom female, full name Raina Simon) 🕊️

Ant (❓) (18 Y/O American male, full name Johnny Hodge) 🕊️

(here’s a secret: i haven’t read up on the air force since i was in the 8th grade, making this story. i’m reading all these details on the planes and shit from a paper i found lying in my closet /srs. my memory fails me, as i have no fucking idea what a ‘general chief sergeant’ is, so while i read up on the air force i’ll just say that fracture is the ‘big leader’, baywatch is second in command, etc etc etc, and bearhug, ray, pork, and south are the ‘sergeants’ of the crew. nerve is fracture’s teacher’s pet. boxcutter is nerves best friend. )

“Nerve! There’s something wrong with my jet.”

Their brown eyes glazed down the form of the soldier just in front of the base entrance, attempting to study her facial expression from the goggles blocking her eyes. The flow of sunlight from the outside drenched the soldier and illuminated her gear, but caught her darkened goggles, sending an impossibly bright glint of light Nerve’s way.

Placing a saluted hand upon their forehead, they dragged themselves from their work, their legs threatening to give out as they did. Hauling themselves across the smoothed concrete, placing their hands on their hips as they came to the side of their comrade. They paused, knees slightly bent, studying the back of the plane to discover the issue, before turning to Boxcutter with an eyebrow raised.

“Wait, something’s wrong with your gear.” She pointed a crude finger towards Nerve’s chest, her eyes sliding down their form. Something.. wrong with it? They had double checked it this morning. What could possibly be off?

As their eyes met the tip of her gloved finger, she quickly snapped it upwards, sending Nerve’s chin aloft, head pointed towards the rafters.

“Fucking idiot.”

Nerve hesitated, before pulling down their mesh face mask and exerting all of the force in their molars upon her still-pointed finger.

[toomanywordsnllines]

Sometimes... the world can be a little too much.

[cerise-on-top]

Hii please can you do family hcs for soap, graves and rodolfo (sorry if thats two meny) like as in having kids being married and stuff x

Hey! I don't write about children, so I wrote general marriage HCs for the lads :-)

Marriage HCs for Soap, Rodolfo and Graves

Soap: As soon as you’re engaged he’s never taking that ring off again. It’s a small but lovely reminder that the two of you are bound together forever. To be frank, he loves the feeling of being married to you. His bonnie and him are finally married, what more could he want? He’s actually a surprisingly good husband, always taking care of you and getting you whatever you need. Insists on going on vacation with you for a week to ten days once a year. It’s his way of unwinding. Plus he really wants to see the world with you, make as many memories as possible as well. Very dutiful too, if you ever tell him to do something then he’ll do it. Rarely ever does he complain. After all, his beautiful spouse needs him, and what is more wonderful than that. If you’re not allergic to them, then he insists on getting a dog with you. They’re loyal, they’re sweet, they’re adventurous. They’re kind of like him and he jokes about that too. If you love Soap then you’re going to love a dog as well. However, sometimes he gets a bit overwhelmed with love for you and will just hold you tightly for a bit. He doesn’t talk, he doesn’t even move, he just holds you and takes in your warmth and your scent. Once he’s almost done feeling sappy, he’ll sigh, put your face in between his hands, give you a big smooch and tell you how much he loves you. It gets especially bad once you’re married. He can’t help it, though, he simply adores you.

Rodolfo: He never would have thought he’d find someone willing to marry someone like him. Sure, he’s flattered and flabbergasted, even, and that sometimes gets to him. Once you’re married, he’ll try his best to be a good husband for you. Gets up before you do so he can make you some breakfast, cleans your home as long as he can be quiet, hell, he’ll even try to use the washing machine and wash your clothes. If you’re awake somehow and want to join him, he’s over the moon. There’s just something so domestic about doing house chores together, he loves it. At one point he’ll insist on going on a roadtrip through Mexico together so you can see all the most beautiful sights together. He loves his country and he loves you too, so he’d love nothing more than to combine both of those things together. It’s not optional either, he’ll bring it up again and again until you finally relent and let him plan everything. I don’t think he’d be too much of a dog person, but you could probably convince him to get a cat. He wouldn’t admit it, but he thinks they’re kind of cute. Will also try to be your cat’s favorite by feeding it some snacks here and there, just to brag that it loves him after all. One thing he’ll also start doing once you’re married is send letters to you. You don’t have to respond, but he just wants to send you something more personal every once in a while. Besides, it’s something sweet too, isn’t it? Not very many people send each other letters anymore these days. They’re more personal than a simple text message.

