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COD story/writing help basic description info <3

for all my authors out there and or aspiring ones, here is a list on physical description on majority of COD characters, based off of only canon (confirmed) and what we see from in game models

hope this helps!

Task Force 141

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Eye Color: Brown (comics), possibly blue in-game

Hair Color: Brown, possibly dyed/bleached blonde

Height: ~6'4.5" (189 cm)

Build: Broad-shouldered, muscular

Weight: Estimated 90–100 kg

John "Soap" MacTavish

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Dark brown, mohawk

Height: ~5'10" (178 cm)

Build: Athletic

Weight: Estimated 75–85 kg

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

Height: ~5'11" (180 cm)

Build: Lean, athletic

Weight: Estimated 70–80 kg

Captain John Price

Eye Color: Blue-green

Hair Color: Brown with hints of gray, beard

Height: ~6'2" (188 cm)

Build: Strong, muscular but not overly bulky

Weight: Estimated 85–95 kg

Alex Keller

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Light brown, short cut

Height: ~6'1" (185 cm)

Build: Lean but strong

Weight: Estimated 80–90 kg

Los Vaqueros

Alejandro Vargas

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black, short with beard

Height: ~6'2" (188 cm)

Build: Muscular

Weight: Estimated 90–100 kg

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black, military cut

Height: ~5'10" (178 cm)

Build: Lean, athletic

Weight: Estimated 75–85 kg

Shadow Company & La Araña Cartel

Valeria Garza ("El Sin Nombre")

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black, straight, often tied back

Height: ~5'7" (170 cm)

Build: Lean but toned

Weight: Estimated 60–70 kg

Phillip Graves

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Brown

Height: ~6'0" (183 cm)

Build: Athletic

Weight: Estimated 80–90 kg

KorTac + Others

König

Eye Color: Blue (speculated)

Hair Color: Blonde (shaved)

Height: ~6'10" (208 cm)

Build: Massive, strongman-like physique

Weight: Estimated 120+ kg

Sebastian Krueger

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Blonde, short

Height: ~6'0(+)" (183~ cm)

Build: Lean but strong

Weight: Estimated 85–95 kg

Nikto

Eye Color: Blue (possibly cybernetically altered)

Hair Color: Unknown (typically masked)

Height: ~6'2" (188 cm)

Build: Muscular

Weight: Estimated 90–100 kg

Keegan P. Russ

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Dark brown, short cut

Height: ~6'0" (183 cm)

Build: Athletic

Weight: Estimated 80–90 kg

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some shit ghost would send

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NEW COD (maybe) SERIES DETECTED??!!

FIRST OF ALL: MY requests are open, and yes there will be part two of this if you guys like it <3 THIS IS A GHOST X GENDER NEUTRAL READER INSERT!!

!!TW AND MINORS DNI!! grammarly used~

A ghosts obsession

The air was thick with sweat and exhaustion, the training grounds buzzing with the sharp bark of orders. You dropped to your knees, panting, muscles burning from the relentless drills Ghost had put you through. The others had been dismissed twenty minutes ago, but not you. Never you.

“Up.” His voice cut through the haze of your fatigue, cold and unwavering.

Your fingers dug into the dirt as you pushed yourself up, jaw clenched. Ghost had been brutal since the breakup...since you made the mistake of thinking you could leave him. You were no rookie. You’d been under his command for years, and before that, tangled in sheets and whispered promises that meant nothing now. Or at least, they shouldn’t.

But Ghost didn’t believe in letting go. He believed in discipline. In consequences.

“Again.”

Your entire body screamed in protest, but you obeyed. Because he was your lieutenant. Because you had no choice.

You could feel his gaze raking over you, hot and possessive despite the icy exterior. It hadn’t always been like this, before, his eyes held a different kind of fire when they lingered on you. Now, they were unreadable, but something told you he was enjoying this.

When he finally dismissed you, you could barely stand. Every step back to your quarters was a test of will. Stripping off your sweat drenched clothes, you tossed them into the laundry pile before collapsing onto your bed. Sleep took you fast, too drained to care about anything else.

But when you woke, something was… off.

You frowned, eyes scanning the dim room. Your gear was in place, your duffel still zipped where you left it, but your laundry pile...

Gone.

Your stomach tightened.

No. Not gone. Sifted through.

And missing something.

A slow, chilling realization crept up your spine. You knew. You knew who had done it.

Your pulse hammered as you exhaled shakily, forcing yourself to stay calm. Because what were you going to do? Confront your lieutenant? Ask him if he’d stolen your underwear like some sick fucking trophy?

No. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

But as you lay back down, a new kind of unease settled over you.

Ghost wasn’t letting you go.

And deep down, some part of you knew, you didn’t really want him to.

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WOULD APPRECIATE SOME FEEDBACK I TAKE ALL CRITISM IN!!! SHOULD I RLLY MAKE IT A SERIES?? <3

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Devil on my shoulder (SHORT COD FANFIC)

P.S no hate to this idea if your against these ideologies! this was a private request i got if you dont like it, SCROLL!

and also TW and MINORS DNI, grammarly used!

REQUEST OPEN!!💕

Simon Riley wasn’t a man easily rattled. He had faced war, death, and the worst humanity had to offer without so much as a flinch. But watching his girlfriend carefully arrange black candles in a perfect circle while humming a tune he was fairly certain wasn’t from any church choir? Yeah, that was new.

He folded his arms over his broad chest, standing in the doorway of her dimly lit apartment. The air smelled of burning sage and something metallic, and the only source of light came from the flickering candles on the floor.

