#COD headcanons

[gloomwitchwrites]

hi bby. i’ve been binging a lot of your little like tf 141 like mini tropes.

and i had one.

this is so random but it came to me so yeah.

tf 141 wanting to eat reader out and how they would react to you saying no bc you haven’t really felt like shaving

anyway yeah feel free to ignore this lol

Excuse me, but you're not allowed to drop something like that into my inbox and tell me I'm free to ignore it. Because I'm not going to ignore it. I'm going to obsess over it.

(hehe omg I'm literally kicking my feet and giggling over it)

MDNI

Soap hears “I didn’t shave” and responds with “lemme just braid this right quick and move it to the side.” You really think he’s going to care? Think again. If Soap is determined to munch, he’s going to munch. Hair doesn’t scare him. And if he happens to get a strand or two in his mouth, he’s spitting it out with a grin on his face and going back for more. This man enjoys going down on you so much that he’ll take you in any condition. (And yes, that means when you��re sweaty or menstruating.)

If you tell Price “I didn’t shave” his only response is a shrug of his shoulders. “What of it?” he asks. “I’m a grown man.” And he is a grown fucking man about it. Shaving is the least of his concerns. The fact that you even paused and showed hesitation over it tells him that he hasn’t done enough to make you feel completely loved and adored. Spread those legs honey because he’s diving in. (But if shaving really matters to you, Price is more than happy to get you regular waxing services and pay for them himself.)

Telling Ghost “I didn’t shave” doesn’t compute. No thoughts up there at all except “what.” Ghost wants to eat you out, and because he wants to eat you out, there isn’t anything else going on in his head. “I didn’t shave, Simon.” Silence. “Simon.” “Spread those legs, love. I want a taste.” “Did you hear me?” But Ghost isn’t even listening now. He’s getting on his stomach, making himself comfortable, pulling you over to him, not a thought in his head but how he’s about to feast for a bit.

Gaz hears “I didn’t shave” and immediately reassures you that it’s fine. “You think I care about a bit of hair?” he asks as he runs his hands up and down your thighs in slow strokes. “You’re always beautiful to me.” Gaz will have you blushing and preening under his attention, making you forget that you didn’t shave or that you’re even questioning the thought of him caring. And between those little words of affection, Gaz is kissing your thighs, touching you everywhere, easing any tension until you don’t care either, and your legs fall wide for him.

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[codnasties]

Massive ghoap vibes here (with ghost being the one doing the deed and soap giving head lol)

https://x.com/guyseatingpussy/status/1885090440975671387?s=19

ghoap x reader 👻🧼 (🌽 link)

it's no secret soap is a horny dog. everyone knows it, especially ghosts, who ends up being on the receiving end of him telling his little sex-capades with whatever poor person happened to end under his big nasty paws.

but for some reason, it seems like johnny has lost his charm because he hasn't been able to get anyone into his bed in some time, and he's getting desperate. and ghost is again on the receiving end, hearing how fucking horny and needy he is.

and that's how he ended there, sitting next to you in bed and simon fucks you, as a mercy from his lieutenant. because he understands how hard it is to not have a sweet thing waiting fot you at home. and also that the seargeant craves the sugary tast of a woman's pussy on his tongue.

bending over the lower half of your body, his beard sratching against your soft skin as his longue flicked at your pulsing clit. all of it while ghost keeps fucking you. that's what he was there for, to eat some pussy. however, when ghost accidentally popped out of your cunt, he couldn't hold himself back from giving his angry red and leaking tip a bit of a suck.

and simon alowed him to. let's say he learnt something new about himself that day.

[leyavo]

The TF141 guys when you mention you’re trying to romanticise your life:

John’s the only one that questions it, knows he’s not in the loop with trends/slang etc. “What do you mean darling?” And he starts romanticising his own morning routine. A nice black coffee, your drink of choice too waiting for you. some music playing as he gets dressed for the day.

Planning shared time with you later, having a bath together and little candles flickering on the side. He also values his alone time and has a bubble bath, cigar and a glass of whisky. Getting himself some fancy pens, the ink smooth so it makes writing up all those reports so much easier and more fluid. He takes time to check in on your day too, a text here and there when he’s not busy or weighed down with work.

Simon’s panicking, thinking he’s been neglecting you. He’s getting you seasonal flowers, bright tulips or daffodils in spring etc. buying you your favourite chocolate. He’s doing little things like ironing your shirt for work or packing your lunch when he gets time. It’s not till you confront him about doing all these little things do you realise he took it to heart.