Graves: He’s a cocky but loveable guy most of the time, but he actually becomes a bit calmer once you’re married. Sure, he’ll still tease you when he can, but that’s just how he is. Back then, he may have told you he loves you by teasing you, but nowadays he genuinely just holds you close and gives you a heartfelt “I love you” from time to time. Not too fond of doing chores, even with you, but he’ll do them anyway because he can’t just leave all the work to you, even if he wouldn’t mind hiring a maid to do so either. Will want to buy a big house for the both of you to live in together. He has too much money on his hands anyway, so he does it anyway. It’s not going to be too remote, but it won’t be in the heart of a city either. If you’re not American then he’ll convince you to live with him in the States. It’s his home country, he’s a proud American and he wants you to be with him. He’s not too open for a pet, in all honesty. Even if he can’t really name a reason as to why. It’s not like he’s allergic or anything, he’s just not the biggest fan of pets. Most he can do is a fish. But trust me, he’d actually take really good care of that fish. It would likely be overfed, but he’d deny ever feeding it and caring for it. If he thinks you’re not around then he’ll actually talk to it about how great of a spouse you are and how lovely it is that you’re taking care of him and it. Yes, he gushes about you to the fish. If asked he doesn’t even know you have a fish, though.

[cod-dump]

(With Ghost)

Ghost: Price… am I ugly?

Price: You are the most handsome man in the world, so handsome that if you didn’t wear that mask all the time no one would get anything done because they won’t be able to stop staring at you

(With Gaz)

Gaz: Price, am I ugly?

Price: In a million years you will remain as beautiful and handsome as you are now

(With Soap)

Soap: Price, am I ugly?

Price, not bothering to look up from his paperwork: Without a doubt

[gomzdrawfr]

✧.* 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 ✧ ˚ · .

would love to see everyone's interpretation of this before seeing mine under the cut :]

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Forever

it means continually

for all future time

for always

But is there really a "forever?" after all, everything must come to an end

"You believe in forever, Lt?" a whispered question

"No" a rough answer

Of course Ghost wouldn't believe in forever, its not possible to live that long physically

But maybe, just maybe...

As Ghost stares up into the sky and takes another long, long drag of his cigarette

Just maybe...

Part of him thinks that if Soap....if Soap is forever...

.....then maybe Ghost might just believe it

He'll never admit it, at least not to him that's for sure

But just tonight, the moon dusts scattered amongst the night sky

and the pale exhale of the cigarette smoke shall bear witness for Ghost's confession

that Johnny is Simon's forever.

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[hunterbunter3000]

ghost really out here ignoring that Sweetheart deserves better than his theater kid ass. Slutty bastard man <3

LMAOO STOP THE THEATER KID ASS IS KILLING ME

He's so dramatic sometimes 🙄 but he's such a SLUT LIKE-- he purposely wears tight ass shirts and flex whenever Sweetheart comes to view. And he knows she's watching, giving him the attention that he craves constantly from her. AND THEN HE FUCKING STRETCHES AND THE SHIRT RIDES UP-- SHOWING THE HAPPY TRAIL AND HIS ABS WTF MANN

He's a bastard bitch and I love him AHAHA

[nana2009]

btw september all anons. you can blame dave strider for the month long wait. never had a man have such a gorilla grip on my daddy issues like he has

[pix-writes]

I'm still watching the gameplay but I can't stop thinking platonic soap x f!reader where you're really good friends.

I feel like Soap is definitely the guy who will totally do face masks with you, to unwind on a weekend you're not working.

Will let you paint his nails on occasion (even if he moans about getting into trouble because against regulations; he doesn't get any comments though, and so next time he asks you for a brighter colour. Just to see what he can get away with- it's been a dull week 😅)

Soap protecting your drink on a night out. There's about a 55% chance he'll just drink it himself & order you something else. Being the protective type of friend and scaring off any creeps.

That sort of thing...

[http-paprika]

For living in the south, I absolutely hate writing Graves accent. I don’t know why, it’s just so hard for me! I should be able to write it, I live south of the Mason-Dixon Line!

[sunfishsiestalah]

wip of an old couple arguing about something

[kaitaiga]

I missed drawing Lachlan :( I’ve had this itch to draw him again for AAAAGES but uni is absolutely draining me, so when I have free time I spend it sleeping lmao

Anyways, enjoy this little sketch of him just being a scary captain in front of a hostage or maybe even you! Maybe I’ll colour this one day!

