#price imagines

[ragingbookdragon]

It’s a quarter to three when the door to the bedroom opens and shuffling echoes in her ears. The covers are pulled back and a weight dips into the space behind her, a moment then strong arms pull her back to an equally strong chest. A low groan rumbles through her back and in her ear, a sleepy smile coming across her lips as she lazily rolls, more like flops in his arms, until she’s got her head tucked into his neck.

“Home late,” she mutters against his skin and his fingers trail underneath the gray t-shirt she’s got on—his t-shirt—a silent apology in the form of a caress.

“Work ran late,” he replies lowly, rubbing his cheek against her head. “Sorry, love.”

She ignores the apology. “Kick some bad guys’ asses?”

“From Mexico all the way to Chicago,” he answers with a smile.

“Good job,” she answers, running a hand up his chest, warm skin beneath her fingers, heartbeat fluttering at her fingertips. “Proud of you.”

His smile grows and he hunkers down with her in his arms, tangling their legs as he pulls the covers up to their noses. “I’m proud of you, love.”

“I said it first,” she retorts with a lazy huff, already feeling drowsiness starting to wash over her. “I’m proudest.”

“Yes, you are,” he snorts, letting his eyes fall shut. “I love you.”

Her hand pats his chest, nose brushing his skin as she tips her head up and presses her lips to his pulse. “Love you, more.”

He waits until she’s asleep and murmurs earnestly, “I love you most.”

[mushrubes]

Tapped

Masterlist | Call of duty masterlist |

Requested : Yes

'i loved the 'Tapping out' fic and was wondering if you could do it but with Task Force 141, possibly as a group but you can also just pick a couple of members you would like'

Pairing : taskforce 141 x reader, John price x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff + slightly suggestive

Word count : 711

Content: best friends, family, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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Everyone was in formation, fellow soldiers getting tapped out to the left and right of you, their family members coming over and hugging them. Soap and Ghost's eyebrows furrowed as their eyes settled on you, the group of soldiers getting smaller yet no one seemed to be approaching you. They'd waved the others over, the group of them all uncertain of what was meant to happen in a procedure like this. While the group were discussing, Price had walked over in the meantime, wrapping his arms around you. "You count as part of ours, kid. You're out." he gently mumbled, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You felt another pair of arms wrap around you from behind, Gaz also hugging you. Before you knew it, you had Soap and Ghost on you too, as well as Alejandro.

You felt safe and protected in the hug, like everything would be okay. He pats your back as you and the entire 141 hug, it’s a sweet moment for the team. After a while, the captain pulls you aside. “You alright?” He asks you. Price seemed genuinely concerned. You nodded, lost in thought. "Yeah, yeah." you brushed off, eyes slightly welled. He placed his hand on your shoulder, “What’s wrong? Talk to me…” He said softly, a sad look in his eyes. It was no secret he cared for you, the Captain clearly having a soft spot for you as if you were his own child. "I just…I wish I didn't have a complicated family, y'know? I wish I still spoke to them." you admitted, missing your family. They hadn't agreed with you going into the military, cutting you off when you had started training.

“A lot of the time families can be a pain in the ass… What went wrong with yours?” Price asked, a tone of concern in his voice. "They didn't like me joining the military. cut me off when I started training." you explained, your voice wavering slightly. “Well, looks like you joined a new family, 141 has your back whenever you need it…” Price nodded his head, knowing 141 has been a family to many, just like yourself. “Now, let’s go get some drinks and blow off some steam.” He suggested, the others agreeing.

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Some of the guys are now tipsy, while others have lost coordination and are having a hard time with basic tasks. You found yourself sitting on a couch opposite Price. You both were in a somewhat quiet space, he grabbed your hand and placed it in his own. You could barely see his face as the lights were dimly lit, but he smiled softly at you. “I’m happy you’re here. I’m happy you’re apart of 141.” he admitted, his voice soft. "I'm happy I'm a part of it. With the best teammates and the best captain." you smirked, a small giggle escaping you as you looked over at him, He nudged you softly, “No need to be a flirt, Ruby..” he shook his head, smirking himself. The two of you stayed in the seat, his hand in yours. "Flirting with my captain? I'd never do such a thing." You responded playfully, giggling as the drinks had clearly caught up to you, feeling a bit tipsy.

