ajqwrites
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šŸ“š Full-time writer | šŸŽ“ Part-time student | ���Surviving off caffeine |🐺 Alpha males + šŸŽ€ soft girls | šŸ’» Wattpad: @AJQWrites CR šŸ“– Lights Out by Navessa Allen
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ajqwrites Ā· 4 days ago
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Price: Alright, where is it?
Gaz: ... where's what?
Price, pointing at his head: what's missing from this picture?
Soap: ... Haircut?
Price: NO! WHERE'S MY BLOODY HAT??
Ghost: We didn't take your hat, it probably finally escaped
Gaz: Oh, bless 'em. Poor thing finally is free
Soap: We shall share a drink and celebrate in its honor
Ghost: Cheers to that
Price:
Price: *gets his gun out*
Soap: FUCK-
Gaz: THIS IS AN UNHEALTHY ATTACHMENT-
Ghost: IF YOU LOVE IT LET IT GO-
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ajqwrites Ā· 11 days ago
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ā€œ May God have mercy on my enemies, ā€˜cause I won’t. ā€
John Soap MacTavish
more here
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ajqwrites Ā· 12 days ago
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141 updated height headcanons/analysis
for gaz, price, and ghost there's not really much to headcanon because their (actors) heights are known. and personally, i just assume that the characters are the same height as their actors.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
183cm (6'0)
= just elliot's height
John Price
188cm (6'2)
= also just barry's real height
Simon "Ghost" Riley
191cm (6'3)
= samuel's height IRL
John "Soap" MacTavish
now this is where it gets complicated
we don't actually know how tall neil ellice is
most websites list his height as being unknown, and others claim heights ranging from 5'8 to 5'11... yeah
we only know that he called himself "tiny" in comparison to samuel. that's all lmao (video below the cut if you're interested)
so let's do some (shitty) analysing
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obviously this should be taken with a grain of salt since ghost & soap are moving around in these images which could mess with the accuracy. but it gives us an idea of how tall soap COULD be... give or take 177cm (something in between 5'9 and 5'10)
i'm not claiming that soap definitely has to be that height. it's just a wild guess based on these imagines i slapped together
love how everyone can just confirm that samuel is a freaking giant
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ajqwrites Ā· 12 days ago
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ā€œ I think I’m a better ghost than human being. ā€
Simon Ghost Riley
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inspired heavily by all the gorgeous sas man content that the lovely @staytrueblue has been blessing us with lately
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ajqwrites Ā· 12 days ago
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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
for @stellewriites šŸ’•
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ajqwrites Ā· 12 days ago
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Shower thoughts about 141's phones…
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ajqwrites Ā· 17 days ago
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i replayed the 2019 campaign, took some screenshots and whew... gaz really is the most gorgeous boy
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ajqwrites Ā· 17 days ago
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ughh
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ajqwrites Ā· 17 days ago
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the boys
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ajqwrites Ā· 17 days ago
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Yes, yes it is 🤩
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Is it weird for a fictional man to become your muse?
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ajqwrites Ā· 17 days ago
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🐺 Of Wolf and LambĀ šŸ‘
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He came from the dark, with smoke in his breath,
A shadow in boots, long-schooled by death.
A wolf with a heart that had long turned cold, Yet burned anew when her gaze took hold.
She was the lamb, soft and divine, A trembling soul with a will like spine.
She didn't run when he bared his teeth Instead, she breathed calm into the beast.
He warned her once:Ā "You don't belong," But her touch rewrote his every wrong.
Where he saw blood, she sowed a vow, To love the monster, here and now.
He caged his hunger, fed on grace, Tamed by the warmth in her gentle face.
But love, when born of fire and frost, Knows no lines, it risks all cost.
Now wolf and lamb, entwined in flame, One bound by need, the other by name.
Not prey, not captor but something more, A love that howled, yet begged no war.