*click for better quality*

[thedevilinbloodminor]

[mysticalmallard]

Good weird

Description: Ghost girlfriend comes over to stay the night for the first time

Wordcount: 705

Warnings: none I think

CoD Masterlist 💀 Main Masterlist

Ghost's normally dark and sparsely decorated apartment looked decidedly more lived-in that night as he waited for his girlfriend to arrive. He'd tidied up the place, made the bed, and even bought a vase of fresh flowers for the coffee table.

As the doorbell rang, he took a deep breath, feeling uncharacteristically nervous.

Opening the door, he saw his girlfriend standing there, a mixture of excitement and nerves on her face, with her bag on her shoulder. It was the first time she was spending the night at his place, and they both knew it was a significant step in their relationship.

Ghost stepped aside, allowing her to enter. The two of them stood awkwardly for a moment, both unsure how to break the silence.

His girlfriend smiled at him, her eyes taking in the small but clean apartment."I like your place," she said, her fingers tracing the edge of a chair. "It's very... you."

Ghost chuckled, a rare sound coming from him. "I try to keep things simple," he replied. "Less chance of making a mess."

She walked over to the vase of flowers on the coffee table, admiring them. "These are beautiful," she said, her fingers grazing the soft petals.

Ghost watched her, feeling a warmth bloom in his chest as he saw her enjoying his space.

"I wanted everything to be perfect," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "It's the first time you're spending the night here, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable."

She turned to look at him, a soft smile on her face. "You don't need to try so hard, you know," she said, her voice full of affection. "I'm comfortable as long as I'm with you."

Ghost felt the weight of her words, the honesty and vulnerability in them soothing his nerves. He stepped closer to her, close enough that he could smell the sweetness of her shampoo.

"I'm not used to this," he said quietly, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Having someone else in my space... It makes me feel...weird."

She placed her hand on his chest, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Good weird or bad weird?" she asked, her eyes searching his face.

He took a breath, the feel of her hand on his chest anchoring him. "Good weird," he replied, his voice low. He brought his hand up, covering hers with his own. "Just... uncharted territory for me."

They stood there for a moment, the silence between them now comfortable rather than awkward. Then, a flicker of mischief flashed in his girlfriend's eyes.

"You know, now that I'm here..." she drawled, stepping even closer to him, "there are some things we could... explore."

The implication hung in the air like a promise, and Ghost felt his heart rate pick up.

"Is that so?" he said, his voice going lower, huskier. He leaned in, his lips almost touching hers.

"Very much so," she replied, her breath ghosting over his skin. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing softly over her bottom lip.

She smiled against his touch, then spoke, her voice laced with mischief. "Hey, you know what we should do?"

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Enlighten me."

Her eyes lit up, an idea forming. She placed her hands on his waist, looking up at him with a cheeky grin.

"How about this," she suggested, "we have ourselves a little pampering day. I'll give you a massage, and we can watch some trashy TV. How does that sound?"

His eyes widened in surprise, not anticipating such a suggestion. But the idea of having her hands on him, taking care of him, was definitely appealing.

"A massage, huh?" he said, feigning nonchalance. "And what's in it for you?"

She moved even closer, her hands slipping under his shirt and trailing lightly across his bare skin. "Oh, I get the pleasure of seeing you all relaxed and blissed out. Trust me, it's a win-win."

Ghost fought to keep his cool, the shivers her touch was sending down his spine betraying his nonchalance. "You're lucky you're cute," he said, his hands snaking around her waist to pull her closer.

[bonesofapoet]

y'know what's both funny and super heartwarming is I almost didn't post the Simon Riley fic for various reasons but then y'all did THIS in a WEEK :

and that's more engagement then a lot of my works COMBINED, plus the few requests y'all have sent in for him, im- 🥹😭 POST UR WRITING GUYS PLS I BEG PPL WANNA READ IT

[ink-n-shadow]

i saw this post about types "talking you through your orgasms" and i had to discuss the types that the 141 men would be. i couldn't stop myself

[ TALKING YOU THROUGH IT ] 𝜗𝜚 the one about how the CoD men talk you through your orgasms

