#COD ACES

[applbottmjeens]

"Hey Appl, where did the Zakhaev twins go?"

Well they're twenty now, silly. It's time for their true steps to becoming men. Nikita has proudly taken the role to succeed Vladimir Makarov (unless he has a kid, of course) and earned his notoriety after a brief stunt in prison. (Don't worry your pretty little head about what he did to get there...)

CW: Branding/burning below cut.

...As for Kolya, he's accepted his role in his life as well, unbeknownst to his twin and to everyone else. Nikolay finally gets to be important for once.

So the Zakhaev twins are aging on their way to become the absolute menaces in the COD : Aces AU.

(More versions of the photos below.)

[lostintransist]

The Price is Wife | Part 2

Part one here *Part one includes ace!wife!reader coming home to find John has brought home a boyfriend and packs a bag to spend the night at a hotel because why would John need a wife if he has a boyfriend???

Tear stains on your cheeks led to a cool washcloth on your face before packing all of your clothes back into your luggage. You didn't know if you would be able to book this same room for another few nights.

Digging your nails into the palm of the other hand you focus on breathing. The bright color on your nails makes you think of John. Fuck. He had paid for this set. Dammit all and beyond, you didn't want your marriage to end. You love John, he had to be one of your best friends. With a little wine in your glass you would even call him your soul mate. He would laugh and lay a kiss at your cheek, thanking you for the honor.

You loved that man so much you couldn't, wouldn't, stand in his way of being truly happy. John longed for more physical affection than either of you was comfortable with. You knew that John would thrive under the kisses of his boyfriend. Guess you would request a transfer at work and file uncontested.

Halting those thoughts before you started sobbing again you flap your hands at your face to keep your eyes from leaking. Your makeup was done lightly today, knowing you would be crying most of it off in John's office after work despite the setting spray.

Three meetings. That is all you had to get through today. You could buy yourself comfort food on the way to the hotel. Might even splurge and rent an overpriced movie. Yeah. That sounded like a plan.

First meeting drags, sending the following two into overtime and you to missing lunch and clocking out an hour later than you originally planned. The idea of putting food in your face makes you nauseus. Any food will taste like sawdust right now.

The first person to notice something is wrong is the gate officer. Office Madida had been letting you on and off base for a few years now. The man's bright smile fit so neatly on his dark skin that to see him without one would almost signal the end of the world.

"Ah! Mrs. Price, here to see your husband?"

Offering a wan smile you nod, "I'm a bit late. Would you call his office to let him know I'm here?"

"Of course! Give me a moment," Madida grabs the phone from its cradle and punches in a series of numbers. He looks you over smile slipping as he takes in the whole of you. "You doing alright Mrs. Price?"

The title slices at you. It won't be yours for to much longer. Your wan smile is now watery.

"Not really, but I appreciate you noticing."

He holds up a finger as he speaks into the phone. "Yeah, I've got Mrs. Price at the gate. She's asking that Captain Price can meet at his office?" He lifts a brow at you to confirm. At your nod he continues, "I'll send her in now. No, she won't need an escort she's been visiting her husband for nearly a decade."

Fuck a duck, your next anniversry would be ten wouldn't it? A hiccuping sob bursts past your lips. The hand you slap to your mouth doesn't prevent Officer Madida's sharp look as he hangs up the phone.

"Go and park Mrs. Price. Give me five minutes to get a replacement out here and I will walk with you."

You do as commanded, tears streaking down your face as you settle the car into park. Madida opens the door and reaches in to turn off the engine when he arrives. Thankfully you have nearly sobbed yourself out when he arrives. He walks close to you, deference and defense in his body language.

Officer Madida leaves you after John's voice rings out at your knock. Stepping into his office feels like the first time you did two weeks after you had gotten married. He introduced you around the base, proud to show off his new wife. The same drab brown covered the walls, a blanket you had crocheted him for your first wedding anniversery lay across the couch he kept for naps. The only real change in the room had to be the drawn look across John's face.

For a man who should have been happy to lose a wife and gain a husband he looked dreadful. Deep eye bags and his unkempt beard tell of a hard night. Maybe as hard as yours.

John rose slowly as you shut the door behind you. His eyes searched yours.

"Are you ready to talk now?" The gravel in his voice stings as if you were flung across it.

The lip quiver starts first. "What is there to talk about John? Why would you me when you have a boyfriend now? We are friends who sometimes kiss and share tax benefits and a flat. That's not much compared to someone who can love you the way you deserve and fills your needs and your bed."