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✨Read Call of Duty (Modern Warfare Reboot) - Under Siege right here✨
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ajqwrites Ā· 17 days ago
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🐺 The Wolf & The Lamb — A Poetry Piece fromĀ Under Siege
An Extra from the Call of Duty Fanfiction Under Series
Now live on Wattpad
But if you're curious and wanna read it here āž”ļø check it out.
I recently posted this poem since I'm going to be diving more of John and Charlie's relationship (as I will call it their arcs)
This is quiet a raw and emotional echo of whatĀ Under SiegeĀ is about.
The Wolf & The LambĀ is a poetic and soul of the story about the danger and innocence and power and surrender. It doesn’t speak for John Price and Charlie Daniels — it speaks for whatĀ they become together.
šŸ–¤ Why I Wrote It
This piece came from a place I didn’t expect.
As I finished Under Siege, I found myself falling into the spaces between the action... like... the things left unsaid between John and Charlie.
Their relationship isn’t just about a military romance. It’s about trust, power, protection, and the ache of surrender.
In the poetry,Ā he is the wolf — commanding, dangerous, loyal, primal.
She is the lamb — innocent but unafraid, drawn to the wildness rather than running from it.
The lamb does not flee.
The wolf does not devour.
They stand in the middle of their instincts and choose each other anyway.
I wrote this to explore that emotion more freely, stripped of structure — justĀ for fun (and research purpose).
Honestly, diving into theĀ Call of DutyĀ universe has opened up something inside me that I didn’t expect. These aren’t just tactical, gritty characters. They’re human. And in fanfiction, we get to crack open their armor and look at what’s underneath.
This poem is a love letter to that process.
And to those who have finished reading Under Siege. Thank you for reading it!
If you’ve ever felt drawn to a kind of love that’s protective and obsessively consuming — go ahead and check it out āž” Call of Duty (Modern Warfare Reboot) - Under Siege
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ajqwrites Ā· 17 days ago
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šŸŽ¬Ā UNDER SIEGE — COMPLETE āœ…
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Fanfiction | Book 1 of the Under Series
It’s official (and a late post I'm sorry 😣)!
After months (and a year) of writing, plotting, editing between classes and work shifts, crying over character arcs, and teasing y’all with every Friday (and generous Wednesday) drop…
šŸ’£ UNDER SIEGE IS NOW COMPLETE. šŸ’£
Words honestly fall short right now because this story was never just a fic.
It was my escape, my expression, and my emotional outlet (with deep unspoken wounds).
What started as a simple age-gap romance fanfic about John Price grew into somethingĀ bigger — a military action-romance epic with erotic edge, psychological weight, D/s dynamics, and a whole lot of heart.
If you’ve read it, shared it, screamed, commented, or even quietly followed along — thank you. Truly. From the bottom of my exhausted little writer heart.
And now… in true cinematic fashion — here’s the final credit roll šŸŽžļø
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ā­ļøStatus: CompleteĀ āœ…Ā ā­ļø
ā­ļøĀ A Wattpad Fanfiction — Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reboot AUĀ ā­ļø
ā­ļøWritten by: meā­ļø
ā­ļøCo-created & her OCs created by:Ā @callsign-denmarkā­ļø
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MAIN CAST
Captain Johnathan "John" Price Barry Sloane
Charlotte "Charlie" Daniels Candice King
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TASK FORCE 141
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Elliot Knight
Simon "Ghost" Riley Samuel Roukin
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Johnny "Soap" MacTavish Neil Ellice
Gabrielle "Halo" Marisol Knocks-Riley Naomi Scott
Cameron "Sundance" Faith Price Kaci Fullinwider
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Danica "Danny" Robertson Madelyn Cline
Gary "Roach" Sanderson Ben McKenzie
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SUPPORTING CAST
Kate Laswell Rya Kihlstedt
Levi Dunn Dylan O' Brian
Diana "Diana" Sherry Nutt Meryl Steep
Hailey Brown Anna Kendrick
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ANTAGONIST CAST
Michael Harkin Michael Trevino
Richard "Rich" Moreau Ian Bohen
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OTHERĀ CAST
Jameson Daniels Bradley Cooper
The Woman in Red Dress Danielle Campbell
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ā­ļøSpecial Thanksā­ļø
To you — the readers who found this story in here, commented or reblog, and (maybe) cried along the way.