𝜗𝜚 characters: john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, simon "ghost" riley (reader is gender neutral) 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), praise kink, dirty talk, slightly mean!simon, unedited 𝜗𝜚 a/n: lmk how we feel about the slightly different format (i'm still making edits but)

john price is definitely cooing softly in your ear about just how pretty you look, just how sweet your hole looks stretched out on three of his thick fingers, just how beautiful you look with drool slicking down your chin and unshed tears clinging to your lashes. “fuck, jus’ look at ya, doll—so fuckin’ pretty all split open on my hand, yeah? no, don't close yer thighs when ya come—wanna see how pretty y'look when ya tighten up 'round my fingers." doesn’t stop praising you or blabbering on about how pretty you look even after his softening cock slips out from between your thighs, his spend tricking out of your used hole and your tearstained face hidden away in the crook of his neck.

kyle garrick is the giggling kind, nose buried deep in the hair at your temple and his lips curled up into a smarmy grin as the rough pads of his fingers glide across the slick, molten flesh of your arousal with practiced ease. "feels good, yeah? got your legs just right tremblin', 'nd I've barely even started, sweetheart. shhh, shhh—'m only teasin', baby. tell me how good it feels." and he's totally the type to make you keep talking as he bullies his fingers into your heat, stopping every single time your words jumble together and your whiny moans begin to overpower your coherence. "keep talkin'—y'don't want me to stop, do you? s'what i thought—go on, then. what were you saying about my fingers hitting something just right?"

johnny mactavish is the condescending kind, azure eyes focusing on the way your eyes slowly cross as another orgasm ravages your nerve-endings and makes a scoff fall from his lips. "again, birdie? dinnae think y'had it in ya—how many's tha'? three, right?" but he's not slowling the pace of his thick fingers as they continue practically carving out your insides, fingertips mashing against that one spot that had your brain melting out your ears and moans slipping off your tongue. even the kiss he leaves against your forehead seems condescending, a knowing grin on his face as he feels your gooey insides gripping onto his fingers tighter. "yeah, tha's right—gimme a fourth. y'can do it, birdie—then i'll fuck my cock into ya, i promise."

simon riley is the (sometimes, not all the time) degrading kind, honeyed eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of your bed as he forces you to watch the way his fingers disappear between your slick thighs. "look at tha', pet—greedy fuckin' hole, innit? already got three fingers 'nd you're practically beggin' for more, huh?" you would've answered him if he hadn't have stuffed your underwear between your lips, your eyes fighting to stay opened as your toes begin curling in the impending crest of your high—only for simon to rip his fingers from your fluttering hole, instead shoving the lube-covered fingers into your mouth until his middle finger brushes the back of your throat and the underwear slips out amongst the gagging. "didn't say y'could cum, did i? no (shaking your head for you with his fingers still buried in the back of your throat), don't think i did. knew you were a greedy lil thing—c'mere, be a good pet and suck me off."

[tacticalprincess]

hi im sorry for this random urge but like i have the horny thought of any of the cod men who have a s/o whos pleasure only comes from their clit so the poor guy does everything that he can to their little nub (cough like putting the shower jet on tbe nub COUGH)

in my mind, könig’s obsessed with your clit regardless, because he sees it as a cheat code. during sex, he’s sometimes more engrossed in chasing his own pleasure than worrying about getting you off, so he knows that when in doubt, he can always fiddle with your sensitive bundle of nerves and knock a few good orgasms out of you. it’s lazy and selfish of him, but that’s neither here nor there. however, if you only felt pleasure from your clit? oh, it’s getting bullied :(

because of his ego, he’d want to test out the theory, in complete disbelief that his cock doesn’t do anything for you but fill you up and stretch you out. but after that, he would never let the poor little bud rest. his favorite activity would be trying new methods and techniques to see just how many ways he can send you over the edge. suckling at it with his tongue, mercilessly rubbing it with his thick fingers, making you glide it along his throbbing cock until its puffy and throbbing. the shower jet was one of his more inventive ideas, your back pressed to his chest as he hiked one of your legs up, giving you no choice but to take the stream of overstimulation to your worn out button while you ground your hips into nothing :(

it also comes in handy when you’re being bratty, or if he just feels especially cruel that day. he’ll fuck you countless times, filling you up repeatedly until you’re sore and crying, begging to cum. he’ll pin your hands above your head when you try to give yourself relief, lift your hips off the bed if you try rubbing into it. he loves the authority it gives him over you, not letting you finish until he’s satisfied. safe to say, he’d have lots of fun with you.