Tightening your nails into your palms and your arms around your ribs you watch your husband round his desk. John's broad hands settle on you, one at your face and the other on your elbow. Your eyelids drift closed at the familiar, safe touch.

"Why would I want to trade one love for another?" John whispers, voice breaking.

Lifting a hand to lay across the one on your face you open your eyes and match his tear filled gaze.

"I can't see your boyfriend being okay with you keeping a wife. I can't be the reason you don't get to be happy."

John's hand slide around to the back of you, pulling you into a hug.

"The first thing I did," John spoke into your ear, "When Nik kissed me out of the blue was tell him about my wife. The woman who holds me as I cry and pokes fun at me until we both laugh. My best friend, my soul mate. I told him about our arrangement, and how anything with him could not hurt what I have with you. You're allowed to be selfish."

You are sobbing now, wrinkling John's shirt with your tears and your grip. Selfish isn't something you have ever been allowed to be. Asking for your parents to show up to important dates in school, graduation, etc were always met with cries of being selfish. Your sibling had an event that day already, or they had a work event. John had been the first to put your first.

Being put aside so often by those that claimed to love you it only made sense to step aside before John could do the same.

"No, I'm not. Selfish is always the word people use to say I am asking for to much." Sobbing harder the past pains work their way out through your grip on your husband. "Why didn't you tell me John? I would have understood. I want you to be able to be loved the way you deserve."

"Honestly?" He chuckled a bit, "I was so excited for the two of you two meet that I didn't think it through."

Pulling back from John you give him a look he is expressly familiar with. Sometimes your brilliant, SAS-trained, Air Force Captian was dumber than a box of rocks. At this point, you chalked it up to a function of testosterone.

"You forgot to tell your wife that you were bringing your boyfriend home?" The deadpan delivery has John's ears pinking up.

"Nik also called me an idiot after I explained that you were heading to a hotel for the night. He was looking forward to meeting you. If you're okay with it he is probably outside the office waiting to talk to you," John gives you the softest of smiles.

There is a light knock at the door.

"I want you both, and if there is anything you need from me to keep both of you I will do anything to make that happen." John speaks with the seriousness that made you believe he would fight god and win.

Pressing a light kiss to your lips John opens the door to his lover. Nik observes you with a cool indifference. The deepening wrinkles around his eyes tell you he might also be nervous.

"Would you like to see my helicopter?" His accent is thicker today than when he introduced himself last night.

You nod, and John offers your hand to his boyfriend. Nik takes your hand, tucking it into the corner of his elbow as the two of you wander further onto base. Passing no one on your way neither of you is ready to break the silence.

Leaving the building behind both you and Nik take a deep breath. Glancing at him you find Nik looking at your already. Both of you laugh out your big breath of air.

"I hate being in the base buildings for too long. Makes my skin itch," you offer.

"I dislike all the brown," Nik replies in return.

"What did John tell you?" You broach the subject first.

"He told me of his wife. Of her kindness, her self sacrificing ways, of the kisses you share, and the happiness that fills him up so much that I fell in love with coming from you."

No change in his tone or side glance at you. The feet attached to your body would have been rooted to the ground if Nik did not keep careful pressure on your hand, pulling you forward to the helicopter now within sight.

The ache in your chest that had started last night when John called Nik his boyfriend flared to life again, an improperly cared for fire.

"First thing you will need to learn," you cover your mouth with a hand, "Is that you can't say nice things like that to me. I cry if you are too nice to me and you are in love with John so you don't want to comfort his wife."

Nik blinks at you slowly, observing. He gives no inclination as to what he saw but lets your hand fall as you reach his helo. He opens the side door and invites you to sit down with a pat of his hand. Sitting next to you Nik does not say anything for a long time. Swinging your feet you prod at your emotions until you can parse them out enough for words. Your palms wear patterns up and down the thighs of your pants.

"I don't want to lose him, Nik. But he deserves to be happy and I know he will be happy with you. He's talked about you before, for years now, I just never realized he liked you more than as a friend. A word from you and I will file the paperwork today. It's an odd agreement between us. I knew it would end for him one day when he found someone to love and love him in return." Your voice breaks as you fight back the sobs. As if the cliffs could fight back a storm.

He pulls your hand from your lap, threading his wide fingers between yours. Hair dots his knuckes. He does not offer platitudes, or unfounded words, simply holds your hand as you weep.