“Dare I ask what the hell you’re doin’, love?” His voice was low, gravelly, edged with a mix of curiosity and mild concern.

“You could,” she mused, adjusting a small ornate dagger next to a worn leather bound book. “But then I’d have to initiate you, and I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

Ghost tilted his head, eyes narrowing beneath his balaclava. “Initiate me into what, exactly?”

She finally looked up at him, eyes gleaming with something wicked. “A little blood magic, a chat with the other side... nothing too crazy.”

He let out a slow exhale, shaking his head. He had dealt with enough real-world demons, he didn’t much care for messing with any supernatural ones.

“You know, most people light a few scented candles, maybe put on a horror movie,” he said, stepping closer. “You? You’re over here makin’ pacts with Lucifer.”

She smirked, reaching out to grab his gloved hand and pull him down beside her. “Oh, baby, this is just a casual Thursday for me.”

Ghost allowed himself to be pulled in, settling into a crouch. He’d never say it out loud, but there was something oddly comforting about the way she moved through this world, completely unbothered, utterly herself, even when it meant making him question his own sanity.

She traced a small sigil onto his palm with her fingertip, her touch light but deliberate. “Relax, soldier. I wouldn’t sell your soul without permission.”

“Tch,” he scoffed, but he didn’t pull away. “Appreciate the courtesy.”

She grinned, leaning in just enough for him to catch the scent of whatever incense she had burning. “You’d make a fine demon, though. Got the look and the attitude.”

Ghost huffed a quiet laugh. “If I’m goin’ to hell, at least I’ll have good company.”

She kissed his knuckles, her lips soft against the rough fabric of his glove. “Damn right you will.”

And just like that, Simon Riley. stone cold killer, hardened soldier, Ghost, found himself kneeling at the edge of a ritual he didn’t understand, next to the woman who made damn sure he didn’t need to.

Would you guys like more of this/similar? request away <3

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heya!! hope you’re doing good! i loveddd the piercings request and thought id raise you: simon, konig, and johnny’s reactions to your new tattoo! specifically a lower back tattoo (may or may not be influenced by the fact that i just got tramp stamp last week) 🫣 my fiance is obsessed with it if u know what i mean :3

HII sorry for late reply i was on a short hiatsu! but i love this idea and thank you for blessing my inbox with it❤️

(requests open, and also MINORS DNI, GRAMMARLY USED)

Johnny

The first time Johnny sees it, he's immediately on you. A low whistle, hands gripping your waist, thumbs brushing over the ink like he’s memorizing it.

"Ohh, now what’s this, sweetheart? Didn’t tell me you went and got something so filthy on that pretty skin of yours."

His voice is all teasing, but his grip tightens when you move, keeping you right where he wants you. Before you know it, he’s on his knees behind you, dragging your waistband lower, pressing hot kisses to the space just beneath it.

"This is gonna be my favorite spot," he murmurs against your skin, voice low and reverent. "Gonna make sure you remember that."

König

König doesn’t say much at first. Just lets those huge hands of his ghost over your back, tracing the ink with a silent fascination. But when he finally speaks, it’s thick with something possessive.

"You let someone mark you here?" His fingers press, just enough for you to feel the heat of them. "Right where I hold you down? Right where I bend you over?"

It drives him mad. He gets fixated, tugging up your shirt at any given moment just to look at it, running his tongue along the ink when he’s got you bare beneath him. When he finally loses himself, he makes sure you feel every inch of him press against that sensitive spot, making you associate the sting of the tattoo with the pleasure he drowns you in.

Ghost

Ghost doesn’t react at first, just stares, dark eyes locked onto your lower back like he’s committing it to memory. His gloved fingers brush over the ink, slow and deliberate, tracing the edges with a kind of reverence that sends a shiver up your spine.

"Didn’t think you could get any prettier," he murmurs, voice rough, almost strained. "Guess I was wrong."

And then he’s on you...a firm grip at your hips, his mouth hot against the ink, tongue tracing the fresh lines like he’s tasting the mark. He doesn’t just look, he claims, dragging you into his lap, making sure you feel how much he likes it. When he finally pulls back, lips swollen from the attention he’s lavished on your skin, his gaze flicks up to yours, dark and heavy.

He exhales sharply, fingers pressing into your skin like he’s grounding himself. "Hope you know what you’ve done, love. ‘Cause now I’ll never stop touching it."

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opinions on COD fics, TW KINKY CONTENT! VERY VERY SUGGESTIVE!!! MINORS DNI (POLL)

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Quiet sweetheart (short COD fic)

(Slight mentions of nsfw minors DNI) requests open <3

Your giggles are entirely out of place here. Legs spread wide, his broad body pinning you down, every sharp thrust drawing obscene squelches from where you’re so thoroughly taken, there’s nothing funny about it. Nothing.

Except for the damn dog tags.

They’re clinking and bouncing against your face every time he moves. You’d been doing so well, biting back the little breathless laughs at first, but one finally slips out.

That’s when he pauses.

Simon freezes above you, sweat slick muscles tensing. His dark eyes narrow as he huffs, clearly unimpressed by your sudden amusement.

“What’s funny?” he drawls, voice low, thick, and tinged with that edge that makes your stomach flip.

“Your tags!” you wheeze, unable to stop yourself now, tears springing to your eyes. “They..they keep hitting me!”

He smirks, the corner of his mouth curling up in a way that promises nothing good. He leans closer, his weight pressing deliciously against you, grinding his cock deep enough to make your laugh stutter into a moan.

“You laughin’ at me?” he murmurs, teasing.

“No, no, just-”

Your words cut off with a gasp when Simon suddenly snaps his hips forward, his cock dragging hard and fast against that perfect spot inside you. You claw at his shoulders, the laughter fading into desperate little cries.