As the night continued, you and Price ended up spending most of it alone, together. By the end of the night, he looked at you as if he'd been trying to ask you something all night, hesitating, but eventually asking, “Do you wanna come back to mine…?” he asked slyly, his voice lowered and his eyes set on you. you giggled, your hands resting on his chest. "A captain inviting his sergeant back to his room?" You teased. He glanced at you and smiled, “Maybe I’ve got a thing for sergeants..” he chuckled and kissed your cheek softly. He stood up and held out his hand for you to take, offering to help you up. "Oh, all your sergeants? Or just me in particular?" You smirked, messing with him. He gave a sly grin, “Just you.” He smirked, leaning in for a short moment and kissed your lips softly. You were both tipsy enough to be brave, going along and taking the offer.

"Lead the way, captain."

[sailorsolar12]

Homecoming (Price Version)

Character: Captain John Price

Pairing: Price x GN Reader (Y/N is not used)

Words: 998

Warnings: none

John Price had spent the last six months in the midst of chaos, his life consumed by the demands of warfare. As a battle-hardened soldier, he had faced countless dangers, survived unthinkable situations, and witnessed the brutality of conflict. But now, the time had finally come for him to return home.

The plane ride back felt surreal. The roar of the engines and the turbulence beneath him seemed distant and unimportant, as his mind was fixated on the thought of being reunited with the one person who had kept him going through it all. As he gazed out of the window, he imagined the moment he would step off the plane and into the arms of his significant other.

Finally, the wheels of the plane touched down, and John's heart raced with anticipation. He collected his belongings and walked down the gangway, his steps quickening with each passing moment. As he entered the bustling terminal, he scanned the crowd, searching for the familiar face that had sustained him during his deployment.

And then, there they were – standing near the arrival gate, holding a sign that read "Welcome Home, John!" Tears welled up in John's eyes as he rushed forward, dropping his bags and pulling them into a tight embrace. The embrace was filled with all the longing, relief, and love that had built up over the months of separation.

"It's really you," John whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

They pulled back slightly to look at each other, their eyes locking in a gaze that communicated more than words ever could. In that moment, the war, the distance, and the pain all faded away, leaving only the present, where they were finally together again.

"I missed you so much," they said, their voice trembling.

"I missed you too," John replied, his voice a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.

As they stood there, holding each other, the bustling airport faded into the background. The noise of the crowd was replaced by the beating of their hearts, a rhythm that had somehow stayed connected despite the miles that had separated them.

Eventually, they pulled away, and John wiped away the tears that had escaped his eyes. "I can't believe I'm finally home," he said, a smile breaking through his exhaustion.

"Well, you better believe it," they said, their energy infectious. "Because we have a lot of catching up to do!"

They linked their arm through John's, leading him towards the exit. As they walked through the airport, they chatted animatedly about everything that had happened while John was away – the little moments, the triumphs, and even the mundane details that had become so important in their absence.

Outside, a cool breeze greeted them, and John took a deep breath, savoring the sensation of freedom. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. It was a stark contrast to the war-torn landscapes he had become accustomed to.

They led John to a car parked nearby, and as they drove through the city, John marveled at how much had changed and yet how much remained the same. The city lights twinkled like stars against the darkening sky, and for the first time in months, John felt a sense of peace settle over him.

Finally, they pulled up to a cozy apartment building. "Welcome home," they said, their voice brimming with excitement.

John stepped out of the car and followed them inside. The apartment was filled with warmth and the comforting scent of home-cooked food. It was a stark contrast to the barracks he had called home for so long.

As they sat down to eat, John listened intently as they recounted their own experiences over the past months. Their stories were filled with laughter, anecdotes, and a contagious enthusiasm for life that was both uplifting and soothing. For the first time in a long while, John found himself genuinely smiling, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.

After dinner, they moved to the living room, where they had set up a cozy spot with blankets and pillows. They sat close, their fingers intertwined, as they talked about their dreams, their hopes for the future, and all the plans they had for the time they would spend together.

