#task force 141 x male reader

[lieutnt]

Omega!141 who you know can very easily stick up for themselves but it doesn’t stop anger flaring in your chest when you end up having to rest at another base and you hear the hushed comments being muttered around base about an omega task force.

The straw that breaks the camel's back is when you all sit in the cafeteria to eat and a soldier loudly on purpose jokes about the 141 being “a waste of good omegas.” 

The room falls silent when your chair screeches as you charge the soldier and fist his shirt in your hand, pulling him close to snarl in his face, “They’re still your superior officers and I expect you to remember that, soldier.” The smell of angry alpha filters into the air and the soldier’s eyes go wide, attempting to pull back and shrink into himself.

“Y-yes sir,” he stutters, falling back onto his arse when you suddenly release him. You leave him on the floor as you walk back to your table, ignoring the shocked looks on everyone’s faces and the hidden grins of the 141 as you continue eating as if nothing had happened. Gradually the atmosphere begins to pick back up, and the 141 don’t hear another comment during their time on base.

The other soldiers don’t need to know that as soon as you're back on home base and all your gear is packed away the 141 are gathered in your room taking turns riding you, rewarding you for being their loyal alpha.

[issdisgrace]

Gaz: Ok so how many shots would it take for you hook up with each member of the 141 including me.

Y/n: Hmm. Probably at least 5 for Ghost so I can get over the intense stare he always has. For you, soap, and roach probably 2 just for courage.

Gaz: And the captain?

Y/n: Dead sober, ain’t no alcohol needed to hype me up to rail that man. Like he’s honestly a dilf and if I got the chance I would hit it.

Price: Good to know you think I’m a dilf and you’re not so bad yourself y/n.

Cue Y/n and Gaz screaming and jumping into each other's arms like Shaggy and Scooby

[wrestlingwithlife]

That Is Some Wild West Shit Right There

When a mission goes of the rails and Y/n gets separated from the rest of the task force he is forced to use the skills he learned growing up in his home town to get back to his team.

Task Force 141 x Male!Cowboy!Reader

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“This has got to be the stupidest place to build some sort of evil science base.” Y/n hissed into the coms, back pressed up against a massive crate.

What Y/n assumed to be a lab was built practically on the side of a cliff. On one side of the lab you had a mess of trees that was practically just a jungle, and on the other a sheer drop off that led to one of the angriest looking rivers Cowboy had ever seen.

“Relax, we’ve almost got the last of the files downloaded.” Ghost eased the antsy male. Y/n grumbled a bit.

There were a few more beats of silence before a blaring alarm sounded, Y/n cringed at the noise. “Relax, huh?”

As a group of enemy soldiers went to run into the building Y/n stood up and opened fire on them to take the heat off the rest of the team and keep them from getting cornered in there.

“Y’all get yer asses out here now!”

Ghost was first out the door, sliding behind a box on the opposite side of the court yard for cover. The others weren’t far behind, but Y/n was on the complete other side of the yard. Trapped between the armed group of terrorists and the sheer drop off.

“Cowboy, how copy?” Price’s voice buzzed in the coms. Y/n ducked back down as a few of the soldiers turned their attention onto him.

Gaz threw out two smoke bombs, offering a bit of cover. Y/n took his chance and darted to another crate a bit farther away, but far to close to the cliff for his own comfort.

“Just peachy.” He hissed, ducking under the onslaught of bullets that rained down onto his crate.

“What the hell is that? Wait—“

“Get down!”

Y/n was able to cover his head just in time as a loud explosion shook the area. The crate he was behind blasted back in to him, shattering and sending his disoriented form flying back.

“Cowboy!” Soap shouted, breaking from his cover, but he was to late to reach his friend.

Y/n grabbed desperately at the edge of the cliff, but it was no use. Task Force 141 was forced to watch in horror as one of their own plummeted into the raging waters below.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

Y/n’s eyes opened blearily. His head was pounding and everything was fuzzy, but he forced himself up onto his elbows.

His eyes adjusted a bit and he took in the area around him. The room he was in was quite homey. Beautifully woven tapestries hung on the walls and intricately crafted pottery decorated almost every space. The male was laid out on a woven mat, all of his things sat nearby.

The h/c haired soldier checked his body, cursing when he found the damaged tracker. There was no way his squad would be able to find his location now. Where ever the hell he was.

Heavy footsteps sounded from the hall, and a middle aged man walked into the room. His face was kind and worn with smile lines, and he appeared to be of some sort of Hispanic decent. His smile widened when he saw Y/n was awake.

“Ah! My friend, we were worried for you. Fishermen found you in river.” The man spoke, his voice heavy yet still welcoming. “I saw the patch on your arm, you are American?”

Cowboy nodded. “Thank you for bringing me into your home, I could never repay such an act of kindness.”

The man shook his head, waving his hands in front of him. “It is you who I could never repay. Your service is the ultimate payment.”

A soft smile graced the southern males lips. “Then perhaps you could answer some questions?”

Y/n explained everything. The terrorists, the explosion, the river. The older man listened intently.

“We were supposed to go to La Ciudad Perdida after we completed our task for extraction in two days, but I don’t even know where I even am.”

At the mention of the city the man, who Y/n had learned to be named Mateo, perked up. “Our fishermen found you not long ago, and the city is not to far. Come, I will see if I can help you.”

At the mention of the slight hope Cowboy was quick to grab what he still had, following Mateo from his rather large home. As they walked out the older man leaned down and whispered something to a young boy who was quick to scurry off.

“My village does not have vehicles like trucks and jeeps, but there may be another way for you to travel.” Mateo spoke. “La Ciudad Perdida his eight miles west of here, a long journey on foot. However…”

The boy from before returned, rounding Mateo’s home with a massive black horse in tow. The horse moved with a sense of elegance and pride to it, like it had complete confidence in every step it took.

Mateo smiled at the beast before turning to Cowboy, who was still watching the stallion in awe.