“Si, I meant romanticising my day, the mundane things I can do to make me feel a bit better.” After convincing him he does enough and he’s romantic in his way he begins to think. Simon then starts small by adding a hazelnut syrup to his black coffee in the morning. Washing his mask more often too, a ritual after each op where he hand washes all the sweat and dirt as if cleansing himself of the sins.

Johnny’s thinks romanticising his day is day dreaming about you and how you smell so good. How he’d like to have his way with you before you go to work. But in all seriousness, Johnny journals (like in the game). He’s got one for work and one for his home life, some pages are scribbled mess of writing and sketches, of you, of little things that catch his eye (also you).

He’s got a box full of journals under the bed, sometimes he likes to read them, connect with who he was years ago and appreciate who he’s become. Loves reading back on your first dates and what he thought you (man’s a dog). Adds some more notes in the margain “we married them.” “You did get laid this night.” Maybe he’ll even show you some of them one day.

Kyle’s knows exactly what you mean, you’re always trying to add more intention to your day and being present. Kyle understands and uses the present as an anchor to stop him spiralling with his job. He calls them glimmers, how when the sunlight steals his attention and reminds him to breathe and stop overthinking.

He makes time for himself to stretch as soon as he gets out of bed, create small moments in between his fast paced job. Loves reading fantasy books, dragons preferably and designates his time before bed to read at least one chapter (you’re normally reading beside him too). Even part of an online fanclub for said book where he talks about theories for the next book in the series. Total nerd for it there like eight books already.

[cherie-doll]

could you please write a story like the reader is engaged to the cod men and they introduce themselves with their man's last name. like "good morning I'm y/n riley" like that? thank you so much if you decide to write this? YOU DA BESTT

Introducing Yourself With Their Last Name

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

❥ Price knew that soon you'd be switching out your last name for his... soon. But he hadn't thought it over as much, hadn't ever let it slip from his lips nor tried calling it out to hear how it would sound. Unlike him, you had taken to writing it out, whispering it secretly; obsessing over it like some schoolgirl. You couldn't help but want to tease him a little, you let it fall from your lips one day when meeting some of his friends. You felt his gaze on you, felt the warmth of his smile after the initial surprise. He calls you by his last name every chance he gets. "Just practicing" he says.

❥ Simon's reaction was hard to grasp underneath the balaclava he wore to your outing together; he hadn't expected to meet someone he used to work with. He had briefly introduced the man to you, leaving it up to you to tell him your name. But he hadn't expected to hear you say his last name. It was the first time he had heard your name and his put together. And it was like something clicked. He tried it out himself. It sounded so right, so smooth. He chuckled. How come he hadn't realized it before? It was only natural it not only sounded but also felt perfect. He couldn't wait for the day it became your last name officially.

❥ Soap would be saying your name with his last name ever since you accepted his proposal. But you had only laughed then, until you decided to be a little more serious and say it in front of others. He hadn't ever heard it from you, didn't expect you to confidently call yourself by his surname. He was shocked for a moment before quickly picking his jaw up off the floor and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him and smiling brightly at who you had introduced yourself to. It had him in high spirits for the rest of the day. Now he wanted to hear it more often, trying to find another opportunity for you to introduce yourself just so he could hear it again.

❥ Kyle had been hinting at wanting you to use his last name for a while now. He knew he'd only have to wait a little longer for it to be in paper on the document, but he wanted to hear it. This time, he was obsessing over it, practicing writing it out and trying to get you to say it. "C'mon... it'd be nice to get used to it" he would literally almost beg you. You didn't know how badly he wanted it, until you decided to give in. You didn't tell him, no warning beforehand when you blurted it out when introducing yourself to someone new. It was so blunt and sudden to him, you could see him gaping at you from the corner of your eye. The only way you could get him to stop was sliding your hand into his, interlocking fingers.

❥ Roach was rather shy about wanting to ask you, afraid of having you think he was trying to rush things with something small like this. He could only gaze at you with those softened eyes that were only for you. His eyes would glaze, get that faraway look as he imagined you standing at the altar, accepting his last name as yours. He flinched hearing his last name, he had zoned out when you were busy talking to someone. It took him a moment to catch onto the fact that you had just introduced yourself with his last name. And it brightened his day, he leaned into you a little, smiling like an idiot as he kept replaying that moment. The familiar fuzzy feeling when you're in love arising and fluttering in his chest.