“Not so funny now, is it?” he grunts, his pace brutal.

The tags bounce harder, the chain scraping against his chest as he works your body with precision, pushing you higher up the bed with each unrelenting thrust.

And then he does it, grabs the chain between his teeth, those dog tags clinking and rattling as he snarls around them. The sight alone knocks the air from your lungs.

“Gonna laugh now?” Simon growls, muffled but sharp. He leans down, dragging his teeth along the metal chain as his hips roll mercilessly, the head of his cock hitting so deep it’s almost too much.

Your giggles are gone, replaced by broken, needy whines as he fucks you into the mattress. You’re clinging to him now, nails digging into his back, legs trembling as the intensity of it all overwhelms you.

He lets the tags drop, his lips brushing against your ear as he chuckles darkly. “That’s better, love. Nice and quiet, yeah?”

Quiet isn’t the right word for the sounds you’re making now, but Simon doesn’t seem to mind. Not when you’re falling apart beneath him, your body arching, tightening, as he chases your release like it’s a mission he won’t fail.

And, of course, he doesn’t.

Hope you guys liked this, its been rotting in my drafts. and please go ahead and request anything you would love!

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love your fics, how do you think konig, soap and ghost would react to reader wit piercings??? 😏😏 preferably smut but you can write as youd like :)

THANK YOU AND OMGSSS LOVE THIS IDEA!!! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT AS WELL, REQUESTS OPEN! :P

honestly those three + piercings = chaos in my head lol

(TW: smut, suggestiv language etc) please proceed with caution ❤️

GN! reader

Nipple Piercings

Simon "Ghost" Riley

The first time he realizes, he just pauses, staring at you for a solid moment before muttering, “Bloody hell...” That’s it, that’s the tweet. But that little grunt tells you everything.

Simon’s a man of subtle touches, but this? He’s hooked. Fingers brushing over your shirt when no one’s looking, his gloved hand sliding under it during downtime, tracing slow circles around the piercings to watch you squirm.

If you’re wearing something where they’re slightly visible (like a tight shirt or cold weather ahem), you might catch him standing closer than usual, clearly blocking anyone else’s view. He won’t say anything, but his presence speaks volumes.

During private moments? Oh, he’s all over them. He tugs, flicks, and bites with just enough pressure to leave you gasping. He won’t outright say it, but he loves how responsive you are.

König

König is immediately flustered. Like, cheeks red, words tripping over themselves flustered. When he first notices, he’s struggling to maintain eye contact, muttering something like, “Oh, ah… that’s… interesting.”

But the man is curious. After the initial shock, he can’t help but ask questions: “Did it hurt? How long to heal? Does it feel… different?” You might have to tell him to slow down with all the questions.

When he gets bolder, he’s incredibly gentle. He’ll brush his fingertips over them like he’s afraid of hurting you, completely mesmerized by how they feel under his touch.

The first time he kisses you and accidentally tugs on them, the noise you make just about breaks him. He’s obsessed after that, but he’s still so shy about admitting it.

Soap

Soap���s reaction? Immediate mischief. The grin on his face says everything. “Yer full o’ surprises, aren’t ya?”

He loves catching glimpses of them through your shirt and isn’t subtle about it either. He’ll waggle his eyebrows at you like a cheeky bastard.

During private moments, he’s playful as hell. He’ll nuzzle his face against your chest, muttering things like, “These might just be my new favorite thing.”

But he’s not just playful... he knows when to turn up the heat. Loves to tease with gentle nips and tugs until you’re a mess beneath him.

Tongue Piercings

Ghost

Simon notices immediately but doesn’t say anything at first. He just observes, quietly noting how it changes the way you talk or how it glints when you stick your tongue out.

The first time you kiss him with it? Oh, he’s hooked. He pulls back just a little, murmuring, “Do that again.”

If you start teasing him tapping it against your teeth or sticking your tongue out at him he’ll give you a warning look that promises consequences. And Simon? Always delivers.

In the bedroom, he’s completely fascinated by it. He’ll run his thumb over your tongue, feeling the piercing as he mutters, “Such a pretty mouth…”

König

König is speechless when he realizes. His eyes keep flicking to your mouth every time you talk, and his face is burning red.

He won’t ask directly, but his curiosity is through the roof. You might have to be the one to kiss him first, and when he feels it against his tongue, he’s stunned for a second before melting into the kiss.

Afterward, he’ll quietly admit, “I like it it’s, unique. Just like you.”

He’s secretly obsessed with the way it feels during kisses and might nervously trace it with his finger when you’re being affectionate.

Soap

Soap is all in. The second he sees it, he’s already smirking and asking questions like, “Does that make kissin’ better? Or should we find out?”

He’ll tease you relentlessly, sticking his tongue out to mimic yours or making cheeky comments. But he’s also incredibly interested in how it feels during a kiss (or more winkwink).

Loves flicking his tongue against it when things get heated. He’ll pull back with a grin, licking his lips like he’s just tasted something addictive.

Will absolutely joke about it to the others, saying things like, “Bet none of ye can handle what my bonnie’s got goin’ on!” (Don’t worry he keeps the details private).

Lip Piercings (Labret/Monroe/etc.)

Ghost

Ghost notices immediately and is lowkey obsessed. He’ll spend way too much time staring at your lips when you talk.

The first time you kiss, he’s fascinated by the cool metal against his lips. He pulls back slightly to mumble, “Feels good… different, but good.”

Loves tugging gently on the piercing with his teeth when things get heated. It’s his subtle way of reminding you who’s in charge.