ToĀ @callsign-denmarkĀ for being the ultimate co-conspirator and COD comrade.
To every fanfic writer out there spinning stories out of love for characters who deserved more. _____
ā­ļøFeaturingā­ļø
ā¤ļøĀ 16-year age gap tension
šŸ”„Ā Dominant & Submissive slow-burn
šŸ’£Ā Action, off-duty banter, and military-grade angst
šŸ’”Ā Emotional trauma, healing, and... a hell of a lot of spice
🌹 Sugar, spice, and a whole lot of Price. _____
So what’s next?
šŸ—ļøĀ Under Oath (Book 2) — Coming soon.
But until then… rest. Breathe. Reread.
And know that you were part of something I’ll never forget.
Thank you for being part ofĀ Under SiegeĀ šŸ–¤
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ajqwrites Ā· 18 days ago
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ajqwrites Ā· 19 days ago
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🚨 PSA TO ALL COD FANFIC LOVERS 🚨
There’s a crossover happening and it’s dangerously good.
Two authors. Two badass series. One mission:
✨ Protect what’s theirs. Set fire to what isn’t.
Chords of Courage x The Under Series
Get ready for tears, tactical chaos, alpha men, sharp women, and sexual tension that could detonate a frag grenade.
Find us on Wattpad / here at Tumblr / AO3
šŸ’„ Danger close, y’all. You’ve been warned.
Two Stories, One Mission: Protect those they love at all cost.
Welcome to the collaboration between The Chords of Courage Series written by Callsign-Denmark and The Under Series written by @ajqwrites. This is a Call of Duty Fanfiction like no other, so strap in and get ready to rock and barrel roll, because we are danger close and weapons hot as these series take you into stories filled with slow burn, betrayal, honor, danger, romance, drama, found family, tragedy, love and adventure like no other.
Read both series on Wattpad, Tumblr and A03.
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ajqwrites Ā· 22 days ago
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Under Siege Closing Post + Thank You ā¤ļø
And just like that… Under SiegeĀ is officially complete. āœ…
From the very first chapter to the final scene.
Through the tension, the slow-burn ache, and every battle (internal and external). This story has been a journey. One that I didn’t think I would be SO into, butĀ lived throughĀ with every character, every scene, every line (I have done my research about the COD franchise šŸ˜‚)
What started as a creative spark, a simple ā€œwhat ifā€ in theĀ Call of DutyĀ universe, turned into something bigger than I imagined. But it would’ve meant nothing withoutĀ you, readers.
To those who readĀ Under SiegeĀ onĀ Wattpad,Ā AO3, and right here onĀ Tumblr…
Thank you for your time.
Thank you for your reblogs.
Thank you for your quiet support in the background.
Thank you forĀ seeingĀ this story through the end.
Your support reminded meĀ whyĀ I write, even when life is crazy busy.
Even when I’m working part-time, studying part-time, and trying to hold it all together. This story gave me purpose and knowing it gave something to you, too? That’s everything.
I want to especially thankĀ @callsign-denmarkĀ and my friend(s) who cheered me on through the late-night babbling, the doubts, and the deadlines.
I couldn’t have finished without you.
Under SiegeĀ is complete, but theĀ Under SeriesĀ is far from over.
šŸ—ļøĀ Under Oath (Book 2)Ā is coming But for now… we close this fanfiction with full hearts.
With love, respect, and gratitude šŸ™
P.S - I will post an extra goodie soon ;)
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ajqwrites Ā· 22 days ago
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COD: Modern Warfare Reboot (Under Siege - Book 1)
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November 2024 Somewhere outside Ostrava, Czech Republic
The winter wind roamed around the hilltop mansion, whispering past the razor-wired walls before fading against the ancient stone.
Inside, though, the bar room radiated warmth like a burning cigar—adorned with mahogany panels, sparkling cut-glass decanters, and a lone iron stove pushed back against the chill of November.