❥ Alejandro wished for more than anything else for you to use his last name. He still left it up to you and your customs whether you would adopt his last name or not, never did he want to pressure you into changing it if you didn't want to. The subject wasn't talked about much and he assumed you wouldn't use his last name, it was only a name after all. But you stunned him when he heard you saying it proudly. Oh, he was overjoyed, never wanting you to stop saying it every chance you got.

❥ Rudy didn't want you to feel obligated to part with your last name if you truly didn't want to. To some it may feel like erasing a part of you, and he didn't want you to bend just for him. However, you didn't mind. You gave him quite the surprise when you openly used his last name, in a good way of course. He didn't know what to say, but he felt a surge of love the moment you said it. Anytime you said it, whether in public or only between you two, the reaction was the same, still feeling soft on the inside.

❥ Phillip had joked all the time ever since proposing to you about when you'd change your last name for his. "Aren't ya excited you'll be Graves soon?". He brings it up as often as he can just to make you flustered or tease you. Although it was mostly jokingly, he did await for the day you would officially be seen as his in the eyes of others. But you still got a reaction out of him, when he overheard you using his last name. He was proud of the name he had made of himself, and was pleased to know you had found it worthy to use it for yourself.

❥ Makarov always put his name on things that belong to him. Ever since he was a child, he liked labeling his things, people must know to who it belongs to. He had a similar view of this matter too, wanting you to use his surname. Not that he viewed you as an object, nor a thing to be possessed and owned. He cared for you immensely, and knew you would be untouchable in the eyes of others if you had the name of someone they would have to think twice before messing with. Still, there was a ripple within him when he heard you introducing yourself with his surname. He didn't smile smugly, instead affectionately.

❥ Keegan hadn't put much thought to it. He didn't see what was wrong with his last name for you not to take it, but also didn't want to make you go through the paperwork of changing it if it was too much of a hassle. But you liked it, had a nice ring to it. When he heard it aloud, he had just walked into the room where you were talking with your friend over the phone. You had said that from now on you'd use Keegan's last name. You didn't notice him leaning against the doorframe, smiling smugly as he crossed his arms and observed you. He liked hearing it, especially from you. Now he couldn't wait to say it too.

❥ König had been dozing off at a function, already wanting to leave after sitting for a few minutes and feeling bored. He really wasn't one for sitting in idleness and dabbling in meaningless conversations. Slumping on the couch, he felt his eyelids become heavy and was ready to ignore everyone else until he heard his last name in that oh so familiar voice of yours. He sat up straight, fixing his posture like when a teacher called out his name at school. He had caught just enough of your conversation to know you were using his surname to refer to yourself. Although he sat motionless, he felt his heart beat faster, content on the inside at hearing that. It kept him awake for the rest of the function.

❥ Horangi had grown up with his father's last name, his mother's different because it was common to not change your surname even after marriage. He assumed you'd do the same. You kept thinking about whether you'd change it or not, after all the decision was yours, no pressure at all. You pondered quite a bit and decided to test his reaction. You started introducing yourself with his surname whenever you met new people. His reaction was funny at first, it was like he didn't understand. Until, he caught on and would have to look away to hide the smile that was playing on his lips from being seen. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

❥ Nikto wanted you to take his surname, he had been thinking about it for quite a while now. He dedicated time to carefully think about how it'd sound. You remembered him suggesting you practice how to write it; no context given. You were confused at first, not knowing why he would tell you to write his last name, but you did it anyways. Not long passed before you were able to catch on. You liked his surname and decided to practice saying it, making sure not to butcher the pronunciation. It made him satisfied to hear you not only adopt it but also start using it in front of others. He called you all sorts of sweet things for it.

[kittykittyneowmeow69]

Keep me, please (I I)

MDNI

John Price x reader with a cheating husband

PART 2 >> PART 1

Price finds a pretty little thing, only to learn that she is married, the caveat being her husband is cheating on her.

Cw: cheating (not between mc’s) , sleepy sex, unprotected PIV, oral (!f) , daddy kink (😝), aftercare

Notes: I got a bit carried away, so there will be a part 3 , where he fucks her in her marital bed lol.

He pieces you together afterwards—putting a glass of water to your lips as you drink it with big thirsty gulps, wiping away your tears with a warm washcloth, between your legs—considers getting an ice pack for your sore pussy but decides against it when you cling to him, limp arms reaching, pulling him closer.