König

König is awestruck. He thinks it looks stunning on you but doesn’t know how to compliment it without sounding awkward and weird.

He’s shy about touching it at first but eventually gets bold enough to trace it with his thumb during intimate moments.

Loves the contrast between the cold metal and the warmth of your skin when he kisses you. It drives him wild, though he’d never say it outright.

Soap

“Didn’t think you could get any hotter, but here we are.” Soap immediately hypes you up. He loves how bold and unique you look with the piercing.

Playfully tugs on it when he kisses you, grinning at your reaction. He’s all about making you squirm.

Buys you fun lip rings or studs as gifts. “Thought this one would look good on ya. Fancy tryin’ it on for me?”

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What do you think? Did I miss any piercings you’d love to see the COD boys react to? Let me know in my inbox or comments 👀

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Slasher headcanons!

not my usual fandom post, but please feel free to request anything! :P

(TW) and GN! reader hope you like it!

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Silent acts of affection: He'll fix things around your house when you're not looking, broken locks, creaky floorboards, even your car engine, but never tells you he did it.

Unsettling gifts: Michael doesn't understand normal romance, so you'll find things like feathers, cracked mirrors, or bones neatly arranged on your doorstep.

Childlike curiosity: He stares at you for hours not only because he’s creepy, but also because he’s trying to understand what makes you tick. If you catch him, he just tilts his head and keeps staring.

Jealous rage: Anyone who flirts with you ends up mysteriously missing or finds themselves suddenly terrified of "something" lurking nearby.

Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

Gentle giant energy: He’s incredibly soft with you, always hesitant to touch, afraid he might hurt you with his size and strength.

Nature dates: Jason loves being in the woods, so expect long "quiet walks" through the trees, with him subtly steering you away from dangerous areas.

Primitive gifts: He’ll leave flowers, smooth stones, or handmade wooden trinkets for you. Sometimes they’re perfect, other times, they’re... rough. It’s the thought that counts.

Protective rage: If someone harms you, they’ll regret it almost immediately. Jason’s wrath is swift and terrifying, but he’ll make sure you never see that side of him.

Leatherface (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Domestic sweetness: Despite the chaos, Leatherface tries to make your life comfortable, even cooking for you or attempting to sew something nice, though it might not always go well.

Physical affection: He doesn’t know how to express love, so expect bear hugs that are almost too tight and clumsy pats on the head.

Territorial: He’s deeply protective of his space, and by extension, you. Anyone who intrudes on what he considers "yours" is immediately in danger.

Childlike trust: He’ll follow your lead almost blindly, looking to you for approval in everything he does.

Billy & Stu (Scream)

Chaotic duo: They’ll argue over who gets to sit next to you during a horror movie marathon and will both pretend they weren’t scared when you call them out.

Competitive affection: They’re constantly trying to outdo each other to impress you, whether it’s with compliments, gestures, or taking out "obstacles" in your life.

Endless pranks: They team up to prank you, but if you ever prank them back, they’re both shocked and oddly impressed.

Weirdly supportive: They encourage your dark side, hyping you up if you ever show any interest in violence or twisted humor.

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street)

Dark humor overload: Freddy flirts through sarcasm and mocking, but if someone else dares to insult you, they’re in for a nightmare.

Dream manipulation: He creates scenarios in your dreams just to make you laugh or to give you an escape from reality. It’s his twisted way of caring.

Possessive in your dreams: He doesn’t like anyone else entering your subconscious space, treating it like his personal domain (king gojo).

Nightmare protector: If you’re scared of something in a dream, Freddy will destroy it for you, though he’ll make fun of you for being scared in the first place.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Meticulous gifts: Asa leaves you intricate, terrifyingly beautiful things he’s crafted... like butterfly displays or twisted sculptures made from things you’d rather not know the origin of.

Fascination with your routine: He studies your habits obsessively, making sure he knows everything about your day to day life. If something disrupts it, he’ll "fix" the problem quietly.

Quiet, calculated affection: He doesn’t express love traditionally, but his attention to detail in how he takes care of you (even in small ways) speaks volumes.

Possessive and territorial: The idea of anyone else touching you or your belongings infuriates him. He’s not above setting traps to ensure people keep their distance.

Collector tendencies: You’re his most prized possession, but unlike the others, he protects you with a quiet reverence.

ChromeSkull (Laid to Rest)

Silent communicator: ChromeSkull relies on body language and technology to "talk" to you. Expect texts or typed out notes that are surprisingly sweet but still laced with his signature dark humor.

Obsessive filming: He constantly records you... not in a creepy stalker way (okay, maybe a little :D), but because he finds you captivating. The tapes are for him alone, and he guards them jealously.

Over the top protective: Anyone who so much as raises their voice at you is immediately on his hit list. His revenge is brutal, but he makes sure you never see that side of him.

Oddly stylish: He takes pride in his appearance and will sometimes dress you up too, giving you gifts like leather jackets or sunglasses to match his aesthetic.

Acts of service: His love language is taking care of "problems" for you, whether it’s fixing your car, eliminating someone who upset you, or just quietly keeping watch while you sleep.

The Sinclair Brothers (House of Wax)

Bo Sinclair

Charmer with a dark side: Bo loves flirting with you and making you blush, but there’s always an edge to it, as if he’s daring you to fall for him completely.

Overprotective sibling vibes: If Vincent or Lester get too close to you, he’ll intervene under the guise of "making sure they’re not bothering you."

Fix it guy: He’ll tinker with your stuff, fixing anything broken or making small improvements, even if you didn’t ask. It’s his way of showing he cares.