"You love John. I also love John. Part of the love John carries is for you alone, and it would shatter him to lose you," Nik pauses until your sobbing has slowed enough to hear him again. "Give us a chance to learn to love each other, as friends and as those who love the idiot that is John Price."

Someone else calling John an idiot sparked a bark of laughter.

"I would love to learn to love you Nik," squeezing his fingers tight in yours you stand.

Nik joins you. Releasing his hand from yours he settles both against your face. Placing a kiss to one cheek and then the other, he finally places a kiss on your lips. The two of you share a smile and a nod of understanding. This would be a time of transition and of growth, but you both loved John enough to make room for the other.

The kiss Nik pressed to your lips did not go unobserved. Kyle, with a twisted and complicated relationship of his own he kept under wraps, saw Nik kiss John's wife. Turning and sprinting across the base he found his lovers, Simon and Johnny, reviewing paperwork from their last mission.

"Nikoli is a fucking homewrecker and is trying to get with Mrs. Price!"

That brought all work to a hard standstill.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Bonus

Masterlist

[agender-wolfie]

Y’all need to understand what gender neutral actually means. Saying “This fic is gender neutral and there are no pronouns or descriptors used” then using “pretty girl” or “that’s my girl” immediately after is NOT gender neutral! Stay out of our spaces if you can’t respect us.

[ace-inthehole]

Just thinking about a pretty old man <3

[18+] Mdni

Top gn reader. Amab or afab w/ a strap I left it vague.

Inspired by @rodolfoparras :)

When you first start your advances, he pushes you off. Because he's already an old man, hair greying, joints creaking, with eyes that have seen far too much. He can't ruin a pretty young thing like you, but oh boy does he want to. It takes everything in him to reject you, let you down lightly, because he wants you just as much as you want him. Maybe more.

It's not hard to notice his wayward glances and sneaked looks, a deep hunger in his eyes, wanting and full of desire. It's rather adorable, seeing him try so hard to suppress his urges and feelings, because he isn't convincing anyone with that act. Not you, and not himself.

But with your persistence, that little facade of his begins to crack. It starts small, maybe a few long conversations over drinks in some dingy bar or a deep chat under the view of the cityscape. His longing gaze becomes more and more passionate, heavy with lust as he takes you in. He still looks away when you meet his eyes, cheeks flushed under his beard as he grumbles some poor excuse.

Fleeting looks become yearning gazes, a brush of your hands become intertwining the under the table. He's breaking, and it's because of you.

And when you finally bed him, he's nothing short of a mess. Splayed out bare before you on your bed, gasping and crying out at every touch. It isn't his first time, far from it, but man does it feel like it is. Every touch from your warm hands on his skin, your breath fanning over his neck or your lips on his face send pleasant and hot hums through his body.

It's embarrassing, it's shameful, every part of him on display before you, but your loving eyes that see nothing but beauty makes his heart clench.

He can hardly get it up anymore, just barely half hard when you're pressing into him, but it feels so good he doesn't have the mind to be embarrassed. When you kiss him you taste the bitter ash lingering from the cigarette he smoked earlier, but his noises are more than sweet enough to make up for it.

When he comes, he's gasping and throwing his head back, body convulsing as he desperately clings onto you. A beautiful sight really, such a man in pieces under you. Pieces that you tear apart with ardor and put back together again lovingly. He lets you do so, becoming putty at your fingertips and moulding into any form you shape him into.

He's reduced to a crying, sniffling little mess with his release splattered on his stomach, but he stares up at you with such pure adoration. He settles into your arms after you clean yourselves up, head resting on your chest and arms wrapped tightly around you.

Truly, an adorable old man.

-

So this is my first time writing smut lol. Go easy on me, thanks. This was written with Price in mind but I decided to keep the character ambiguous.

[yi3248]

"look i caught a bug :>"

[goatgoesmbe]

Asexual m!reader who took a nude modelling gig at some art school

And art-student!Soap who was immediately attracted to you at first sight, and made it a mission to make you hard as you pose in front of everyone

Only for you to sit there, unbothered, looking at him with a glint of amusement in your eyes. Because he was so shameless..

With how he didn't even try to hide the way he oggled at your body while biting his lower lip, letting out sensual grunts while making it seem like he was simply making noises of frustration

And when he noticed that you seemed to be unaffected, he pushed it further and started biting on the end of his pencil before flicking it with his tongue.