“ baby , I’m not going anywhere”— he rumbles , with you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, fingers knotting into the dark curls on his chest, half of your body onto his, inhaling his heady,loamy scent, as a rough hand caresses your back. Sleep slowly overtakes you —soft warm cheek rested on his cushiony pec, fucked out and in bliss.

The weight of your limp, boneless body on top of him—the cute little pucker of your lips, soft even breaths as your chest rises and falls—fully sated—his cum still leaking out of your hole, fires the want in him to own,to possess beyond the confines of his self control.

So, the reality of you still being married, still cohabitating, having his —your husband’s— last name, makes his palms itch, makes the thorn buried deep inside his brain sting and throb, makes him want to sort it out the only way he knows how.

Then , there is the image of your woeful misty eyes, lash line barely containing the storm inside of your little heart, the furrow of your eyebrows as you tried your hardest to keep all the tiny broken pieces together on your lunches(courtship) with him. He barely contained the urge to scruff you by the nape of your neck, drag you home, to his bed, where you belong, have always belonged.

But— you choosing this, choosing him, chanting “keep me please”, little cunt clenching, moulding to his thick cock, milking him, filled with his spend , is cathartic , eases at least some of his homicidal tendencies.

Besides, the idea of you being tainted, directly or indirectly with even a lick of violence, of blood on your manicured paws is enough to stop John from killing him, he will take care of him, oh he will, just in other ways.

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It’s still dark outside.

You wake up slick with sweat , blistering hot— a heavy arm wrapped around you ,weighing you down, furry thick chest plastered to your back, half hard prick nudging your lower back and him —snoring like a big hibernation bear against the crown of your head.

Your heart is rabbit quick, as sleep slides off you and the realisation sinks in—you are not in your bed, that you are naked and in John’s arms, the only other man you have slept with beside you soon to be ex-husband.

Guilt , something you know you should feel is absent, it’s been a long time since you have felt desired, felt intimacy, felt need this thick. The degradation of your relationship began long ago, the touches, the love, the want slowly dissipating as teenage lovers evolved into full fledged adults. You are still young, some would say too young to have been married and the idea of spending your entire life in a distant, fractured relationship had been eating at you for quite a while now. Then he cheated, the hurt, the gut wrenching , heart-ache was all consuming but somehow, also tinged in relief, that you finally had a reason to get out, and as the stars so aligned, that reason manifested itself into, John.

“ mm it’s early, baby” — he rumbles into your nape, voice thick with sleep, placing a hot wet kiss on it. You stir against him, rump brushing his cock, which causes him to pull you further into him, heavy arm wrapped around you trapping you under his bulk.

“Uhmm John ” you whisper as his big paw fondles your breast, worrying your nipple between his knuckles, pinching it ,extracting sleepy little ‘ah’s from you. Slowly, his hand slides down, dragging across your belly until he cups your mound.

He Stays like that for a while, kissing, licking the sweat off your nape, the curve of your neck. One thick finger slides in-between your lips as he rubs the tiniest half circles around your clit.

The light hum of pleasure lulls you into a daze, eyelids slowly getting heavier, as you breathe evenly, letting him touch you, play with you as he pleases. He jiggles your clit faster, syrupy pleasure engulfing you until your breath hitches, body tensing as you come, jolting you at first then lulling you back into a deeper cottony haze.

“m’ sore Daddy”— you whimper when he slides one thick finger inside your hole. He shifts you more onto your belly—his bulk pressing you into the mattress, with his finger massaging the little spongy spot inside you, getting you worked up so you are slick for him.

“Mmm baby, will be nice and gentle, ok?” He rumbles, notching his head against your hole.

The initial stretch, burns,makes your toes curl, as you whimper into the pillow. “Shh baby, let Daddy take care of you hmmm”— he drawls into your cheek as he slowly feeds his cock into your cunt, letting you squirm and tremble under him, get acclimated to the stretch.

He goes slow, so slow, taking you through it— “doing so well for Daddy baby”—as he ruts into you almost leisurely, letting you clench around him, pull him in deeper, feel the warm wet squeeze of your cunt against every vein , every ridge of his thick cock.

The angle knocks the wind out of you, as every thrust rubs against the spongy spot inside of you making you see stars. One deep thrust makes you clench around him hard, as you come, creaming his cock, shaking under him, in your delirium, you bite the pillow—

Which gets you a hard, stern smack on your asscheek, “ None of that love , let me hear you”.