“Can you ride?”

Cowboy turned to look at Mateo, eyes shining like new born stars. “I have my whole life.”

The older gentleman smiled. “Good. Than Guerrero will be your mount. He his unflinching at the sound of gunfire, he shall run for you bravely.”

“Warrior…” Y/n whispered the meaning of the stallions name to himself, stroking the giants forelock. “Mateo, how can I repay you for this?”

He waved the h/c haired male off. “I already tell you, your service pays for it all. Besides, I am wealthy man. I have many horses.” The old Hispanic’s eyes shined with mischief.

Y/n laughed, clasping Mateo’s hand in his own and giving it a firm shake. “I will not forget this, my friend.”

Y/n pulled himself up into Guerrero’s saddle, taking a moment to adjust his gun and equipment so the weight was more even. With a final wave to Mateo, Y/n rode off into the direction of La Ciudad Perdida.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

Y/n did is best to keep Guerrero at a trot the whole ride. As much as he wanted to get there as fast as he could he had no idea what kind off situation he would be riding into, and he wanted both him and the stallion to have plenty of energy when they did arrive.

“You know, I always used to imagine doing this.” Cowboy chuckled to nobody but himself and the dark horse. “Riding into battle on a horse. Maybe it seemed silly, but I always thought that would be so badass.”

Guerrero snorted, shaking his head in response. Y/n chuckled, patting the stallion’s neck.

It wasn’t long before the outline of the city became prominent against the horizon. Y/n couldn’t help but smile that they had made it in time.

“Guerrero, I promise to you I’ll have you taken to my ranch back home where you will be treated like a king.” The southern male promised the horse, rubbing his neck. Y/n felt impossibly giddy about the fact he was about to be reunited with his teammates.

Once the city began to take shape the stallions steps paused for a moment, ears forward as he listened intently. It was only a moment before Y/n heard it too. The sound of raging gun fire, it was without a doubt coming from the city.

“That’s not good.” Y/n kicked Guerrero into a gallop. “Hyah!”

The black stallion whinnied, charging towards the city at impossible speeds.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

Soap’s back was pressed flush against the truck he was hiding behind, Gaz right next to him as gun fire rained down over their heads.

After watching Y/n disappear into the raging water shit hit the fan. Ghost had went on a rampage, slaughtering every terrorist he could get his hands on.

Gaz had tried to find Cowboy’s location using his tracker, but the thing had obviously been damaged or destroyed in the river. That alone ebbed at Soap’s hope that he’d ever see the male again, but Soap knew better than that.

Cowboy was fighter. He was harder than nails with the kind of spirit that would put even the most wild of animals to shame. Soap knew if anyone could survive it would be him.

But that was counting on the fact that the rest of them would make it out. Whatever was left of the terrorist group had managed to regroup and followed them to their extraction point.

They had been caught unaware, and now all four of them were pinned down, unable to break from the cover long enough to wrap around behind the group.

Ghost cursed as he ducked his head back behind the crate he was using for cover next to where Gaz and Soap were. Price wasn’t far off, hidden behind his own rather large crate.

The most infuriating part about this whole thing is that there were only six terrorists. The task force without a doubt had them outmatched, but they had managed to get the drop on them.

“This is fucking insane. How many rounds could they possibly have.” Gaz cursed as the bullets continued to rain down.

Soap shook his head, reloading his own gun. “I don know, but I’m about sick of this.”

The shooting faltered for a moment, and the terrorists began shouting things Soap couldn’t make out. In the beat of silence a new noise was heard. It sounded like the beat of hooves on pavement, and it had the group leaning a bit to see what it was.

A hulking black mass was speeding down the street of the abandoned city, atop it sat a figure with a assault rifle poised and ready. The four could not believe their eyes as their teammate came charging in, giving a wicked laugh.

“Holy shit, Cowboy!”

“That is some Wild West shit right there.”

Y/n aimed his gun at the group of terrorists, the angle he came in at giving him the perfect opening. His heart thudded with wild adrenaline as he gave a loud war cry, littering their bodies with bullets.

The group didn’t know what had hit them.

Guerrero charged forward bravely, his ear hardly twitching as Y/n rained down hell onto the group. When the last of the terrorists had fallen Soap and Gaz were the first to move from their spots, followed closely by Ghost and Price.

Guerrero slid to a stop and Cowboy leaped from his saddle, Soap enveloping him into one of the tightest hugs he’d ever experienced.

“Ah, you amadan! I knew you’d be alright!” The Scottish man bellowed, grinning from ear to ear as crushed the h/c haired male in a hug.

Gaz was next to reach him, throwing an arm over his shoulders and ruffling Y/n’s hair affectionately.

Y/n ribs felt like they were cracking from their crushing force, but his smile was wide. He was ecstatic to be back among his teammates.

Once Soap reluctantly released the male Price reached up to ruffle his hair for himself, grumbling about Y/n giving him a heart attack.

“Yeah, I suppose I don’t want to give grandpa any more scares.” Y/n teased, giggling as he earned himself a playful slap to the side of the head from his captain.

A large arm wrapped it’s was around Cowboy’s shoulders, giving him a light squeeze. The male looked up, meeting Ghost’s steely gaze.

“Glad you didn’t die.” The masked male said, giving him a pat on the shoulder before letting him go. Y/n smiled, Ghost wasn’t one for public affections, so that alone was equal to Y/n being swept off his feet and praised from the mountain tops.

“Have I got a story for you guys.”

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

“Thanks, Ricky. I really appreciate this man. Alright, talk to you later.” Y/n hung up his phone, pocketing it as he went back to towel drying his hair. Ricky was Y/n’s transport guy. The man in charge of getting Y/n’s horses and live stock from one place to another.

And thanks to Ricky, Guerrero was now on his way to Y/n’s ranch. Where Y/n was sure that the stallion would get the full royal treatment.