A man sat by himself at the counter, holding a heavy crystal glass in one hand, the golden liquor inside reflecting the firelight.Ā 
His midnight wool jacket, with lapels trimmed inĀ Bratva ZvezdaĀ red, was draped over a chair. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, and his cuff-links unbuttoned and rolled down under his wrists.Ā 
He looked every bit the unassuming architect rather than one of Zakharov's top problem-solvers—the man who managed accounts, bribed judges, and approved the nastiest tasks that no one else dared to handle.
Behind him, a naked woman lay asleep on a leather long seat covered with a throw, her hair fallen over half her face and her painted toes still hanging over the edge.Ā 
The man barely gave her a glance.Ā 
She was a prostitute he'd picked up on his way home from a business meeting. The night had dragged on with deals being signed and words exchanged. Now was the time he favored: silence, a glass of scotch in his hand, and his mind plotting the next day's actions.
The man took a long sip of scotch, savoring the slow burn as it slid down his throat. The bar was his sanctuary and he could almost forget the day he had today. Let alone, unwind.
He heard a knock that was so loud it made him raise his eyebrows and turn to glance over his shoulder at the hallway.
Deliveries at three in the morning?Ā He wondered.Ā 
After taking another sip of his scotch, he set the glass down with a thud and moved toward the front door. On his way, he grabbed a pistol from the hallway drawer, checked the slide, and navigated through the corridors until he hid his pistol behind and reached the door.
A weary postman, his postal cap tilted and eyes shadowed with exhaustion, stood at the doorway clutching a square, plain crate.
"Special dispatch, pane," the courier muttered in mangled Czech. "Paid in full. Signature not required."
The man studied the postman before the label: blank but for a single Cyrillic callsign—Ворон. (Wolf).Ā No sender, no customs seal. Only that omen of ink.
"I didn't order anything," the man said.
The postman shrugged, shivering as another icy gust swirled into the open doorway. "Not my business, pane. I just deliver."
The man hesitated, then took the crate. It was lighter than expected. The package was cold, heavier than wood should be. When he straightened, the courier was already hustling down the drive, snow crunching under his boots as though the night itself were chasing him. As he closed the door, he locked the door and reset the alarm before placing the box on the bar counter, he eyed it warily. The icy chill radiating from within raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He considered calling for backup, but curiosity got the better of him.Ā 
Taking a deep breath, he pried open the lid. Inside, nestled in packing straw, was a stench his nose scrunched. Copper and rot, sharp enough to gag the throat of any man with less iron in his blood. Then the contents resolved under the lamplight—skin gone waxen, lips blue, eyelids stitched shut to keep eternal vigil.
Harkin.
Or rather—what was left of him.
He staggered back, shock and confusion warring within him. Who would send such a gruesome delivery? And why? His mind raced through possibilities—a warning from a rival? A calling card from an old enemy?
As he peered closer, he studied a lifeless head.
It was a clean sever through the C2 vertebra; someone had used a combat tomahawk or a field saw, quick and practiced. He noticed a small card lay pinned between the dead man's teeth, crimson fingerprints smudging the parchment. He pulled it free and unfolded it.
"I am coming for you."
A cold fist clenched his gut.Ā 
This was no calling card.
He recognized that handwriting.
It was a tight, soldier-neat, the way his mother had forced him (and his brothers) to practice until their knuckles bled.
His eyes darted around the shadowy barroom, suddenly feeling exposed. Heart pounding, he licked his lips and pressed it thin before grabbing his glass and took a long swig of scotch, letting the alcohol steady his nerves.
He swallowed, jaw ticking, and glanced toward the woman still asleep on the couch.Ā 
She hadn't stirred; No need for her to see this.
He exhaled hard and laid his pistol on the bar before chuckling darkly. A bitter grin curving beneath his well-trimmed beard.
"I'll be waiting, little brother."
Then he reached for the phone—because when someone sends a head in a box, dawn will demand an answer.
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