You come for him again soon enough, this time though, you let him hear your little whimpers, “Daddy” rolling of your tongue, like it belongs. You assume he likes it, because his rhythm gets more frantic, as he cums with one last deep thrust, cock head notched against your cervix as big spurts of cum fill you up yet again.

You wince as he pulls out, come flooding out onto the sheets, your pussy all tender. He kisses your cheek, rasping into your skin.

“Going’ to kiss her better in the morning baby, eat your little cunt out, go to sleep now sweetheart”

And you do, nuzzling back into him, letting him wrap you up in his arms again. As you slowly slip back to sleep.

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The bed is empty, you realise—his weight, furnace like heat is missing as you shed the last of sleep. You feel a slight jab, right in the middle of your middle of your chest, a prickle of doubt which holds the possibility of potentially sending you into a spiral that maybe just maybe—now that he has fucked you, he is done with you, that this was all just a hookup.

Every muscle in your body is hurts—almost like the achy feeling after a new workout class.you climb out of the too tall, too big bed, and limp to the en-suit bathroom.

In the bathroom mirror, you look at all the marks on your throat ,the curve of your neck, the slope of your shoulder, the swell of your breast, your lips still swollen and bitten, you turn just a little bit and see little circular bruises on you hips , upper arms.

You thumb a little bruise on your hip, tender warm pain flooding you with a bittersweet longing, a weird reminder of him on you, all the time you have spent with together — the lunches which if you were a little less in denial you would have know were dates all along—after all he paid for them no matter how much you insisted “come on John, just let me pay for once”.

The shower is huge, glass-enclosed, with many little knobs each of which control the fixtures. You fiddle with a few them until you finally are cascaded in warm water, soothing your sore tendons, all the little aches in your body.

There are just two bottles—a body wash, and a shampoo— on the built-in niche. You lather the eucalyptus scented shower gel in between your palms and start rubbing it on, slowly cleaning all the dried cum clinging onto your inner thighs. You are still leaking his cum— after all he came so much and lodged it so deep inside you— wincing as you try your best to get it out of your sore little hole.

( God, you hope your IUD keeps working)

Freshly showered, damp skinned, wrapped in his towel —you find him waiting for you, sitting on the edge of the bed. He is dressed already, in a tight fitted navy shirt and denim jeans.

“ mornin’” you squeak , standing in front of him, all self conscious and unsure.

Relief washes over you as he stands up towering over you, cupping your face and tilting it up so he can place little kisses on your forehead, cheeks , the tip of your nose. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you up, till you are at his eye level—“ mornin’ sweetheart “

Before you know it, the the world spins— with you laying on the bed with John unwrapping the towel, he dips down, lips brushing yours and mumbles—

“Let Daddy kiss you better sweetheart, eat your sore little cunt hmm”

He sits up on his haunches, between your legs, with you laying before him. Big rough hands caress your tender skin, as he slowly traces every curve every dip of your flesh almost as if he is committing you to memory.

He is soft—kissing your seam, beard pricking your sore cunt, letting you grind into his face, with tired little hip rolls, as his nose nudges your clit, he slides his tongue inside of your hole, as you thread your fingers into his hair and come.

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“Where were you?” —You ask,taking a sip of coffee, sitting across from him on the dining table.

“Getting some of your stuff back home baby”

You look around , tilting your head slightly, and see bags and bags filled with your clothes, from your wardrobe, placed neatly on the couch.

[darkbunnylove]

Poly141 Reacting to reader tidying and decorating their balcony

It wasn’t really their strong suit, decorating around the house. If it weren’t for you, the apartment would have stayed all cool walls and clean lines. Nice enough, but missing something. Just a place to crash between missions. But you made it a home.

Now that winter has finally passed and the days have grown warmer and longer, you decided to do something small, something sweet, for the ones you love. You cleaned off the balcony, swept away the last of the cold season, brought out the little round table and chairs again, this time with soft pillows on each seat. You planted herbs, repotted flowers, gave the lemon tree some fresh soil.

By the time you were done, it looked like a little dream tucked above the city. Sunlight on wood, scent of lemon blossom, a place to sit and just be. And when each of them came home, they saw what you had done. And oh—they felt it in their chest.