Y/n tossed his towel into the hamper, opening the door to his bedroom. Price and Ghost were already there waiting for him.

Price was sitting on Cowboy’s bed, leaned up against the wall and reading a book. He sported a grey T-shirt and pair of loose black joggers, his usual hat sitting on the bed side table.

Ghost was leaned up against the head board, a few pillows stacked behind him for comfort. The masked male wore a black tank top and dark grey sweats, his sleeve of tattoos also on display.

Y/n shuddered a bit, he had a few tattoos of his own. The emblem of his ranch on his left shoulder blade and a few more on his legs, but the sight of Ghost’s sleeve just made his heart flip. He’d have to get one of his own soon.

Cowboy made his way over to his bed, crawling over Ghost to sit closer to the wall. Once he settled against the pillows he huffed, throwing his legs over Price’s lap. The Captain only chuckled, shaking his head before going back to his book. Though, one of his hands stayed resting on the males thigh, his thumb drawing small circles into it.

Before Y/n could get fully situated Ghost reached out, tugging the shorter male in with an arm around his shoulder. Y/n’s head hit Ghost’s chest and he looked up to meet Ghost’s gaze, but the other wasn’t looking at him.

Cowboy knew Ghost needed this. Needed to feel him, needed to hold him, needed to know he was still here. Y/n could only imagine the storm of emotions they had all felt watching him topple over a cliff and disappear into the raging waters.

The southern male hummed a bit, reaching for the remote to get the true crime show pulled up. Now all they were missing was—

The door to Y/n’s room burst open, causing the three to jump a bit as Soap and Gaz tumbled into the room, each holding a bowl of popcorn.

“Alright we’re ready! Sorry it took so long, someone kept burning theirs.” Gaz shot Soap a look, making it clear who the guilty subject was.

Soap stuck his tongue out at Gaz before fumbling his way into the bed. He somehow managed to get between Y/n and the wall, laying his head on the males hard stomach. He gave the country boy a grin, offering him some popcorn which he happily accepted.

Gaz huffed when Soap took the best spot before plopping himself down by Y/n’s leg, resting his head on the thigh that Price wasn’t rubbing circles into.

Now that everyone was settled Y/n started the new episode of the show and everyone soon became engrossed into it.

With all of the bodies piled around and on top of him Y/n’s body was pleasantly warm, he snuggled back a bit into Ghost’s hold at the cozy feeling. Ghost’s eyes cut over to look down at the h/c haired male.

Ghost leaned down a bit, lips brushing the top of Y/n’s head through his mask. He turned back to look at the TV before Y/n could look up at him.

But Y/n didn’t need to look up, a smile crossed his face, he knew. He brought a hand up to rest on Soap’s head, playing with his fluffy Mohawk as he watched the old murder mysteries play across the screen.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

Phew, there you go my lovelies! Hopefully this didn’t feel to unrealistic, but I’ve always imagined the riding in on a horse scenario ever since I thought of Cowboy Reader in the military lol

I’m planning on doing a little 4th July special for Cowboy Reader too so be looking out for that!

As always, hope you enjoyed!

- Author~Chan out ✌️

[guardkeywolf]

Don't mind me requesting again cuz your writing is good-

Anyway I need some older male reader that is team GHOST from call of duty ghosts and his team is fucking chaotic like they be almost killing them self's and one of them do stabby another like blowing shit up while male reader don't get enough sleep and be a dad on his team but in the end they get the job done

I just want 141 to meet male readers team during a mission and all of them see his team jumping out a window lol

I just need some chaotic shit

Ghost Soldier!Male Reader + Task Force 141

WARNING: INCREDIBLY CRINGE WRITING

While Captain Y/n is on a mission with his team, they are interrupted...

What matters most though is if they are friend or foe...

Honestly, trying to put a whole scenario like this together was fun and challenging at the same time but worth it @gamersansblog !!!

So I hope you enjoy!

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"Midnight, Hawk, do either of you have eyes on the target yet?" Y/n asked as he let his eyes sweep over the contents in the room. Falcon followed behind him, silently with his gun raised, clearing the room himself before rejoining Y/n's side.

"No sir, not yet," Midnight's heavy feminine voice replied through the radio.

"Just a whole bunch of shit in here, Captain, unless..." Hawk drawed out slowly.

Y/n knew that tone and quickly tried to intervene, "Hawk, I swear if do what I think..."

"Calm down, sir. Why don't we just turn this place inside out?"

"Hawk..." Falcon warned from beside Y/n as he watched his Captain let out a long sigh in front of him.

"Just a little demolition, sir. That's all... it's not like anyone knows we're here anyway. With the guards dead, I doubt we'll be interrupted, " Y/n could have swore he aged faster as he listened to Hawk's suggestion.

Honestly, Y/n was too tired for this shit. It felt like he was baby sitting 3 kids and he couldn't help but wonder if other groups dealt with the same thing.

There mission was simple, take out the guards, retrieve the files, and get out. Really simple shit. Y/n could do it in his sleep if he wanted too. But noooo, the Higher Ups just had to say his team needed to be with him for this operation.

Plus, Y/n doubted that Falcon could deal with all of them if Y/n left him alone with Midnight and Hawk. So he was forced to bring his crazy pyromaniac of a man, the little assassin that would kill just about anything even when Y/n told her not to, and his only good child.

God, being a father of a Ghost Team was hard.

But even so, Y/n wouldn't change it for the world. His team was just about the best thing that ever happened to him and his career. They were his second chance, his redemption. His everything...

"Alright, Hawk, set up those explosives and see if you can find anything. Midnight, watch his back. Falcon and I are gonna make our way over there..." Y/n commanded.

"Understood, sir," and in the background, he could hear Hawk's sinister little giggle and shook his head at his soldier's antics.

"You sure this is the best idea, sir?" Falcon looked worried about this and Y/n didn't blame him for it. They both knew Hawk could go too far when it came to blowing up things.