His eyes locked onto yours, silently telling you that he imagined his pencil to be your cock. Jeans rode down his hips, showing a tantalizing glimpse of skin, a hint of hipbone and happy trail

He must've thought that he loooked sexy as fuck

..but to you, he looked ridiculous

His classmates seemed to have splitting opinion on that, based on how some frowned at his shameless behavior, while the others discreetly checked him out

And your dick stayed limp

Eventually, he gave up. Huffing with a shade of red decorating his cheeks as he glared at you before focusing back onto his sketch with a pout

And while you never understood the appeal of sex, it didn't mean that you didn't know how to pleasure a pretty boy. Really, he didn't need to do all that embarassing act, he just needed to ask

You definitely didn't mind rewarding him for making your day by making a fool of himself

[cod-indulgences]

Tf141 x female!reader, implied gangbang, forced nudity

Sitting around a table with the task force, poker chips in a pile in the middle and dog-eared cards in your hands. You're cold but there's no help for it- all your clothes are piled at your feet, victims of bad luck, bad hands, and a bad poker face.

You can feel their eyes resting on your breasts, mostly hidden by your arms folded against you, but it's your turn to play your hand- the sigh that goes between them when you square your shoulders and stretch one arm out to push your chips in is more felt than heard.

"all in," you say, and feel your stomach sink as all the men smirk, the mood shifting, predatory. You feel small suddenly, and moan in despair when their cards lay out across the table.

You're fucked.

Chairs scrape across the floor as they all stand, and you yelp when two sets of hands lift you from your chair, placing you flat on your back amid scattered poker chips and cards. Ghost and Soap have your arms pinned, and Price steps up between your legs, opening your thighs around his bulk.

Gaz leans in, smirking, and waves a handful of cards in your face- aces. "Count them, sweetheart," he grins, and your stomach sinks. One, two, three....four, five, six. Fuck!

Price undoes his belt, pulling out his cock. Your eyes widen at it, heavy and fat in his fist, precome pearling up at the tip. "Should have folded earlier sweetheart," he says around his cigar, "now you've kept me and the boys waiting."

He notches his cock head against your pussy, and you look up at him with pleading eyes. "Sir, I can't- I'm not ready-!"

"don't worry love, by the time we're done, this cunt'll be sloppy enough for everyone to have a second round."

[lennadanvers]

His Home

Johnny Soap MacTavish x Ace!Reader

A/N: I'm a day late to Ace Week, but I really wanted to post this. I'd love to see more ace representation in fanfiction, so I'm doing my part. Plus, this kind of relationship has always been my favorite- there's something about undefined love that makes it perfect. I really like this one, so much that I wrote it while studying for my History exam. I hope you love it too, happy belated Ace Week!

Ghost is the first one to ask about it.

About you.

It’s late, you went to bed an hour ago, and Johnny offered him a beer. They’re looking at the empty front yard, a normal street in a normal neighborhood- a rare sight for soldiers of their kind. The food you and Soap made for the occasion sits warm in their bellies. The air smells of quiet and night.

Simon has known Johnny for a long time- and he has known him well. He didn’t know about this, though. He heard about you, of course. The first time Soap wasn’t sure if he’d make it back home, it was your name he mumbled. Instructions were clear: his dog tags were for you to receive. Along with everything else in his barracks. Ae dinnae care aboot all the rules. Ye gotta take me home tae ‘er.

Ghost knew you weren’t married- he would have seen it in his sergeant’s paperwork. He decided you were his girlfriend, then.

Until someone flirted with Johnny at a bar, and he happily told them he was single. Single. It didn’t lead anywhere, anyway; he came back to base with the rest of the team that night. Maybe he didn’t have a bird at home anymore, thought Simon.

But then there was the roommate. Soap was always talking about the roommate, how she would always leave hairs in the shower, how the laundry detergent smelled like flowers back home. It was said with fondness, the kind of affectionate jab one develops with family or very close friends. Ghost supposed you might be a childhood friend, then. Someone who had always been in Johnny’s life.

Come the end of their last mission, he had nowhere to stay at. His apartment was waiting for him, of course, but it was as empty and cold as any hotel room. His sergeant invited him home- tae meet ma girl. His girl. That was not a relationship status- no friend, no sister or girlfriend. Just girl, his girl.

He had to say yes.

Then there were you. Johnny’s age, bright eyes full of affection when you saw him. Small, soft hands ruffling the mohawk, saying it was getting out of hand. Nodding when he asked for another trim, bonnie, aye?