Soap stepped onto the balcony, eyes soft, mouth parted, knees going a little weak at the sight. Colorful flowers lined the edges. The sharp, fresh scent of herbs lingered in the air. And there you were you—standing there with a little pot in your gloved hands, smiling at him like it was nothing. “You did all this alone?” he asked, voice soft and full of awe. You barely nodded before he was across the space, grabbing your face for a kiss so full of love it left you almost breathless.

“Bonnie… it looks like my mum’s garden back home,” he grinned, running a thumb over your cheek as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real. God, how did he even deserve you?

Later that night, he brought out a tiny hand-written sign and stuck it in the lemon tree pot. It read: “Bonnie’s Garden — Grown with Love.”

Gaz entered your shared apartment, a box of solar-powered fairy lights in hand and a quiet excitement in his step, only to pause when he saw the balcony through the open curtains. Eyes sparkling, he stepped closer, blinking like he needed a second to take it all in. You’d already done it.

“Was gonna surprise you,” he said, a little sheepish but smiling, and you immediately knew he loved every bit of it. He kissed you gently, then took your hand and guided you to one of the chairs.

Without another word, he disappeared inside, only to return a minute later with a little speaker tucked under one arm and your favorite cold drink in his hand. He pressed play on a playlist, handed you the glass, and leaned back in his seat as the golden evening air warmed both your faces. “I’m not sure I’ll ever top this, you know,” he grinned, his voice full of admiration, as he laced his fingers with yours. “You’ve set the bar mad high, babe.”

You found Ghost standing a little awkwardly in your apartment, still in full tac gear, boots dirty from the day. He hadn’t stepped out onto the balcony, just stood there, brows drawn together, like he wasn’t sure if he was meant to. So you smiled, walked inside, and physically tugged him outside by the arm until he followed.

There was a flicker of warmth in those honey-brown eyes, as he scanned the space. You knew he noticed it all. The way the floorboards had been scrubbed clean, the faint scent of soil still in the air, the pillow on the chair nearest the door, slightly creased like you’d tested it yourself. “Nice. Real nice,” he hummed softly.

He reached out and pulled you into his lap, one hand at your waist, the other resting on your thigh, tracing slow, absentminded circles. He pressed a kiss to your scalp, then spoke quietly, “Thank you, love.”

You smelled Price’s familiar aftershave and felt his strong arms wrap around you before you even saw him. You were quietly watering the mint and basil when he stepped onto the balcony on his own, full-on heart boner at the sight of his little bird creating something so beautiful.

He spun you around slowly, smiling softly before pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “Look at you, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “I leave for half a day and you turn the place into a dream.”

He looked around to take it all in, but his gaze soon settled on you again, full of appreciation. He reached up to brush a smudge of dirt from your cheek. “We’ll have to sit out here tomorrow morning,” he added, glancing toward the chairs. “Cup of tea, bit of quiet, you in my lap. Perfect start to the day.”

[ghouljams]

Price likes fishing. What if you showed Price how to do the hand fishing with cat fish???

Noodling! That shit hurts, catfish are biters.

I think he'd get a kick out of watching other people do it, but the man enjoys sitting in his little folding chair and watching the water. Likes keeping his finger on the line to feel the slight vibrations as fish nip at his bait. Then the inevitable catch that has him tugging at his pole and fussing with his reel. But of course it's the quiet in between that he likes the best, and it's hard to get that when you've got catfish biting your arm.

Plus a welly catfish could eat a man and those are the natives in his area.

[writer-fennec]

The 141 and stationery:

Ghost:

Has a skeleton themed notebook that has clearly seen better days, but it has many tiny stylized mini colored skulls and it was gifted from Soap

Has a bic pen, the orange ones and lost the cap. Is somehow able to finish his pens before losing them and has a box of like 50 bic pens, all arange with blue caps and all in a drawer in his desk

Uses the most basic looking normal black and yellow HB pencils, those in a box oflike 10 at a time you find for half the price in september and almost always finishes his pencils when they are almost still big enough to be used but unusable for his comfort (big hands problems)

To organize his notes he just puts paper scotch over the thing and writes with a pencil what it is. Then when he needs to hand it out he carefully removes it and heands it to Price (sometimes there are slightly ruined edges, but nothing like a paper shredded in half)

Soap

Has at least four notebooks, one for actual work, one for quick sketches, one with which he can go on OPs because its really small and easy to hide in a tac vest and on for journaling or just stupid ideas and reminders