As the night grew darker, they shifted the conversation towards lighter topics, sharing funny anecdotes and playful banter. They spoke about the quirks that had been revealed during their time apart and reminisced about the memories they had created together.

"You know," they said, their voice softening, "even though you were far away, I felt your presence with me every day. Your strength, your courage – they've always been my inspiration."

John looked at them, his heart swelling with gratitude. "And you, my love, were the light that guided me through the darkest moments. Knowing that I had you waiting for me kept me going, even when things seemed impossible."

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss that held all the tenderness and passion that had built up over the months. In that moment, the world around them ceased to exist, and there was only the two of them, bound by a love that had proven unbreakable, even in the face of war.

As the night grew deeper, they settled into each other's arms, finding comfort in the closeness that had eluded them for so long. The war was still a part of John's past, but in this moment, it felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the love that enveloped them.

As they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's embrace, John realized that coming home wasn't just about returning to a physical place. It was about finding his way back to the heart that had sustained him, the heart that had been waiting for him all along. And as he closed his eyes, he knew that no matter where life took them next, their love would always be his guiding light.

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[bejeweledblondie]

When I tell you I was pissing my pants laughing at this.

“This wallpaper is so cute, we could live here” ME IN A NUTSHELL I have ADHD (I’m medicated for it) but when I’m off it this is me 😭

[bluegiragi]

he keeps his promises.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[chaosandmarigolds]

“No, no no, baby-baby let mama talk-“ much to your dismay your toddler already took off with the tablet down the hall with your husband on face time. With a disgruntled huff you walk down the hall and move to open the door only to falter for a moment as you hear your husbands voice.

“Takin’ care of your mum, bubs?”

“Des sir.”

“Why you runnin’ from her then?”

“Caasaaus I wanna talk to you and when mummy starts to talk to you she doesn’t share.”

A gruff laugh, “Alright alright, well what do you wanna talk about then, lad?”

You stand outside the door for a solid ten minutes before you knocked on the door and moved your son to your lap to smile down at your husband.

“Hey, honey.”

“Hey, hot stuff.”

You see him roll his eyes and you bite back a smile.

“Lad told me you’re not sharin enough.”

You playfully gasp, which triggered your sons giddy laughter, “No! Really??”

“Really!”

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining getting so used to physical contact from the 141 that you don't realize it's inappropriate until it's too late.

At first you shied away from them all. You gave them a good breadth of space because, well, it would be inappropriate. But eventually you acquiesced to the noogies and the funny little pats Price loves to give.

Soon enough you found yourself being aggressively head-locked by Soap and tossed around by Gaz. It's just boys being boys, it's friendly and fun. The deeper your bond the less you seem to care about their hands on you.

It isn't until one night when you're playing a little handheld game in the rec room do you think maybe everyone's gotten a lil' too comfortable. You're curled up between Soap and Ghost in one of their hoodies and some non-reg shorts. Both of their hands are splayed out on your inner thighs, one tapping, the other rubbing. Gaz comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your neck to get a good look over your shoulder.

"Catching 'em all, Love?"

[ragingbookdragon]

But Are You Really?

COD Boys x Reader Blurbs

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Price:

She frowned at the guards before her who were too busy chittering to notice her. “Excuse me,” she repeated herself for what seemed like the millionth time. “I’m here to see Jon. Can you please call him?”

One of the guards looked at her and rolled his eyes. “Look love, we were born at night, but it wasn’t last night. Fuck off.”

“I’m telling you, he works here! Jon!”

“There’s a fuck-ton of John’s here, lady, be specific!” the other griped and before she could respond, a voice echoed across the gate.

“Missus Price!”

The guards spun as she made eye contact with the Scotsman jogging over; relief flooded her. “Oh, John, thank goodness.”

Soap looked over the guards. “Is everything alright here?”

One of the men snorted. “Ah, you must be the John she’s looking for, Sergeant. Keeps telling us a John is waiting for her.”

The Scot cocked a brow. “Because the Captain is.”

The two went white. “Wait—you mean, she’s…?”