You hugged him around the neck, face under his chin. Ghost feared you would suffocate his sergeant. But Johnny’s face was pink, relaxed for the first time since before the mission. His arms were at your back, hands rounding your waist- they were used to that place. His nose deep in your hair- Simon felt like he was overstepping, like he wasn’t meant to see that. No one was.

Until you gave a step back- soft smile, soft eyes, soft Johnny- and welcomed him to your home. You called him L.T., like you knew him. Simon suspected you did. You didn’t try to shake his hand or- God forbid- hug him hello. You didn’t even risk a step into his personal space. He didn’t think it was out of fear- you didn’t blink twice at the black surgical mask. You just smiled and gave him a tour of the house.

That was another thing, the house. Tiny and tidy, cozy. Ghost didn’t have much experience with homes, but that’s what it looked like to him. A place lived in, well loved. A place with a past. Even more intriguing, a place with a future. By the way you talked, he gathered you weren’t renting. This place was owned. Something for the long run.

When you got to the hallway, though, you pointed to the last door. That’s my room! You can knock if you need anything, I’m a pretty light sleeper. Then to the one before that: That’s Johnny’s. Then the guest bedroom and the bathroom.

So you don’t sleep together.

Which would have been an answer to his curiosity, if it weren’t for the kitchen. After he left his stuff- a half-empty duffel bag- in the guest room, Simon went back to the small but charming space that is- all in one- your kitchen, living room and dining room. He was still in his soldier headspace, which means his steps were quiet. When he stepped into the kitchen, neither you nor Soap noticed him there.

You were laughing, hand on his bicep, eyes closed. Johnny was smiling. His shoulders down, his face soft. He grabbed your hand and brought you closer in a weird hug. You swayed together, and Simon almost heard the music you were dancing to. It went on for a while. Johnny went to grab a knife and you’d already placed the cutting board in front of him. You grabbed the oven mitt and he opened the oven.

You two are the perfect machine, always knowing where the other is going next. The smiles never falter. For the first time in years, Simon feels like he’s in a home. It’s confusing and startling. How come Soap has this waiting for him? How is he even able to go on deployment, knowing he might not have the chance to dance around you in the kitchen again?

The thought sparks memories. Soap’s sketchbook, a gleaming eye peeking from the page. His tactical jacket, jasmine perfume as they march through a field. A hair tie in the keychain. Gunpowder hands buying a bracelet in a faraway country. Making flower crowns while waiting for the target to show up. Dodging bullets with blue fevered eyes. Take me home tae ‘er.

He cleared his throat, and you handled him the plates to set on the table.

After dinner, you said goodnight. Johnny kissed your cheek; I left some beers in the fridge. Another kiss on the forehead. You waved at Simon, sweet and tired. Soap’s eyes followed you through the hallway.

Out in the cool night air, Simon asks.

“Tha’ ‘er?”

Soap flinches in his seat. The bottle in his hand twinkles under the stars. Doesn’t seem willing to reply. Maybe he doesn’t know how.

“The one from yer drawings?”

The nod is soft.

“Aye.”

Interrogation is an art. Ghost knows many ways to get information out of people. None of them work better on his sergeant than silence. The man has a need to fill empty spaces.

So he waits until Johnny takes the bait.

“A’v always known her.”

Another silence. Simon doesn’t need to ask the question out loud.

“We arenae datin. She isnae ma girlfriend. Or wife,” Jhonny’s voice is warm and liquid. “She's the love o ma life.”

Curiosity bubbles again. How does this life fit with the man out in the field? How come a cozy little house is home to a demolition expert?

“How’s tha’ work?”

Soap’s shoulders tighten, preparing for a defensive stance.

“She doesnae want sex.”

That’s not quite an answer, so Simon waits. Johnny’s back relaxes slowly, as if relieved by the lack of a reaction.

“But ‘a dinnae care aboot all that stuff. She's here whan ‘a come home, an she takes care o’ me. A tak care o’ her. Thare's nothin more than that.”

Nothing more he could ask for. Nothing more he’d ever want. His eyes glow blue, melting ice in the night. Ghost wonders, surprised, how he never saw it. How he didn’t realize.

After that, he doesn’t ask any more questions. There’s nothing else he’d need to know, really. When the bottles are empty and the air a little too cold, they retreat to their rooms.