Has some spring pens and some normal ones, has a fountain pen he mainly uses for inking his drawings when he actually puts effort in them, sometimes he just steals some of those he finds on the ground (usually Kyle's), when he goes into an art supply sho he has to stop himself from buying the whole inking section because some of those inkingpens have such small tips that he could draw such small details that he would need a magnifying glass to see them

Has a couple of old but still functioning mecanichal pencils that he loves to this day (neat and precise lines and lineart with no ink) and a whole set of varying hardness (4B to 4H) so he knows how to do his shading pretty well

To organise his notes he uses coloured metal clips, sometimes post-its, usually he categorizes his work by colour of the metal clip+ position of the metal clip (let him ADHD without judging, he is a little undiagnosed baby) and sometimes makes little butterfly origami to pit on the edges in case something is really important or he needs extra instructions on that paper

Gaz:

Has a couple of notebooks, one for work one for personal reminders and stuff like that, usually they are monochrome and colours that are similar (ex turquoise and teal) so he can go around with one or the other and nobody will ask a thing since those colours in different lighting's look similar

Spring pens, normal pens (usually bic) and also some fountain pens are his most used, uses them in different contexts and usually one of the most organised people you can find with his stationary

Has one (1) mechanical pencil that is cheap plastic but surprisingly it matches his notebooks and uses normal HB pencils (sometimes you might find him use IKEA pens and he will deny even knowing that IKEA gives out free pencils) probably has some variability in hardness but just and F and and H1 for the sake of having a different feeling on the paper every once in a while

To organise his notes he uses post it's and coloured semi-trasperent small sticky notes, he is one of the best organised ones and also one of the few actually able to find what he searching for

Price:

Has one BIG notebook where he keeps everything all at once, he can't bother buying the smaller ones (because their surface you can write/£ per surface ratio is not as good) but sometimes he gets a small one to take notes while on an OP

Has one fountain pen for important documents and the rest are plastic transparent bic or other types of normal ink pen, surprisingly has also some water resistant pens

Doesn't even bother with mechanical pencils, good old wood (may or may not have stolen some lf Ghost's pencils), has 2 hardnesses (HB and 2B) he uses them regularly and knows when to use each

Organizer? Price? Yeah, he keeps everything separed in folders in his office and classified inside his mind, that man knows everything in his office by heart

What would you add?

@bone-trash what would you add?

[anonmousegosqueek]

Soap wears bracelets/chokers when not on a mission because he likes the restricted feeling on his wrists/neck. Coincidentally, Ghost happens to buy a dog collar and some wrist cuffs.

Gaz suffers the consequences of sharing a wall with Soap when Ghost presents his purchases. Gaz also happens to have a brand new bracelet with the letters 'SR' as a little charm.

-🦴

HGHJDKMDFFFFF

^the sound of me foaming at the mouth

Bonnerrr, Boner you can't do this to me.

*I* enjoy a cuff and a good choker. I want to suffer the consequences of sharing a wall with Soap (I don't, I'm a very sleepy person and would probably murder both of them). I WANNA KISS 'EM.

I really do think Ghost is out here giving apology gifts to Gaz all the time. He knows he's loud, he likes it when Soap screams his name! It's not like he's gonna *stop*, it's just sometimes a little box will appear on Gaz's bunk, new jewelry or snacks or whatever inside.

Gaz makes sure to get back at them with the help of Nikolai or(and?) Roach >:3

Also yes, Soap definitely wears a literal collar when on leave. It's subtle, easily passed off as a regular choker, but with a slight skull motif and a subtle S.R. on the inside.

(can we talk about the throat mic? None of the others have it! Just the kinky man himself.)

Bonus- Ghost once bribed gifted Gaz a plush turtle that looked like Chompy. Gaz cried. It was very sweet. I can confirm, I was there.

[whateverdraws1008]

.... i kinda feel like 09 Ghost is asexual. yeah. he is.

[ilostthewar]

So, Soap mumbles when he’s thinking. His mind is always crowded so saying the words helps him organize his thoughts and keeps them streamlined. Which ultimately leads to him rambling at other people.

Gaz likes to be an asshole sometimes and respond to what are very clearly rhetorical questions and statements, which can throw Johnny off. And Johnny always gets this annoyed look at him which makes Kyle laugh.