Last time they left him alone, half of a building managed to disappear.

Y/n shook his head at the thought, not wanting to even remember that mission again.

When he caught sight of Midnight, the woman was throwing her knives at some random crate she was using as target practice.

"Midnight, Y/n told you to stop doing that. You're gonna mess up your knives and then cry about needing to get new ones," Falcon stressed.

Midnight stuck her tongue out at the man and Y/n chuckled.

"Come on Captain tell her!" Falcon pleaded.

Y/n ignored it and looked towards Hawk.

"You ready Hawk?"

"Annnnnd FINISHED!" the man exclaimed happily as he put the last finishing touches on the bomb.

"Good... get ready to...the hell is that sound?" Y/n turned to see a drone watching them outside the window.

"Shit... someone else is here... we're leaving NOW!" Y/n yelled as he made his way to the windows with their repel gear.

"WHO THE HELL ARE THEY?!" Midnight bellowed next to him.

"Doesn't matter! Hawk on my signal you blow this place to hell!"

"What about the files?!" Hawk asked.

"The Captain and I got them on our way to you two! Now hurry your ass up and get ready to repel!" Falcon hollered at him, quickly putting his gear on.

Once they were ready, Y/n didn't take the chance of the enemy spotting them from the window. If anything, these guys were definitely professionals and had yet to show themselves but it didn't bother Y/n one bit. He knew his team was just as good.

So, he turned to the other window, pulling out his P226 and aiming it at the window.

"Hawk, you remember that scene from Fast and Furious where they jumped from building to building?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah, but we don't have a supercar, sir!"

"Well we can try!" Y/n began to run towards the window, shooting it multiple times until to burst into glass shards and they all jumped out.

"NOW HAWK!"

Y/n heard that lovely sound of the explosion going off behind him as they landed on the roof.

"Hell yeah!" Hawk whooped from beside him.

"We can celebrate later...we still need to find who else is here."

Y/n turned to Midnight first.

"I got an idea..."

"Sir?" She tilted her head in curiosity.

"You see anyone even hostile take them out. Hawk fill this place with traps, take Falcon with you."

Hawk nodded and tapped Falcon's arm before leading them away from Y/n and Midnight.

"Alright, let's go see who the hell were dealing with..."

Midnight sent Y/n a smirk as Y/n moved to take point and as they set out to find the intruders.

It didn't take long when they both heard a cry that only Hawk could make and quickly ran towards his yells. Y/n told Midnight to hide the in the grass, dropping into the dirt himself and aiming his rifle at the newfound men that had Hawk and Falcon in their custody.

He heard the gruff British man's voice question who Hawk was working with, who their team was, but Hawk wasn't one to talk.

Y/n made sure personally that they would never talk. He put then through the same exact situation he had been in now. Cornered by the enemy but except this time not alone.

"Midnight, stay down unless shots are fired. Got it?"

She nodded at him before popping up out of the grass.

"I wouldn't move it I were you..."

The men all turned back to him, guns drawn on him while he held his Honey Badger tightly to his chest.

"Who the hell are you?" The man in the skull mask questioned.

Y/n gave him a look before turning back to the man with the fisher hat on.

"You plan on fishing for my soldiers..." he drawed off.

"Captain Price." He answered.

"Ah...I've heard of you... You and your little Task Force. What was it...141, right?"

"Ye now who the hell are you?" He watched the man's grip tighten on his own gun.

"Captain Y/n and you're going to give me back Hawk and Falcon now." Y/n demanded.

"How do I-" he was cut off by another voice going through his radio.

"Yeah but-... Are you sure, Laswell?"

Y/n looked up when he heard Kate's last name leave the older Brits lips.

"You familiar with Laswell?" Y/n asked as he watched the men untie Hawk and Falcon.

"Seems so...and it seems she knows you as well..." Price commented as he watched Hawk and Falcon walk back to Y/n's side.

"Sir, are you sure Laswell said they're green?" The dark skin man asked the Captian.

"I doubt Laswell would lie to us Gaz. That goes for you two as well," Price said, turning to the skull masked man and the slightly shorter man standing next to him.

"So that's a infamous Ghost...I thought he be taller," Hawk.

"He lots pretty damn tall to me, considering he's standing near shortstack over there..." Falcon said.

The shorter man sent him a glare, obviously hearing Falcon's comment, but before he could say anything, Ghost pulled him back.

"He's not worth it, Soap."

Y/n heard a Scottish accent come from the man as he watched the two talk.

"Oh, sir... You should probably tell-" Falcon was too late to warn him when Midnight sprang up from behind Ghost and Soap.

Y/n sent her the scariest death glare in history before the woman's knife even made it near the two men. Only then did Ghost realize Y/n was glaring but not at him and turned around only to see nothing there. When he turned back, there was now a third soldier standing near him that wasn't there.

"Who she?" He cocked his head towards her.

"Midnight." and he left it there.

Price turned to look at them apologetically before letting out a long sigh.

"Sorry about the mishaps, mates. Seems we got you mixed up with someone else, by the way... you know who blew up that building?"

"We did," Y/n said quickly, watching the man's face change to confusion.

"Why did you-"

"Sorry, but we're kinda on a tight schedule so we'll see yall again sometime soon yeah? Nice meeting you, Captain and your team. Lovely bunch, really! Sir, we have go to go." Falcon said as he pulled Y/n away, the man shaking his own head and chuckling himself, with the other two laughing.

"Kids am I right?" Y/n shouted as he sent a quick nod to the Captain before turning to greet his own team as they made their way towards exfil.

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[hytkskai738382]

*141 brincando de marry , matar ou foder*

M! reader:let's go by logic, let's kill ghost

soap:THAT IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON

gaz: *laughing*

m! reader:only if it's for you 🙄

m! reader: I'm going to marry könig because he's the cutest teddy bear in the world

*shy konig*

soap: hum🙄

m! reader:and I'm going to fuck the captain because I think it must be good

gaz: ee...😦

price:...*shocked*

ghost and Alejandro: WHAT?