Jealous streak: Bo doesn’t handle competition well. If someone flirts with you, he’ll drag them into his workshop to "fix" them.

Vincent Sinclair

Artist’s devotion: Vincent loves sketching or sculpting you, often without you knowing. His art captures every detail, from the way your hair falls to the light in your eyes.

Gentle giant energy: Despite his imposing presence, he’s incredibly careful with you, treating you like something fragile and irreplaceable.

Silent adoration: He rarely speaks, but the way he watches you intensely and with complete focus says everything.

Gift giving: Expect handmade items like wax flowers, tiny sculptures, or jewelry. He pours his heart into these creations, and they’re always meant to protect or comfort you.

Lester Sinclair

Playful but protective: Lester loves teasing you, but if anyone else tries it, he’s quick to shut them down. He’s got a surprisingly sharp temper when it comes to your safety.

Nature walks: He loves taking you into the woods, showing you secret spots and teaching you random survival tricks, like how to set traps or identify plants.

Down to earth affection: Lester’s not one for grand gestures, but his constant kindness like keeping you company or bringing you snacks, makes you feel cared for.

Acts as the "buffer": He’s the calmest of the brothers and will often step in if Bo and Vincent get too intense around you.

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HIIII i love your ficsss! could i please request something thats smut? like the reader and konig have maybe been in a sort of situationship and then one day the two of them are practicing sparring and then it turns lowkey smutty 😼😼😼?

you can pick how you make it and how smutty it is, once again i REALLY LOVE YOUR PAGE MWAH XXOXO ❤️

YAY first request <3 and also thank you so much i love you too pookie xx

!!WARNING SMUTTY FIC!! request open ;P

The sparring room was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of bodies hitting mats and the occasional grunt. You and König had agreed to train together, both needing the practice and let’s be honest the excuse to be close.

Your situationship with König had been a maddening push and pull. He’d linger too long in your space, his sharp blue eyes piercing through you, but he’d always stop just shy of something real. Yet his hands would ghost over your lower back when he passed, his massive frame pressing a little too close when you trained. The tension between you could snap steel, and today felt like the day it would finally break.

“You’re hesitating,” König muttered, towering over you with his hands up, ready to strike.

You rolled your eyes, already sweating from the exertion. “I’m testing your patience, big guy.”

His head tilted, the shadow of a smirk curling under his mask. “Testing it, are you?”

You didn’t have time to retort before he lunged. His size made him look slower than he was, but he was all speed and power, catching you off guard. You barely blocked his first swing before he swept your legs out from under you, pinning you beneath him.

You gasped, chest heaving against his. König’s weight pressed you firmly into the mat, his thighs straddling your hips. His hands bracketed your wrists, holding you effortlessly in place. The room was suddenly too hot, the air thick.

“Still testing?” he rumbled, his voice low and dark, vibrating right through you.

Your breath hitched, a wicked grin tugging at your lips despite the situation. “Maybe.”

His grip tightened just slightly, his fingers brushing against your pulse. His mask hung low, so close you could see his lips curl into something almost feral.

“I think,” he murmured, leaning closer, “you’ve been teasing me long enough.”

Your stomach clenched as heat pooled between your legs, the raw hunger in his voice making you squirm. “And what are you going to do about it?”

König didn’t answer. Instead, he released your wrists and slid a hand down to your hip, his touch searing even through the fabric of your workout gear. His other hand tugged the hem of your shirt up, exposing your stomach.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” he growled, his hand slipping beneath the waistband of your leggings.

His fingers were hot against your skin, trailing lower with deliberate, agonizing slowness. You could feel the sharp intake of his breath above you, the fabric of his mask brushing your temple as he hovered close.

“You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me,” König murmured, his voice like gravel, low and dangerous. His fingers brushed against the edge of your underwear, teasing, making you squirm. “The way you touch me when you think I won’t notice... Always testing, always pushing.”

A shiver ran down your spine as his hand dipped lower, fingertips grazing the slick heat between your thighs. You gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. The tension between you boiled over, spilling into the way he pressed his palm against you, his touch both possessive and insistent.

“Scheiße,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tight with restraint. “You’re already so wet for me. You like this, don’t you? Being pinned down, at my mercy.”

“Maybe,” you breathed, though your trembling body betrayed just how much you did.

“Maybe,” he repeated, his tone mocking as he pushed your leggings lower, baring you to him. “I’ll make you beg, Liebling. I want to hear you admit how badly you want this.”

His fingers slipped between your folds, spreading the wetness there as he teased your entrance. When his thumb circled your clit, a sharp cry escaped your lips, and he chuckled, low and dark.

“That’s it,” he murmured, applying just the right pressure as his fingers finally pushed inside you, curling perfectly to hit that spot that made your head spin. “So tight, so perfect. This is what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it?”

Your nails dug into his forearm, your breaths coming in shallow gasps as he worked you open, his pace steady but torturously slow. “König, please...”

“Please what?” he growled, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Use your words, Schatz. Tell me what you want.”

“I want... I want you,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He let out a low, satisfied hum, his pace quickening as he thrust his fingers deeper, his thumb never letting up on your clit. The sounds he was pulling from you were obscene, echoing in the sparring room alongside the wet, rhythmic noise of his movements.

“You’re going to come for me,” König commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And when you do, I’ll take you right here, on this mat, so you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

The promise in his words, paired with the relentless pace of his fingers, sent you hurtling toward the edge. Your body tightened beneath him, every nerve alight as pleasure built and built until it consumed you, your climax ripping through you with a force that left you shaking.