“Captain Price’s girlfriend? She is.” Soap took her arm in his like a gentleman. “C’mon, Missus Price, I’ll take you to the Skipper.”

Gaz:

“I’m telling you that Kyle is my boyfriend,” she sighed for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Bullshit,” one retorted. “You’re too sexy for a guy like him.”

“First of all, sexy coming from you isn’t a compliment. Secondly, what the fuck is that supposed to mean? ‘A guy like him?’” she glared at them. “Kyle’s a fucking hero and one badass motherfucker who works hand-in-hand with the Captain Jonathan Price while your asses are sitting here guarding a fucking gate.”

The other guard held his gun and took a step towards her. “What did you just say to us?”

She inhaled sharply, suddenly aware that she was very much so unarmed against two armed guards. “I—uh, I—”

“There you are, babe, I thought you got lost.”

They turned to see Gaz coming through the gate, a grin on his face; her sour expression flipped into a dazzling smile, and she greeted him with a kiss that had the guards looking away, and Gaz blushing when they pulled away.

“Nah, the modeling shoot just took a bit longer than I thought.” She took his hand as he walked her through. “Wanna see the promo-shots?”

“Always.”

Soap:

She cocked a hand on her hip and glared at the guards. “Look, I’m not even going to try and be nice. Call John MacTavish down here now.”

“We aren’t privy to taking orders from civilians,” the guard griped. “Get lost, lady.”

“JOHN MACTAVISH! BRING YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!” she bellowed from outside the gates, cupping her hands to her mouth for added distance. “IF I HAVE TO COME IN THERE TO FIND YOU, I’M GOING TO—!”

The guards tried to shush her when a yell echoed from the courtyard, “OR YOU’LL WHAT!” they all spun around to see Soap stomping over. “BEING YOUR BOYFRIEND IS LIKE BEING IN HELL ITSELF!”

“OH, THAT’S RICH CONSIDERING THE FACT THAT YOU KEEP MY FUCKING APARTMENT SEVENTY-SIX WHEN YOU’RE THERE!”

The guards weren’t even going to try and pry the two apart as they yelled in each other’s faces about leaving the toilet seat up and forgetting to unload the dishwasher, but while she had that on him, he seemed to have the fact that she moved his shit around the apartment as revenge.

She tried to walk away, but Soap’s hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist, tugging her back over the base line and into the base. “You let go—”

“Aye, shut ‘ur trap,” he retorted. “Nattering like a fucking cicada in my goddamn ear. Might as well chatted it off.”

“Oh, you fucking bas—”

Ghost:

She could feel the weight of their stares on her, and their laughter chipped away at her mood. “I’m being serious,” she muttered. “Simo—Ghost, and I are dating.”

The guard cackled. “Yeah, and I’m the fucking Queen of England.” He waved her off. “That bastard doesn’t have a girlfriend. Look at him. He doesn’t even have any friends.”

Indignation shot through her, and she got up in the guard’s face. “Simon has friends. He has Price, and Gaz, and Soap. He doesn’t have many, but he does have friends. And he has me. I am Simon’s girlfriend.” Fear dripped in her veins as the guards seemed to stand offensively at her, and she added with her heart pounding in her chest, “And I’m as cowardly as they come, but if it came to it, I…I would lay down my life for him. The world needs Simon. I need Simon. He’s a hero and a better man than either of you.”

One raised their hand at her, either to strike her or intimidate her with a feint but his hand didn’t get farther than beside his head when someone grabbed it, spun him around and slammed him against the wall. “You gonna strike a civilian, soldier?” a cold voice rumbled behind his ear. “That’s an offense I’d see you punished for. Even more so for it being my lover.”

Her expression eased as she saw Ghost appear before her. “Simon,” she murmured, and his eyes darted to hers, softening a quick moment before turning frigid again.

“If you ever raise a hand to her again, I’ll cut it off and make you eat it one finger at a time. Am I clear?”

“Crystal!” the guard hurried and Ghost shoved him to the ground and secured a hand around her waist, bringing her over the gate.

“C’mon, love.” His voice was low and gravelly. “Sorry about that. Tried to come earlier but the meeting ran late.”