The next morning, Simon stays in bed a little longer than usual. He listens to your soft steps in the hallway, the little knock on the door and Johnny’s raspy laugh. He hears the sheets and the whispers, the way he tells you stories about their last deployement- some true (only the lighter ones), the rest made up, with a handsome, Scottish hero. He pictures you tucked in Johnny’s side, his hand in your hair, easy smiles lighting up the room. And he understands. Once again, his sergeant’s words sound in his head.

A dinnae care aboot the rules. She’s ma girl, L.T.

[temeyes]

dad-daughter bonding ft. ghost and his bubba girl

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I don't know how Price watches Nikolai fly everything from a C17 to a Hercules to a Black Hawk or Pave Low (OG) and not drop to his knees to suck him off every time he walks into a room. I would not be that strong.

The fact that man walks with momentum as well. Fuck. Me. You just know he has to tuck it clear of his low ride thigh strap.

[applbottmjeens]

SSgt. Annabelle Pham - 2nd Commander of the Shadow Company

AKA: Anna, Pham, Annie (Graves), Gremlin, Regina 0-1, "The Queen of Hearts"

Age:

23 (Modern Warfare, 2019),

26 (Modern Warefare 2, 2022),

27 (Present, Modern Warfare 3, 2023)

Blood type: O Positive

Height: 4'11

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Asian/Pacific Islander (Vietnamese + Filipino)

Languages Spoken: English, Tagalog, Vietnamese, Chinese, Spanish

Religion: Catholic

Marital Status: Single (MW1-2), "Engaged" (MW3), Forced Marriage (ACES AU)

Faceclaim: Satomi Ishihara

Family:

Isabella Reyes - Maternal grandmother (deceased)

Cpt. Francisco "Capitan Kiko" Delgado - Paternal grandfather (deceased)

Phạm Ngọc Anh - Paternal grandmother (deceased)

Phạm Vinh Trường / Thomas Pham - Father (alive,estranged)

Phạm Vũ / David Pham - Uncle (alive,estranged)

Maria Soledad Pham née Delgado - Mother (alive,estranged)

Ryan Joseph "RJ" Pham - brother (alive)

-

Cpt. Arjun K. Dhingra (father figure, there it's canon @welldonekhushi)

Kavya Dhingra (mother figure, bc why not.)

CHILDREN (non canon)

Sylas Thomas "Tommy" Pham/ Phạm Teo Sỹ / "SAINT"/ (ACES AU)

Spc. Phillip Fernando Graves II / "Junior" / Ace (ACES AU)

Alyssa Claire Graves, Esq. (ACES AU)

Affiliates:

TASKFORCE 141:

Chief of Station Kate Laswell

Cpt. John Price

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley

Sgt. John "Soap" MacTavish

Sgt. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Sgt. Maj. Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton (@revnah1406)

Alyssa "Aly" Martinez (@alypink)

TASKFORCE DAGGER: (@kaitaiga)

Cpt. Lachlan Jones

Sgt. Damien Whitlock (what're YOU doing here?!)

LOS VAQUEROS:

Col. Alejandro Vargas, Sgt. Maj. Rodolfo Parra

SHADOW COMPANY (QUEEN OF HEARTS AU + MW3):

Comd. Phillip Graves

Spec. Officer Karlos Martinez

Ms Sgt. Shane Sparks (formerly)

Rozlin "Rose" Helms (formerly)

" Velikan"

SO. Marcus "Lerch" Ortega

Annabelle Pham was born in San Jose, California and raised in an Asian immigrant household in Daly City. Growing up working class, her parents encouraged her to pursue her education while also helping raise her sickly younger brother, RJ. Playing softball and being a bit of a rebel, despite her shortcomings, Annabelle had the opportunity to attend an Ivy league college on a partial scholarship, which she rejected after her father's restaurant, Saigon Corner was vandalized and robbed.

Rather than use the money saved on her for school, she pushed her family to use it to repair their restaurant. Annabelle would choose to attend a 2 year college in a CTE program since it was more affordable, working part time in her family's restaurant while she searched for new employment.

While job searching, she became curious about the recruiters office in her neighborhood, and next thing she knew, she was in the army (much to her mother and father's disappointment.) She'd join up anyway, prompting her parents to disown her- despite the money she'd send regularly.

Anna's time in basic training had her confronted with many forms of discrimination- mostly for her small stature and sex. And in spite of these, she persisted. She would be deployed to Urzikstan in 2019.