König didn’t stop, his fingers working you through the waves of your orgasm until you were a trembling mess beneath him. When he finally pulled his hand away, his fingers glistened with your release, and he brought them to his mask, lifting it just enough to drag his tongue over them, his eyes locked on yours.

“Taste so sweet,” he muttered, his voice rough with hunger. “But I’m not finished with you yet...”

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Beneath the mask (könig x reader short fic)

!!!MINORS DNI, SLIGHT SMUT!!! my requests are open<3

"König’s massive presence looms over you, every inch of him exuding control, but it’s the way he holds back, so gentle yet teetering on the edge of primalness that sets your skin alight."

The room feels smaller with König in it, his towering frame swallowing the space as easily as he consumes your breathless attention. His mask remains on, shadowing those piercing blue eyes that flicker with an intensity that should terrify you, but only ignites something darker within.

"You like that, Liebling?" His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder threatening to break. His gloved fingers trace up your thigh, deliberate and teasing, until he hooks under your waistband and pulls, snapping the fabric apart like it’s nothing.

You gasp, the sound caught between fear and raw, molten want. He leans down, his chest heaving against yours, the cool fabric of his mask brushing over your neck as he whispers, "I’ve been so careful with you. But I don’t think you want that, do you?"

The words tumble through you, pooling heat low in your stomach. You shake your head, hands grasping at the hem of his combat shirt, desperate for something to hold onto.

"No?" His chuckle is dark, sinful, and he presses against you, letting you feel just how hard he is through the thick layers of his gear. "Then beg for it, schatz. Let me hear you."

And you do.

When he finally takes you, it’s overwhelming, his strength, his size, the barely-contained roughness in every thrust that has you clawing at his back, begging for more. He growls your name like a prayer, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force as he drives you closer to the edge.

Every snap of his hips, every filthy promise he mutters against your ear, feels like a firestorm you’re helpless to resist. And when he finally lets go, filling you with a guttural groan that vibrates through your body, you know you’re ruined.

Ruined, and desperate for more...

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

Would you guys like to see more of this/similar? pls lmk <3

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It was wrong, all of it. The late nights, the stolen glances, the way his breath hitched whenever he saw you. But Simon wasn’t just watching anymore... he was following. The path you took home, the way you turned your head at every sound, the quickened pace when the streetlights flickered, he memorized it all. He told himself it was to protect you, but the truth twisted deeper than that.

Tonight, he was inside your space, the quiet hum of your living room surrounding him. The faint smell of your perfume hung in the air, and his fingers skimmed over the edge of the couch where you sat just hours ago. He imagined your warmth still lingering there. His hands tightened into fists, trying to stave off the image of you looking over your shoulder and finding him here...

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COD Headcanons: Quiet Moments with them

As always MINORS DNI, also requests open, please go ahead and request im bored n running out of ideas lol:p

mix of soft/sfw/nsfw headcanons

!!warning grammarly used, might detectd spelling mistakes pls lmk!!

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost hates being called soft, but when you two are alone, he’s a different man. He’ll tuck you into his chest after a long mission, running his gloved hand through your hair in silence. It’s his way of grounding himself and you.

He won’t admit it, but he loves the way you look in his hoodie. Seeing you wrapped up in his scent makes his chest tighten in the best way.

His kisses are slow and deliberate, savoring every second like it might be his last. But if you push his buttons, he’ll pin you against a wall, letting his darker side take over.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is the type to pull you into the rain just to dance. "C'mon, love! Don’t be shy," he’d laugh, spinning you around like it’s the best day of his life.

He’s surprisingly touchy, always finding excuses to sling an arm around you or pull you close by your waist.

In private, he’s a menace. He’ll whisper the filthiest things in your ear, his accent making every word even more sinful. But it’s all balanced with his playful smirk, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz has a subtle but sweet protective streak. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, he’ll slide closer, resting his hand on your back as a silent warning.

He’s the king of subtle flirtation, quick winks, passing touches, and compliments disguised as jokes that leave you flustered long after he’s gone.

He loves late night talks with you, his voice soft and low as he shares stories from his past. If you fall asleep on him, he’ll carefully wrap you in a blanket and stay awake just to make sure you’re comfortable.

Captain John Price

Price is the dad friend of the group, but with you, he’s all warmth and charm. He’ll make you tea after a mission, his quiet way of showing he cares.

He’s surprisingly domestic. You’ve walked in on him cooking more than once, his sleeves rolled up and a soft hum in his throat. “You’re late, love. Dinner’s almost ready.”

In bed, he’s steady and controlled, every touch intentional. But he loves hearing you unravel, his name on your lips like a prayer.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro is a flirt, through and through. He’ll call you mi vida or mi amor without hesitation, his deep voice dripping with affection.

He loves teasing you in public, light touches on your arm, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, and flashing that dangerous smile when he sees you blush.

Behind closed doors, he’s both fiery and gentle, always making sure you feel worshipped. He’ll press kisses to your skin like he’s memorizing you.

König

König is shy in public, but with you, he’s a giant teddy bear. He loves holding you, his massive hands covering almost your entire back as he pulls you into him.

He’ll blush furiously if you compliment him, stammering out a flustered, “Danke.” But he won’t stop smiling for hours afterward.

When he’s in the mood, he gets possessive. He’ll lift you off the ground with ease, his voice dropping an octave as he whispers, “You’re all mine.”

Phillip Graves

Graves is smooth and confident, the type to open doors for you and pull out your chair like a gentleman. But don’t be fooled... he’s got a cocky streak a mile wide.

He’ll call you “darlin’” in that slow, Southern drawl, watching the way it makes you shiver. He knows exactly how to get under your skin.