“You were there when I needed you,” she replied, leaning her head against his chest. “Like a knight in masked armor.”

He looked at her, eyes shining in a way that told her he was smiling at her.

[mushrubes]

Call of duty masterlist

Masterlist | Prompts

Key -

❀ - Fluff

✮ - Angst

۵ - Suggestive / Mature

❦ - Most popular

I - Imagines

P - Preferences

S - Series

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Captain John Price -

Tapped (i) - ❀ + ۵

Arguments (i) - ❀ + ✮

Still here (i) - ❀ + ✮

The Best Gift (i) - ❀ + ۵

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Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick -

Injured (i) - ❀

Comfort (i) - ❀

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley-

Company (i) - ❀

Confrontation (i) - ❀ + ۵

Tension (i) - ❀ + ۵

Stargazing (i) - ❀

Sharing the pain (i) - ❀ + ۵

Medic (i) - ❀

Missing you (i) - ❀ + ۵

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John 'Soap' Mactavish-

Sergeant (i) - ۵ + ❀

Step up (i) - ❀

Christmas Party (i) - ❀

Home for Christmas (i) - ❀ + ۵

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Gary 'Roach' Sanderson-

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Alejandro Vargas -

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Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra -

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Phillip Graves -

Tapping out (i) - ❀

Insomnia (i) - ❀

Best friend's brother (i) - ❀ + ۵

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Alex Keller -

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Keegan P. Russ -

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Konig -

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[youronlydarlin]

warning: Sex pollen :), noncon/dubcon, some of them are mean on this one, horny desperate men going insane for your hole, not proofread 😭

Jus' over here havin thoughts about sex pollen infecting your favorite boy man

Finding yourself in the middle of a botched mission, you desperately try to open the door that separates you from your lover. You can hear him hacking, n coughing on the other side. N'd your sweet soul's nearly crying at the thought of what's happening to him. Is he dying !? Pink gas escapes from under the door and you don't even have the time to react before it suddenly opens.

Captain John Price who tries keep some of his composure. You must commend him for it, really. But you turn around to see if the coast's still clear and that's all it takes for his composure to break. Before you knew it you're being lifted into the air. Back pressed tightly against your Captain's chest while he holds you up with the back if your knees. He's got you in a full nelson :( And all of a sudden there's a knife in his hands. You cry out at the thought of what he could do to you but you're silenced the moment he uses it to rip an opening through your trousers, all the while he's rutting against your ass, cause he's just so pent up. Oh, you have to understand!

His dick is inside of you the moment it's freed. Tries to be considerate about it, gives you a few seconds to adjust before he's drilling into you with wild abandon. Fucks you so deep, there's a bulge in your tummy and spots in your vision. Sinks to the floor with you the moment he cums, holding you close to his chest and trying to come up with a decent enough explanation.

Simon "Ghost" Riley who let's out a loud grunt before falling on top of you. The impact makes your head spin, and it momentarily knocks the wind out of your lungs. His body crushes yours beneath the concrete floor and you don't have time to recover before the feeling of phantom hands start to roam your body. And you can no longer blame it on your fall, because your trousers are being ripped away by rough gloved hands.

Poor, little, you can't even object when he wrestles you into a mating press :( Shoving two of his thick digits inside of you with no warning. He's moving them in a scissoring motion, and you cant help but cry at the dry, and painful insertion. He's so mean!

"Shhh, puppy... 'I need this..." Doesn't even say please! Doesn't even give you a warning before the mushroom tip of his cock is breaching past your entrance. It's definitely way thicker than his fingers, and a lot more harder to get used to. He uses your bunched up knees as leverage to fuck you deeper, n deeper till your pretty eyes roll to the back of your skull.

He sounds like an animal when he cums. Growling pure filth to your ear while he grinds his dick inside you. Ready for a round 2?

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish who doesn't even wait. He was already hard as a fucking rock, hearing your cute voice cry out for him on the other side of the door. But now that it's opened, the only thing in his mind is dicking you down till your addicted to his cock.