At some point, a then Corporal, close to be promoted Annabelle Pham would meet CIA Station Chief Kate Laswell while fighting alongside SAC/SOG officer Alex Keller. Impressed by the young woman's resolve and improvisation, Laswell would choose Anna as one of the women she'd first suggest to join Taskforce 141 to John Price in the future. While hiding from enemy forces who'd kidnapped her in a foreign city, Annabelle's quick thinking kept her alive while her teammates were delayed on their rescue.

Facing dishonorable discharge after her outburst against her superior, Colonel Norris after the United States declared the ULF a terrorist group, Laswell would pull strings to void this and in the meantime, had her employed under the military contractors known as the Shadow Company, with a recommendation to General Shepard that put her right in the attention of Commander Phillip Graves. While they initially clashed, her personality and morale boosting quips eventually grew on him, and she became a favored member of the organization. At some point Anna's simple workplace crush would be stretched into something more, with Graves offering her a more lucrative role in the company, only for Anna to answer Laswell's call to join Taskforce 141.

Anna gained her callsign "Gremlin" from her unpredictable and unhinged behavior, christened by her fellow Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. Hiding in walls, crawling in vents and ambushing enemies easily thanks to her small stature and the old fashioned element of surprise and a knack for destroying enemy equipment and radios.

Anna's first mission in the Taskforce had her reunite with Sergeant Garrick, meeting Captain Price for the first time and Captain Dhingra after an incident in Sakhra involving the Urzikstan Continental Hotel and several ambassadors held hostage. After a tricky maneuver saving the ambassador of Adal and France, Anna would find purpose in the taskforce and would eagerly join up any mission offered to her by her new comrades. She and Sergeant Garrick would make an inside joke of refusing to discuss "what happened in the Urzikstan Contintental."

With zeal, a "do it first, think later" attitude and an unwavering loyalty to those she cared for, Anna's clever thinking on the battlefield is only hindered by her emotional responses. After a heartbreaking betrayal from Phillip Graves in Las Almas and learning of his "demise", Anna would fail her mental health evaluation, and fall into a depression. Her last mission under the 141 would be under the secretive mission, "Operation Kingslayer", where she was tasked to rescue her friend and collegue Sergeant Major Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton after being captured by the Bolivian cartel. During this mission, unbeknownst to her, she'd become pregnant with the child of a newfound love- a neighbor named Peter Choi that her not so dead ex Phillip Graves had (without her knowledge) deported before revealing he was alive and attempted to recruit her into the Shadow Company.

It wouldn't be until after her son, Sylas Thomas "Tommy" Pham was born that Phillip would convince her to work for him- insisting he could provide for her and his son. Anna would be isolated from her old teammates and friends, Phillip grooming her to become his second in command while he made it seem like she had no other option.

By the time her fellow members of the 141 would see her again in the fall of 2023, she'd already be in the employment of the Shadow Company as Phillip Graves' second in command, the colloquial "Queen of Hearts" who seemed to be a shell of the once vibrant person she was before. During this time, isolated from her friends and mostly reliant on the man adamant on keeping her close, there was only one person Phillip trusted around his investment- his best friend and CIA operative, Karlos Martinez. Not only would Karlos help Anna see the authority and power Graves had bestowed upon her, but he would also vow to help Anna secure her place in the company...Even if it meant betraying Phillip Graves in an unforgiveable way.

While Phillip tries to secure himself a place in the United States political landscape, Anna does the dirty work as Commander, only beginning to recognize the woman in the mirror again...Even if she isn't smiling anymore.

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The Price is Wife | Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bonus

They watched. Observed and notated their findings. Kyle, Simon, and Johnny seethed for months as they watched Nikolai attempt to woo John’s wife. Any time she would come to base they could be found laughing together in his helicopter or sharing a meal in the mess, always without John.

How the hell did Nikolai think he could get away with this?

John, for his part, seemed to be happier than ever before. He yelled less and moved with a renewed vigor on and off jobs. He would spend time with Nik behind a closed door in his office and then meet his wife for dinner with a kiss.

They talked about it off base, all tucked into a bed. Simon lay in the center, arm curled around Kyle and Johnny as they rested their heads on his chest.

“I can’t handle to much more of Nikolai making moves on Mrs. Price. That woman is too sweet to fall for his charms,” Simon murmured.

“If she needed more love, I wouldn’t be opposed to inviting her into what we have going,” Kyle offered.

Johnny hummed, voice distracted as he voiced his thoughts.

“What if…what if John knows? And is okay with it?”

Blinking back into existence Johnny recoiled from the two disbelieving looks pointed at him.

“What?” He asked defensively, “We know it’s possible to have an unconventional relationship and be happy.”