In private, he’s all about control. He loves seeing you surrender to him, his lips trailing over your skin as he murmurs, “Good girl.”

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Lingering (COD FIC)

!!!HINTS OF NSFW MINORS DNI!!! my request are open! feel free to request <3

(gender neutral reader edition)

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Simon "Ghost" Riley Ghost wasn’t one for weakness, but tonight, he couldn’t help it. Your laugh still echoed in his mind, sharp and bright, cutting through his defenses like a blade. He sat in the darkness of his room, your voice his only company. His fingers gripped the edge of his mask, the fabric damp with sweat. What would it feel like, he wondered, to hear that laugh up close, unguarded? His hand drifted lower, trembling as he whispered your name into the void, craving the warmth he knew you could bring.

John "Soap" MacTavish Soap leaned against the doorway to your room, arms crossed as he stared at the mess you’d left behind. A smile tugged at his lips, a soft chuckle escaping as he shook his head. You’d never know how much he’d memorized every detail, your favorite book "dog eared"on the nightstand, your hoodie draped across the chair. It all felt too personal, too intimate, and yet here he was, running his hands over the fabric you’d touched, his breathing uneven as thoughts of you, of having you, overwhelmed him.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Gaz was better than this... or so he told himself. But as he sat on the sofa you’d occupied hours earlier, his hand trailing over the cushion where you’d leaned, he knew he was lying. The warmth of your body lingered in the fabric, the scent of your perfume subtle yet intoxicating. He closed his eyes, his hand pressing into the cushion as if he could conjure your presence there. The tension coiled tight in his chest, a bittersweet ache, as he let his mind wander to the what ifs and the almosts.

Captain John Price Price wasn’t one to indulge in fantasies, but the quiet moments after you’d left were a different story. He sat at his desk, your forgotten scarf draped over his hand, its softness a stark contrast to the rough calluses of his fingers. The scent of you was faint but undeniable, stirring something deep within him he thought he’d buried long ago. He closed his eyes, the room silent save for his steady breathing, his thoughts consumed by visions of you walking back through the door, giving him something more than just a memory to hold onto.

König König felt like a giant in your world, clumsy and out of place. Yet here he was, kneeling by your bed, his broad hands brushing the delicate frame of your photograph resting on the nightstand. He didn’t mean to linger, but the softness in your eyes, frozen in that moment, captivated him. His fingers traced the outline of your smile, a quiet desperation filling his chest. If he could only touch you, feel the warmth behind that smile, maybe this aching loneliness would subside. But for now, all he had were the stolen seconds in your empty room.

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After the storm (short COD fic)

!!!NSFW!!!

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The quiet hum of the base was a stark contrast to the chaos you’d just left behind in the field. You’d barely made it back to the safety of your quarters, but all you could think about was him. Ghost.

He’d been quiet during the debriefing, his usual stoic expression not giving anything away. But you knew him. The way his eyes flickered when he looked at you, the tension in his jaw, the slight roughness in his movements, all of it told you the same thing.

He wanted you. And you were done pretending you didn’t want him too.

You sat on the edge of the cot, peeling off your gear, trying to ignore the buzzing heat between your legs. But when the door opened without a knock, your heart skipped a beat. Ghost stood there, cloaked in the shadows, his mask still on, but his eyes burning with a fire that left you breathless.

“You’ve been waiting for me,” he stated, voice thick with intent. There was no question, no hesitation. He knew exactly what was happening.

You didn’t bother to reply. You just stood up, letting your boots hit the floor with a dull thud. The air between you crackled with tension, thick and suffocating.

Before you could even blink, he was there, pulling you into him with a force that stole the breath from your lungs. His hands were everywhere, strong, urgent, like he couldn’t get enough of you. His lips found yours in a bruising kiss, demanding, devouring.

The kiss was all teeth and desperation, his gloved hands sliding under your shirt, lifting it off in one swift motion. You didn’t care about the noise, it was just you and him now. The mission, the team...none of it mattered in this moment.

"Fuck, I’ve been wanting this all damn day," Ghost muttered, his voice rough and deep, sending shivers down your spine as his hands worked to strip you of your gear.

"Then take it," you gasped, your hands pulling at his tactical vest, desperate to feel his skin against yours. His mask remained on, but his eyes were dark, filled with an unspoken hunger.

In one fluid motion, he had you against the wall, your hands pinned above your head, his body pressing you into the cold concrete. The hard lines of his body felt like a brand against your own, the heat of his chest burning through your uniform.

"Say it," he growled, lips brushing against your neck, teeth scraping just enough to leave a mark. “Tell me you want me.”

You tilted your head, a low moan escaping as his lips traveled lower, tracing the line of your collarbone. “I want you,” you breathed, and that was all it took.

His hands found their way to your hips, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed nothing. His lips were on you again, faster now, more frantic, as if time wasn’t on your side. Every touch, every kiss, sent a rush of heat straight to your core. You could barely keep up with him as he undid his belt, the sound of his zipper sending your pulse into overdrive.

When he finally thrust into you, the groan that escaped his chest was a mixture of relief and satisfaction. You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as his pace quickened, raw and relentless.

“Damn, you feel perfect,” Ghost muttered, his movements steady but punishing. You couldn’t focus on anything but him, the overwhelming sensation of him inside you, the perfect rhythm he set, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

When the climax hit, it was a wave of intensity that took you both by surprise. You gasped as he buried his face in your neck, a low growl escaping him as he came with you, both of you trembling against each other.

The silence that followed was heavy, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. He didn’t let you go right away, still holding you close, his chest pressed against yours as you both tried to catch your breath.