[spicyspiders]

Hello good sir, can I request 141 + Alejandro and König where the reader celebrates a certain amount of hears of sobriety from drugs?

Like the reader used to abuse substance because of something traumatic like a death of a loved one or smth like that and now they're celebrating getting out of that situation?

I'm currently 1 year sober from drugs and I'm just rlly happy :)

Love your posts btw ❤❤

Congratulations on your sobriety!

It’s been a while since you’ve felt like you have control over your body. You no longer dig for the bottle. The want is still there, but that’s all it is– a want, when at the beginning it felt like a need. Overall, it’s been a year. A long year, but a year. 

It’s been almost a year and a half since your friend died. The aftermath felt like darkness that you couldn’t find your way out of. Certain days can be harder than others, but you still haven’t reached for a bottle in a year. 

You went out and bought yourself something small after you left your house. You weren’t sure what you wanted to buy even after you arrived at the store. You made the decision when your eyes landed on the sweet treat. 

You knew of people that had parties to commemorate the accomplishment, but you were happy to pick up the individual cupcake to celebrate. The cupcake was small, all wrapped up in plastic and shining under the fluorescent light. Everything used to feel so heavy when you stopped drinking, even the smallest things like getting out of bed, but now, it all feels so small. 

You probably looked crazy walking up to the self-checkout holding a cupcake and smiling, but you felt happy. You thanked an employee on your way out the door, still smiling. 

“Have a good day,” they responded, sending a small smile of courtesy your way. 

“You too.” You walked out of the store and started the walk home. The small walk home. 

Your home wasn’t the way you left it when you got home. It was full of other bodies, talking and laughing, making their presence known from the moment you stepped in. 

“How’d you get in my house?” You asked the group when you walked to where they were in the living room, all of them sprawled out and comfortable. 

“We have a copy,” Soap responded nonchalantly. 

“We?”

Price walked over to where you stood in the entryway and clapped you on the shoulder in greeting, “just him,” Price clarified. 

“Ah,” you weren’t sure if that was any better. 

“What’re you doing here?”

“We know how important today is,” Price said. With his arm around your shoulder, he pulled you to the couch. When you were settled down, your body in between his and Simon’s, he squeezed your shoulder. “It’s been a year?” He asked. 

“Just about,” you responded softly, smiling down at the cupcake you still help, clutching it protectively to your chest. 

“We’re proud of you, you know that?” Your friend would be too,” you could hear the smile in Price’s voice. 

“Thank you. I’m proud of myself, too,” you were getting choked up, but still had the smile on your face. 

König and Gaz sat on your loveseat, their bodies squeezed together to try and fit in the small space. Soap sat near their legs, digging around in his pocket, both of the men on the couch watching him with furrowed brows. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly feeling confusion instead of sadness, “is that my key?” You asked when Soap tossed the item on your coffee table. It nearly flew off, but landed just on the edge. 

“It’s the one I used to make my copy.”

“How many did you make?”

“Me, Simon, Price, Gaz, Rudy, Ale-” Soap listed off on his fingers, getting cut off by Gaz throwing a pillow in his face. 

“Do not forget about me,” König said, ignoring the glare Gaz sent his way. 

“He’s the only one that has one,” Ghost said. 

“Has one what?” Rudy asked, who had just walked in with Alejandro. 

“Nothing!” Soap said to the two of them then threw the pillow back at Gaz. 

“You have a key too?” You asked them both. 

“Of course we do,” they both said, coming in to settle down into the space like all the others were. 

You met them all days into your sobriety when you thought it would be better to be out of your house, away from the bottles you knew you still had to throw away. Soap had run into you, the group of men playing a game in the park you decided to take a walk in. It left you with a scar on your knee, which now had the cupcake resting on top of it. 

“Did you all just break into my house to watch television?” You asked after everything had quieted down.

“Soap did, but we didn’t,” Price responded, and laughed softly at the noise Soap squawked out in protest.

[boozenboze]

Right In Front Of Me Kyle Gaz Garrick x M!reader

Summary: Gaz comes to a realization

Women/Female aligned DNI

Together from the very beginning

They had enlisted together, honing their skills to be the best pair the Military had ever seen. Starting off when serving the SAS domestic counter-terror program, before being where they were now. They made a pact, to stick together no matter what the other does. It couldn't be helped nor could it be fought.

Even after being alongside one another for so long, aware of how the other behaved, conflict was always in their midst. Despite that, they always found their way back to one another, even if they got on the other's last nerve.

This time, however, they had gotten into a petty quarrel and Kyle didn't feel like talking. M/n tried to initiate their interactions to no avail, Gaz being a sass lord and ignoring him. In other terms, he was being petty and caught up in his own feelings. Now, today was the day of the mission. Get in, get out, a difficult yet simple task. Everything had gone smoothly so far, till the unexpected ambush by the enemy. It had left Gaz to hardly hold on to consciousness. On the ground, gripping his side, trying his best to stop his bleeding, being lucky enough to not have the bullet that hit him hit any major organs. His hat had slipped from his head, and his face and overall stature were covered in the filth of the field. Laid on his back, his vision got hazy with his eyes half-lidded. The sound of gunfire seemed more distanced despite being so near. Footsteps approached his resting place, Gaz unable to shift his gaze from what was above. Chocolate eyes met the head of a gun being pointed at his head, Gaz sucking in what he suspected to be his last breath. A shot rang off, a thud being followed right after. He felt no other pain besides the shot he had before.

Something bumped him from his left, hands feeling all over his body, the same hands cupping his face. It was like an echo in a cave, a familiar voice calling out in desperation and urgency. His eyes flickered open, meeting a familiar pair of e/c eyes he'd never failed to end up staring back at. "Gaz....Gaz, shit- Kyle get the hell up, ya bloke!" The voice yelled out, the commandment in his tone making him groan. He felt M/n's hand pushing his clothes up to expose the injury. The man said nothing, lips apart and a look of life in his eyes. It was like he was seeing a new light, a realization that he never had come to mind. It was always him if not anyone else.