Very impatient. You're literally like a ragdoll to him and he jus' manhandles you so you're face down, ass up :(

Shoves his fingers in your mouth while pulling your trousers down. He eats you out like a man starved. Like this was going to be his first, and last meal. Not a moment later and he's bullying your hole with his fat cock. Babbling nonsense about how fucking tight you are and how he's "waited to do this for so long". But he cums, and he cums deep.

The definition of painting your insides white.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who looks like he's in so much pain. Unlike the other boys he tells you not to get close. He's not right in the head, can't you see that?? But you're sweet. Too sweet, and he wonders if you taste just the same. He's wetting his lips before knows it. He feels terrible. Eye fucking you while you're just trying to get him to talk about what's happening. Is he ok? He's not dying, is he? Tell me where it hurts, please.

You fret over him, and he's never felt such embarrassment in his life before. He feels bad, looking down at the massive tent in his pants. But he feels worse when he's pushing you against the wall. He's tried to hold back. Really, he did. But there's just so much a man like him can take in a situation like this. And he's trying to whisper apologies to you while he hasn't fully lost himself.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just please....Fffuck–let me fuck you. Please..."

He's so desperate n'd whiney. As if he's not making your thighs shake and your brain into goo. He's fucking your mouth with his tongue, sturdy hands grabbing hold of your legs and wrapping them around his firm waist.

It's all too much. You're brain moving slower than your mouth can say "slow down". In a second he's got your trousers to the side, and his pants bunched up on his knees. He's shaking so much you're worried he might topple over. But he doesn't. Instead he slams his hips directly into yours. Your mouth opening in a silent scream.

He cums the moment he gets his dick in you. He's just so sensitive, ok :( And he doesn't stop at just one round, not even two. Three and his cum's leaking out of you, staining the floor and both of your thighs. Still moving his hips like a man possessed. Four, you're nearly passed out. And there's a slight bump in your stomach from where you're sure his cock, and cum is.

Head lying limp on your shoulder, you wonder how many times you've cummed already, or if this was even going to end. He smiles at you, so brightly he looks like your Kyle again. But he's kissing the side of your mouth before biting at your lips.

"Jus one more. Jus' one more, I promise..."

a/n: I literally don't know what bought this on. Are the parts where I lost motivation obvious? Yes? Ok. Fuck Some characters parts are longer than others I'm so sorry 😭 This has been rotting in my drafts for about 2 days. Hope you enjoy this more than I do 😞. Eat up, my loves!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

[mistydeyes]

what 141's military personnel file looks like

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NOTE: NOT CANON! most of the information is based off of the wiki/my medical file post

summary: So what exactly were in those dossiers Price gave to Laswell at the end of MW 2019? Here's a look into those, along with some reminders/sticky notes. Answering this ask :)

template if you’d like to try it out!

ALSO! the ages were such a headache this post did a great job explaining how confusing the wiki/some statements are so please check it out

warnings: medical inaccuracies, mention of wounds/wound care, mentions of depression, medical terminology

a/n: these came out better than i thought! also 2004 was such a bad year for Price and Ghost

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[kruegerslov3r]

someone in the chat asked the guys to flex, and samuel did it with his cat

everyone: 🤣

cat: 💪😳

[gauloiseblue]

This is Price. You can't change my mind

[lxvvie]

Your fave who uses you to edge himself.

He's close. So. fucking. close. Damn near came he's so drunk off of you, but no, not yet―

Not when he needs you to cum for him again.

And so he continues, finds pleasure in the tight coil within that's fucking screaming for release, gets off to your moans, your screams, the way your body quivers because it's overstimulated, and the way you say his name...

He's close, so. fucking. close.

Fuck, baby. Bring it home for him.

Just one more time, yeah?

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

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

They take one look at you and laugh.

Soap tries on the usual charming disarming flirtation.

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

Ghost fucking glowers at you.

Price just observes you from afar.

You have to stop yourself from smirking at their behaviour.

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

But you disarm ordinance faster than Soap knows is possible.

You outshoot Gaz on the range and in tactical scenarios.

You sneak up on Ghost in the Sennybridge tunnels.

None of them can figure you out.

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

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

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

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

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