John will just let Soap ramble. He’s not really listening, mostly just hums and grunts when it’s appropriate. John knows that Soap isn’t here for feedback, he’s here to work through his thoughts. John learned a long time ago that trying to keep up with Soap while he’s in the planning phases is more frustrating than enlightening.

Ghost will watch Johnny gesticulate and pace around the room. He has a bored expression and he looks like he’s not really paying attention. Of course, Ghost is always listening. When Johnny loses his train of thought, Ghost will redirect him with ease before going back to his own task.

[crvptidd]

simon "ghost" riley who unfortunately is absolutely the type to want a thick goth gf (she listens to nu metal and insists she is not goth but he is adamant. men ☕️)

[codnasties]

barrage's slutty shirt 🕶 (🌽 link)

let me tell you something, one of the most iconic and that's heavily distinctive to barrage is his slutty compression shits. those amazing ones that hug every single muscle of his so nicely, almost like a second skin.

and one thing is for sure, knowing how much you like them, the whorish compression shirt stays one while he fucks you. to him it's more than just wearing clother he's comfortable in, it's about the ceratin level of control it gives him.

he knows you want to get a good look at him and at his muscular body, but he won't allow you to fully see him in a mean way. like you don't get to see the whole thing, but he doesn't find it in him of depriving you of a good view of his sculped boy as he's fucking you.

his hips snapping against the plush of your ass every time he pushes himself deeply into your soaking wet cunt, that seems to suck him in, as you cry about not being able to see him. filipping you over so you can watch the muslce ripple behind his shirt and the way the fabric pulls taut around his big biceps - and he also gets to watch your face contort with pleasure, your eyes rolling back. and the way your tits jiggle with each harsh thurst -.

just full on fucking you dumb on his cock

[leyavo]

You’ve never been religious, but Johnny Mactavish has you praying on your knees.

That silver cross dangling in front of your face as he leans down and kisses your forehead.

Johnny asking you to worship him and he’ll worship you. He’s on his knees just as much as you are.

You like tugging him closer using the silver cross. Sometimes he takes it off and puts it in the drawer, only wanting to have you all to himself without the eyes of the lord on you.

He gets a longer chain and tugs it over your head, the cool metal digging into the back of your neck as it forces you closer to him.

[cherie-doll]

i think it’s my own brainrot but i love the idea of makarov (or phillip) with an s/o who’s pretty masculine (works on cars, heavy lifting at work, lots of tattoos and stuff) but like with them, their s/o is all cute, soft and fluffy, and girly yk? i think it’s just me lol😭

lol

You quite literally turn into a puddle of mush with Phillip near. When you put your mind to it, you're able to do perfectly fine without him. It makes him feel at ease too, knowing you don't always need to depend on him for absolutely everything. He worries too much when he's away until he remembers you've got everything under control. He doesn't have to remind you to take your car to get fixed because you find and fix most of the problems anyways. Despite what other people may say, he never wants you to change. Never did he direct a comment about your appearance or interests/hobbies, which was refreshing to hear from him, someone you look up to. Perhaps in the past you've been told you're too tomboyish, but what's wrong with that? Can't you enjoy working on cars, getting new tattoos but also wearing dresses and going out with Phillip on cute cafe dates?

Makarov freaking loves it when you come to him asking for help on something. He loves you cozying up to him and letting him coddle you like you need it. He just can't get enough of you sliding your hand up his arm, softening your eyes when they meet his and asking for something in a gentle voice. It almost makes him laugh when he sees how different you treat him compared to others. You're a nice enough person, but you really hate it when people try you or get on your nerves. But with him? You turn into a sweetheart for him. Like a cat, you only let him stroke and pet you. You love nuzzling into his neck and letting him admire your tattoos. Probably because he's the only one who doesn't mind seeing your different sides and rarely questions your decisions. He trusts you in all your decisions because he knows you're strong and capable.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine the task force 141 falsely accusing you of being a traitor to the team. knowing your biggest fear, they use it against you. water. water, where your feet can't touch the ground. water you can't see through. at first it started with waterboarding. then slowly but surely they threatened to drop you into the pool. into the dark, deep pool. even john, who was like a father to you before, didn't help you. no. not at all. actually, he was the one who stepped into the water fully clothed, dragging your crying and squirming form with him into the bloodcurling liquid. your tears blended in with it while you we're screaming, practically begging that you were the wrong one. that you'd never do something like that. but they just stood at the edge of the pool, watching their captain almost drowning your terrified self. how would they react, when they get the information that you really weren't the one...?