"C'mon, told ya ass not to wander too far from me!" M/n urged, pulling him up to his feet like many times before. With everything happening so fast, it was surprising for Gaz to feel like everything was in slow motion all of a sudden. His legs showed no signs of weakening, likely due to adrenaline. Even so, while being saved again, his eyes never left him. They somehow never did.

Nobody else would do it, no matter how close they were. M/n was always the one to care, listen, comfort, and put him back in line. Every damn time, it was him who'd be right at his side, even in a moment like this. It was almost like a dream, watching how he rushed him to safety despite there being risks of him being hurt as well. He always managed to be there. He was safe, he had what he needed. And he needed him, the one who'd been in front of him all this time, even if he'd never end up saying out loud. (A/n- Good night/morning loves)

[andioop1852]

An idea for Task 141 x male reader. (Platonic)

What if male reader used to work for some bad guys organization cause he needed the money. There has been times where task 141 were so close to getting him but he escapes.

Male reader is quiet, introverted, and pretty friendly.

He ALWAYS wears a mask that looks like a wolf, and he never takes it off. No one knows how he looks behind the mask.

Time passes by and he no longer works for them anymore (due to Task 141 destroying the organization) and lives a normal life as a stripper. (Still with the same mask) and has a husband.

Until one day, Laswell is like “we need his help” and Task 141 are not happy but they didn’t have a choice. Male reader is panicking behind the mask, overthinking that it might be a trap, while Task Force 141 just want the mission to end quickly so they don’t have to see him again.

The mission is a simple ‘get back the stolen data.” During the mission, male reader made his own plan which shocked the rest. I imagine that male reader picked the options that were ‘useless’ to make a way faster route. He didn’t need to kill anyone. Imagine their surprise when they reached the room to see male reader already done with the computer. This kind off earned the respect of the Task Force.

During the car ride, male reader would just be staring out the window and Soap asks why he was in with the enemy organization in which he says “It’s personal…”

Someone asks about the mask: “…I dunno, I just feel safe wearing it. And my fans seem to like it. *smirks*”

Price asks him to join the task force (jokingly or serious) but he turns it down, saying that he wants to live a quiet life with his husband.

Someone asks about how long they were married: “It’s gonna be 2 years in about a week.” “Congrats Lobo.” “…Thank you.”

Edit: If any of the guys refer to male reader as sergeant or any soldier name, he’ll respond “Just call me Lobo, I don’t work for the military.”

Also if you want to include the husband, but have no idea what he’ll be like, I got an idea for ya. Name is Freddy, he’s a househusband who works as those people who draw comics on their lifes. He’s soft spoken, friendly, a bit shy, and says sorry a lot.

Edit 2: I just thought of something, what if reader did got captured and arrested, but got bailed out thanks to his husband? Maybe reader left a note for his husband that there’s a good chunk of money in a certain spot that can bail him out.

[denziezwhattfuck]

M!Reader seeing 141 and Los Vaqueros + Konig shirtless while training causing a lot of scene

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You were outside with crossed arms thinking of where to go, you noticed that you couldnt spot anyone and that made you think, you kept on looking everywhere to where they'd usually hang out but you seen no one in sight, one last thing they'd be at was the training area, now how haven't you thought of going there, you face palmed rolling your eyes as you were headed the towards the training area, you opened the door from outside the training area seeing all the men shirtless, some of them boxing matching each other, some just on the bench resting their heads on the board with a towel on their necks drinking the water from their containers, as you entered inside covering the blush trying to hide the redness of your face, Soap was the first to notice you, he then came to you greeting with a wave on his hands, you looked away from him as his ripped body was shown infront, "(Y/N)! Sorry we left you alone, we couldnt tell you where we were gonna be. Apologies for that." Soap said as he tapped on your shoulder with a smile on his face, Soap knew you were flustered by seeing his body showing his biceps, abs every strong structure through out his body, "Now now, dont be nervous! We dont bite~." He teased as he went even more close to you grabbing your chin, "Oi! Soap's trying to make a move!" Gaz shouted making them stop what they were doing trying to locate where you and Soap was, they then saw both of you, Soap leaned even more close to your face feeling his breathe brush towards your face, "This scottish motherfucker." Ghost said as he went down from the ring running towards both of you, Soap looked at them with a smirk on his face, then you felt a pair of lips touching yours, Soap kissed you passionately It was sudden you were shocked from It but let It go on as you kissed back, Ghost dragged Soap's forearms pulling him away from you interrupting both of your moment, "You are not having him to yourself." Ghost said as he pushed him a little further back, "Guess what? He kissed me back fucker! Deal with It." He chuckled viciously leaving a smirk on his face with an evil stare, you had your head spinning was It the fact they all wanted you or was It the fact that you were inlove with all of them? You were confused about your feelings, you saw Ghost infront of you also shirtless you covered your eyes hiding the blush on your face, "You okay luv?" He leaned down a little removing the hand on your face seeing your pretty face painted red, Ghost smirked behind his balaclava standing up firm grabbing your chin after, "Who do you really want sweetheart?~" Ghost said in a flirtatious tone that had you crazy in your mind especially when that man was shirtless infront of you, you had the whole team wrapped around your finger, and you still were confused why they were giving you more than just friendly gestures and mutuality towards you, It was more than that.

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PART 2 COMING LATER OR TOMMS OR MAYBE SOON :))

[lieutnt]

it's midnight for me so happy new years everyone! the support this year has been immense and as a little thanks have this semi-small drabble. the holidays have been a little busy but posting should hopefully return to normal this week.

enjoy my thoughts on what would happen if you combine a tipsy 141 and a male reader who want to celebrate New Years.