Finally, Ghost pulled back, his eyes still dark but with a hint of something softer now. "Next time," he said quietly, his lips brushing against your forehead, "I won’t be so gentle."

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"Sheets"

- Short COD imagine

!!!SLIGHT NSFW, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

NOTE: check out my previous fic!, also my request are open literally for anything idm, and any character possibly also other fandoms! :p

as usual fyi grammarly used, english not the first language, hope you enjoy!

task force 141 + könig GENDER NEUTRAL READER.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley Ghost wasn’t proud of himself... not in the slightest. He wasn’t supposed to cross this line, not with you. But your scent lingered on the bedsheets like an unshakable spell, and tonight, the temptation was too much. With one hand gripping the fabric and the other wrapped firmly around himself, he let out a guttural groan, shame mingling with the unbearable need to imagine you right there beneath him.

John "Soap" MacTavish Soap chuckled low to himself, equal parts embarrassed and desperate. Your scent clung to the pillow, subtle but enough to make his head spin. His rough hands worked over his length as he buried his nose into the fabric, muttering curses and your name between breaths. The idea of you finding out was mortifying, but it only made him harder.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Gaz swallowed hard, guilt simmering under his arousal. He’d only meant to tidy up, but the way your scent clung to the bed pulled him in. The sheets felt cool in his grip, the smell of you flooding his senses. His strokes grew faster as he imagined the weight of your body pressing into the mattress, your warmth against him instead of the cold fabric in his hand.

Captain John Price Price’s hand trembled, his composure cracking as he sat on the edge of your bed. He told himself it was just curiosity, but the way your scent curled around him like a siren’s call made his resolve crumble. His hand worked methodically, a low groan slipping past his lips as he imagined you sprawled out on these very sheets, the scent of you fresh and warm beneath him.

König König’s breath hitched as he sat on your bed, his massive frame almost too big for the small space. He clutched the blanket tightly, your scent overwhelming his senses and his self control. The motion of his hand was almost hesitant at first, but the thought of you, so close, so unaware... had him panting your name under his breath as he gave in to the fantasy of you.

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The unintended reveal (COD FIC)

A short fic, inspired by 3 other posts ive seen! hope you enjoy! (fyi english is not my first language so i used grammarly forgive me soz)

!!!NSFW!!!

ex adult entertainer

The mood in the common room of Task Force 141’s base was relaxed. Soap and Gaz were in their usual back-and-forth, their laughter filling the air. Ghost sat off to the side, a quiet observer, while Price sipped his tea, the picture of calm.

You stepped in, hair slightly damp from a shower, wearing your fatigues with a confidence that had come to define you since joining the team. What they didn’t know, however, was the life you’d left behind... a secret you hoped would stay buried.

Soap’s laughter abruptly shifted to a strange silence. You glanced his way to find him hunched over his phone, an unreadable expression on his face. “Oi, Gaz, take a look at this,” he muttered, his voice quieter than usual.

Gaz leaned in, and his expression quickly mirrored Soap’s. His eyebrows furrowed, and for a moment, he was completely still. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he whispered, but you could hear the shock in his tone.

“What?” Ghost’s low voice cut through the room. His gaze flicked from Soap to Gaz, narrowing in suspicion.

“Nothin mate” Soap said quickly, locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket. His tone was light, but there was a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Just... internet nonsense.”

You felt your stomach drop. Something about their reactions, the furtive glances and the way the conversation abruptly shifted made your skin prickle.

“Let’s see it,” Ghost ordered, his voice cold and commanding.

Soap hesitated, but under Ghost’s unwavering gaze, he reluctantly handed over his phone. Ghost’s gloved fingers gripped the device, and he studied the screen intently. His posture stiffened as he scanned whatever was on it, before turning the phone face down on the table.

“Where did you find this?” Ghost asked, his tone low and dangerous.

“It was on one of those threads... didn’t think it was real at first,” Soap muttered, clearly uncomfortable. “But, well… I guess it is.”

Gaz’s voice was quieter, almost teasing. “Apparently she’s got a stage name. Siren” he said with a grin he couldn’t quite hide.

Your heart felt like it had stopped. Siren. The name that only a few knew, the one that had been buried for so long. They knew.

But none of them said anything. Not directly. Instead, Ghost’s eyes met yours, but his mask obscured most of his expression. He didn’t say a word, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, and for a moment, you wondered if something had shifted. But no one addressed it outright.

Not yet.

The next few days felt different. The air in the base was charged with something unspoken, and though no one directly confronted you, their subtle glances and quiet moments made it clear that they knew something. Soap and Gaz exchanged sly looks whenever you walked by, and their teasing became more pointed, but still, they kept their distance.

Ghost, on the other hand, became more... watchful. His eyes would linger on you when you entered the room, his usually stoic demeanor now carrying an unspoken weight. The tension was thick enough to cut, but he said nothing. His silence felt heavy, almost as if he were waiting for something, waiting for you to confront them, or perhaps for something more to unfold.

One evening, after another awkward day, you found yourself alone in the gym, trying to push the unease from your mind. That’s when Ghost appeared in the doorway, his silhouette framed in the dim light. You froze for a moment before forcing yourself to relax.

“Need somethin’?” you asked, keeping your voice steady despite the nerves that prickled at your skin.

He stepped closer, his mask casting shadows across his face. “You’re good at what you do.” he said, his voice softer than you expected, but still, there was something in the way he said it. Something you couldn’t place.

Before you could respond, he turned and left, his footsteps echoing in the quiet of the gym. The weight of his words hung in the air, but you were left with more questions than answers. You had no idea just how much his thoughts had changed since the reveal.