Kyle and Simon had shared a look before changing the subject.

The final straw for Simon was Mrs. Prince waving John goodbye in a robe and welcoming Nikolai less than two minutes later.

Neither Johnny nor Kyle could talk him down from his chosen path. Gathering up all the documentation, photos, and timelines they had collected Simon marched for war. Kyle and Johnny kept pace and passed looks of concern back and forth. Simon didn’t knock when he arrived at John’s door. The door creaked under the weight of his anger.

Looking up from his computer John lifted a brow at his men.

Without giving him a moment Simon slapped the folder of evidence on the desk. Kyle shut the door, no need for witnesses to this breakdown.

“Well, that was dramatic.” His eyes flicked from the photo peeking out to Simon, “Wanna tell me what this is about?”

“Nikolai is trying to steal your wife from under you,” Simon’s fists clenched, shoulders as wide as they could go.

John lifts the cover, paper resting against his nail. Upon opening it all three men watch his face, his posture for any signs of distress. There are none. A picture of Nik and Mrs. Price laughing at a small cafe is the first thing in the folder. Setting the photo aside John leans back in his chair as he reads the comings and goings of each person.

That paper scanned he flips through each piece of information the guys had pain painstakingly gathered over the last four months. The longer John looked everything over and failed to react, the lower Simon’s shoulder fell. Only when all three men stood with neutral stances did John look up from his desk.

His eyes scanned Johnny’s face, then Simon’s, and finally Kyle’s. Taking a deep breath John brought his hands up, palms flat together to rest his fingers against his lips. The snorting laugh that erupted out of him surprised them all. He quickly settled his mouth back behind his hands.

“Now,” John hummed, fighting back more laughter. “While I appreciate…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence, breaking down into gales of laughter as he covered his face with his hands. The three men were now more concerned for their captain than they were before this whole intervention started.

When the laughter finally trailed off and John sat straight again he found himself besieged with searching, deeply concerned looks. Neatly stacking each of the pictures and papers back into the file folder he cleared his throat his started again.

“Now, while I appreciate you three looking out for me,” he snapped the folder closed and lifted it to point at each of them in turn. “I don’t ask questions about your boyfriends. I ask that you leave mine and my wife be. They like having dates and laughing about me.”

Johnny understood first. He snapped an accusatory and triumphant gaze to his lovers and broke out in full Gaelic as he pointed from Simon to Kyle. Without breaking his stream of incomprehensible words he fired off two middle fingers and let himself from the room.

Kyle bit his tongue, nodded twice as he kept his eyes from connecting with John’s, and followed in Johnny’s footsteps out the door.

“Nothing to say, Simon?”

Lieutenant and Captain clash gazes, the latter waiting for the former to fold and follow the others.

“Not sorry we pried.”

John’s chair creaked as he leaned back in it, folder still pinched in his grip.

“Don’t be sorry for it, son. Don’t do it again though.”

Simon turned on his heel, grateful beyond words for his mask to hide the pink tint to his fair skin.

“Hey.”

Looking over his shoulder at John, he lifted a brow.

“I don’t poke for answers I know, but I don’t make them my business either. You and the sergeants have nothing to worry about from me.”

Nodding, heat from his cheeks attempting to burn his mask off his face Simon left his captain’s office.

John laughed on and off all day thinking about the ‘intervention’ his men staged. Unlocking the front door to the flat he shared with you and Nik, John couldn’t keep a grin from his face.

You had claimed one corner of the couch, a book in your hand, and a blanket over your lap. Nik sat on the other, headphones over his ears plugged into a CD player. Both look at him with a smile when they notice his arrival as they set aside their activities.

“Well Mrs. Price, you won the bet.”

The bright look that breaks across your face has John laughing. Sitting up you high-five Nik.

“Let’s fucking go! It was Nik arriving with coffee this morning, wasn’t it? I knew that would get them.”

“Is that what you left for Nik?” John looked up from untying his boots.

Nik lifted one shoulder before dropping it.

“Coffee sounded good this morning.”

John shook his head, smile tucked into his beard at finding the best of friends for a lover and a wife. No man could be as lucky as he.

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We all know a fanfic where the callsign is "Ace" cuz they're too good. BUT. Imagine the reason for the callsign is that they had their bf/gf visit base, and everyone asked them about the bf/gf. But they just say "I'm asexual, if they're okay then go for it. But they like me, just so you know" and everyone calls them "ace" ever since.

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