Price can see how disheartened the 141, mostly Soap & Gaz, are by not being able to bring in the New Year properly while stuck on base. He agrees to a small celebration, some drinks and some food in the build up while you all sit round the telly waiting for the countdown.

Except, like most times it doesn’t go to plan. After a few drinks, a tipsy Soap is complaining about not having anyone to kiss at midnight and turns to you all puppy-eyed and pouty, asking if you’ll kiss him. With a roll of your eyes you agree, not one to turn down an excuse to make out with Soap again.

As the countdown starts, Soap drags you to him, noses almost touching as “3… 2… 1…” echoes from the tv. At the sound of fireworks he surges forward, capturing your mouth with his. It’s more than just a quick peck, Soap licking into your mouth and wrapping his arms around your neck to hold you close as he moans into the kiss, parting with a sigh and a thread of saliva connecting you. Price & Ghost watch silently stunned, pants a little bit tighter at the show but Gaz is quickly by your side, face heated with the alcohol in his system.

“I wanna kiss as well,” he mumbles in the fake saddest tone he can muster, eyes shining when you turn to him and kiss him. You repeat the process, pulling Gaz close and deepening the kiss, and the others can hear Gaz’s sighs and quiet moans before you pull away, thumb swiping across his lips.

“Happy now?” You ask, a gleam in your eye as Gaz shakes his head, turning to Soap and bringing him in for a kiss. They press against each other and it’s enough to have you chubbing up in your pants as they lose themselves in the kiss.

Stepping away you catch Price & Ghost staring, hips shifting minutely to loosen the fabric around their crotches. Walking towards Price you lean over his seated figure, eyes playful and filled with mischief. “You want one too, Cap?”

His face is dusted pink, lips parting like a fish out of water trying to think of anything to say before he nods his head, and as soon as your lips are connecting he’s cupping the side of your face with his palm, trying to resist the temptation to pull you down on top of him. The kiss is more chaste than the others, a few swipes of tongue before Price is pushing you away before he can get too excited, grumbling “Muppet,” under his breath.

You don’t know what to expect when you turn to Ghost but he’s already watching, waiting, as you quirk a brow in question. He nods slightly, reaching out to hold your hips as you walk towards him. “C’mere then,” he’s wearing a simpler mask this time, one he pushes up to expose his lips before he’s pulling you in with a hand on the back of your head, tongue immediately prodding for entrance into your mouth. Ghost kisses like he fights, dominating, intense, and when you pull away he’s looking satisfied with himself. 

The countdown finished long ago but you’re all still in the room, bulges obvious and with confidence you turn towards Gaz & Soap, “Want to go take care of your problems?” You question, eyes motioning downwards.

They can’t move fast enough, scurrying away and out of the room and before you leave you turn back towards Price & Ghost, “You two coming?”

Thinking it over in no time at all they both stand, eagerly following you to your room.

[issdisgrace]

I gift you guys this edit I came across on tik tok

[wrestlingwithlife]

COD Incorrect Quotes With Our Lovely Y/n

Warning gets a little spicy towards the end ;)

Price: Well, should I be worried?

Y/n: Not yet.

Price:

Y/n:

*loud explosion*

Y/n: Now you can worry

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Y/n: No, I don't want to talk about physics! I don't know anything about the laws of physics because they are hard and boring. I simply would like them to behave in a way that is most convenient to ME and MY LIFE! Is that really asking too much?

Gaz: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is!

Y/n: Well, guess what? Science is stupid bullshit!!

Gaz: You take that back!!!

Y/n: No. Magic is awesome. Science blows. The end.

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Y/n: What are you doing here?

Soap: I could ask you the same question.

Y/n: I live here. This is my room.

Soap: I should probably ask you a different question.

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Y/n: I just heard Ghost call the dog a “fucking liar” because he barked like someone was at the door and no one was there.

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Price: I am going to need you to swear-

Y/n: Fuck.

Price:

Price: ...swear as in promise.

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Price: *shatters a window and climbs through it*

Price: *turns around and helps Y/n through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Y/n

Y/n: Okay.

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Ghost: You read my diary?

Y/n: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

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Y/n: I like your new pants!

Price: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Y/n: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Price: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Y/n: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Price: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Y/n.

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Y/n: The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.

Graves: I almost died.

Y/n: That... was my favorite memory.

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Soap: You look good in that hoodie.

Y/n: You know where else I'd look good?

Soap, zero hesitation: My bed.

Y/n, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

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Ghost: This bloodline ends with me.

Y/n: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

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Y/n: Gaz, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Gaz, naked in Y/n's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Y/n, already taking off his clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

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Price: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Y/n: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

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Y/n: Well, Ghost and I finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Y/n: That's right... We kissed!

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Y/n: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Gaz: Nope, there's 26.

Y/n: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Gaz: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Y/n: You'll get the D later ;).

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Y/n: What are you in the mood for?

Ghost: World domination.

Y/n: That's a bit ambitious.

Ghost: You are my world.

Y/n: Aww...

Ghost:

Y/n:

Ghost:

Y/n: OH.

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Price: Know why I called you in here?

Y/n: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Price: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

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Soap: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Y/n: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Soap: Seize the dick.

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Hopefully these helped quench you guy’s hunger whilst I work on my next post.

- Author~Chan out ✌️

[buterccup]

Okay so what about the 141 reaction to the M!Reader full blown laughing while fighting Ghost and when someone asks about it later the M!Reader says how it's because he's fought worst.

I hope this is what you asked and if it isn't then I'm always happy to rewrite the request, and I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for the request as well!! (If only I could find a gif with them all)

Sparring with THE Ghost

Summary: You somehow convinced Ghost to fight you but you couldn't help but laugh during your fight with Ghost which did get a reasonable reaction for your boys.

Warnings: swearing, normal CoD violence(?) (Other than that I don't think there is a lot)

Character(s): Task force 141 x Male! Reader

FEM ALIGNED DNI

You were rethinking your life decisions. Somehow you got your 6'4 Lieutenant to spar with you. And now you found yourself in front of Ghost in a clearer area while the rest of 141 watched from the side, partially worried for you and came in case you got your ass handed to you but also for support.

Of course, you weren't the weakest but Ghost turned you down many times before for a reason but soon got sick of you pestering him and soon got curious if you would do well.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Of course." Hell no. Why did you say that?!

Before you could shout at yourself Ghost let out a grunt before getting into position, giving you a look, making you let out a little laugh before getting into a stance.

Price then stood at the side, yelling out the go-ahead. While you said a little prayer before seeing Ghost move closer to your right side making you sidestep and lunge at him. The voice in your head screamed at how well you were doing until you felt a sharp nudge at your side make you cry internally.

The side elbow from Ghost made you lose your balance but fortunately, you quickly regained it with a stumble. This made you relax your nerves but nut until you saw Ghost in the side of your eye causing you to bend one of your legs and dodged Ghost attack.

And if Ghost was going to be honest that impressed him but that didn't stop the Lieutenant from kicking your leg from under you once you got up and tried to punch him.

But before Ghost could do anything else a small snicker left your mouth before a full-blown laughing fit started to leave you.

"Uh...[c/n]? You okay?" Gaz would call out to you as you wiped small tears from your eyes. Your laughter never seeming to end as you tried to continue sparring with Ghost.

"Maybe we should stop..."

"Wha--ha- No! I'm- Haha! I'm okay!

"[Name]-"

"PFFT-"

"Ghost are you sure you didn't hit him too hard??"

Soap just looked at you concerned but still have a smile on his face. But once he felt a nudge from Gaz with a look saying they both had to stop you.

Meanwhile, Ghost just stared at you like he stared at soap and at Alejandro through the rear-view mirror back in Las Almas, a small chuckle leaving him as he watch you try to tackle him.

Price on the other hand just groaned and rubbed his temples as he went to light a cigar as he watched Gaz and Soap drag your laughing figure away from Ghost.

It had been a couple minutes after the little 'sparring' session with Ghost and your boys were still wondering what happened while you were getting yourself a drink while Price sat somewhere near you with Gaz, screaming at yourself in your head until you heard Soap's voice making you turn around.

"Sooo, [c/n] what was with that whole laughing thing earlier." He would ask, with a smile. Not trying to make you feel bad about what happened while Gaz made a gesture with his hand for Soap to stop.

You just let out a sigh as you leaned onto the counter.

"I fought so badly.."

"Ahh- Mate it's okay!"

"Ohh, don't worry about that-"

"He fought quite well in my opinion.." Ghost would then say out of nowhere making everyone look at him wide-eyed.

"GHOST-"

Requests: Closed

[hytkskai738382]

(happy birthday to me <3 January 29)

Soldier: Can I ask you a question?

M!reader: bring it on

Soldier: if you were gay would you date me?

*boys from afar*

Price: what the fuck is that question?

M!reader:certainly not

Soap: He wouldn't do that to us😌

soldier: what?

m! reader: what? wouldn't date you

soldier:why?

Alejandro: Because he's going to date me *cocky face*

Gaz: In your dreams

M!reader: Because you're not my type

Ghost: I'm his type.

soldier: what the fuck does that mean

König: ...why does he keep insisting?

M!reader:what offended you?

soldier: I was very offended!

M! reader:Hum I shit for you

Graves: HAHA take this!

price: this is my boy.

Alejandro: your boy?

Ghost: what are we trying to discuss, he's mine

Graves: WOW WOW wait a minute-

*soap, gaz and könig joining the discussion

M!reader by far: ... again, and off we go 😮‍💨

(testing new tags)

[daryl-dixons-left-hand]

Me when I hear a noise when Im reading fanfics about Price .

[spicyspiders]

Hello, hope you are having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request TF 141 boy's x male reader, reader has a really dark past and almost everything about him is completely confidential or not even on file. Before even joining the military reader was a teen on death row who was given a chance to live if he fallowed orders... Due to this deal he has been black mailed into doing things that make him feel disgusted with himself. He's tall so he looks older than he actually is.

When he joined the 141 there was minimal information, reader's age wasn't even on file but mission, skills and kills were. Reader's reckless bordering on suicidal.

How would the team react to their mysterious team member? And how would they deal with all the secrets surrounding them when Grave's and Shepard betray them? Does reader final have break from everything?

(I was kinda thinking reader ended up trusting Ghost the most and told him one night maybe drunk they are the first people to ever show kindness to him?)

This isn't really a fic, it's mainly just a few little headcanons, but I hope you still like it. Warnings for mentions of alcohol consumption.

I think as long as the reader does their job, then the others on the task force won't really bother them or have any issues with them. Where some could arise would be with how reckless they are.

I think Price would try and get a handle on it, or get them to. Because they're a team, and with him being restless, it puts the others in danger.

After a particular mission where a lot of them are coming back with cuts and bruises because of the reader's recklessness, this would probably be the first time that they see how their recklessness can impact others. I think after getting chewed out by Price, this would be the first time that they realize they care about the others on the force, which I think could make them care more about themselves.

I think this realization could happen when the reader is drinking with Ghost and they're talking about what happened during the mission. Because of the liquid courage running through his veins, he would open up about why he's so reckless but wants to change.

"We'd kill you if you got yourself killed out there," Ghost would say to the reader. And the next day when he's recovering from his hangover, he would remember those words, and they would make him feel a little bit better.

With the Graves and Shepard situation, I could see it having an impact on all of the guys in the force, but they act as a collective, so they would have each other to lean on. I think the situation would lead to the reader drinking more, but with the other guys, so more situations where they say things that make the reader smile like Ghost did.

Even though it was a tough situation, at the end of it, they're brought closer.