#Call of Duty dog

[1-whore-1]

Some Ren Faire drawing of the boys inspired by the FallenAngel!Ghost art piece.

(All of these were requested by people on TikTok.)

Grim Reaper Ghost and Knight Soap:

Yes, Soap is heavily flirting with Ghost here.

Executioner König:

There’s two versions cause I couldn’t decide which one looked better.

And finally Assassins Keegan and Hesh with the added bonus of our favorite pup Riley:

I have three more requests left so up next are: Alex Keller, Farrah, and Logan!!!!

[bi-writes]

thinking about being the new addition to tf141. you are an asset given to laswell by the CIA, a timid little thing but your aim is always on target, and you are quiet, tech savvy, and you do as you're told. (18+, dark)

just how lieutenant riley prefers. he dwarfs you. the first time you meet, your eyes nearly come out of your head from how wide they go. he's so large, and you feel so tiny compared to him, and even though he does nothing but a disinterested once over, it is obvious to the rest of the team that you might just be his favorite.

it's most obvious in the subtle touches. when you're getting ready to jump, ghost comes up from behind and tugs on your parachute, nearly topping you over making sure it's secure. when you're getting ready in the back of the humvee, he reaches over and buckles your thigh holster for you when he notices the strap is coming loose. you nearly choke when you feel his big hand between your thighs, and you stare up at him with wide eyes when his pinkie moves up the seam of your zipper when he tugs his hand away.

and then the way he's on your six is unlike anything else. like glue, chest pressed to your back, his gloved hand squeezing your waist as he moves you every which way he pleases because you're so small to him, so easy, and he growls under his breath when he touches the curve of your hips or the fat of your ass.

maybe you might enjoy it if he wasn't so fucking awkward about it. if he didn't stare at you without blinking. if he didn't adjust his cock in his jeans right in front of you. if he didn't grip you by the back of your head, tugging you any way he wanted as if scolding a kitten using the scruff of their neck.

you think the team would notice by now--that they would step in, tell ghost to back off, but they turn a blind eye. they tolerate this behavior, and you don't know if it's because ghost is so good at his job, they don't want to, or that they are so afraid of him, they refuse to say anything.

or maybe they approve. maybe it keeps ghost at bay. maybe it keeps a lion in his den. a spider in its nest. maybe indulging ghost in his fucked form of flirting and socialization is what keeps the foundations of this team right where it needs to be--and you realize, slowly, that maybe that is why you're here.

because ghost likes them soft, and they need to put a muzzle on their dog.

so when you feel him in the dark, slipping a gloved hand under the blanket that keeps you warm at night, he is pleasantly surprised to find you awake. and even more surprised to feel your hand slipping the soft lace of your panties right into his fucking pocket.

"they teach y'that 'n basic training? how ta give y'r knickers to y'r lieutenant, eh?"

"no," you whisper, and when you meet his eyes in the dark, he looks so hungry. he's untamed, no training, he's used to getting what he wants with no resistance. you turn over in bed, and you don't get to see the way he sucks on his teeth when you let your knees fall, revealing the pretty place between your thighs, soft and puffy and wet, just waiting for a good mutt to eat her up. "but i learned other things."

"tha' right?"

"yeah," you say softly, and you turn over onto your stomach, pushing back onto your knees right in front of him. he bends, leaning over until he's pushing his masked face right into the seam of your cunt, and you grip the sheets tight when he inhales deeply, a rumble following as both of his hands grip either side of your ass and spread you open for him. you're drooling, wetting the nylon fabric, and you gasp when you feel the wet, warm muscle of his tongue suck on your folds through the mask. it's lewd, and you're wetting the material so much it sticks to the strong lines of his face, but he continues, tilting his head to the side as he laps at the pretty slick that dampens your thighs.

"what'd y'learn then, swee'eart?"

not how to fuck your lieutenant. but...you did learn to keep them happy.

"h-how to be a good girl."

and you think you feel him smile.

[yooo-lets-go]

Elias Walker father of the year

[machveil]

Roommate!Simon Riley that locks up for the night. go ahead and get ready for bed, Simon will double check that all the doors and windows are shut and locked. he wants you to feel safe in your shared apartment - he’s more than willing to protect you, but it’s still good to make sure everything is secure. if you hear something and come padding to his room all you have to do is knock, Simon’ll shove you into his room and take a look around the flat

Roommate!Simon Riley that puts your safety first - from the mundane to the unpredictable. he rests his hand on the edge of cabinets and counters when there’s a chance you could hit your head, a hand gently guiding you away from the street so he can walk closest to it. his eyes are always scanning for any danger before drifting back to you

Roommate!Simon Riley buys you pepper spray - even if you can defend yourself he’d still like for you to have a third option. what do you mean third? sure you could protect yourself, that’s a good plan b. the first option, and Simon’s favorite, is him tagging along whenever you go out. no one wants to mess with a bulky, gruff man wearing a mask, his body shielding you from any unwanted attention

Roommate!Simon Riley that has you wear his dog tags when you’re out with him. while he ignores the warmth blooming in his chest, it’s really so he can make sure you come home with him. he makes you promise that you’ll give them back to him at the end of the night - or early in the morning if it’s a really late night out. he’s not trying to ruin your chances of meeting anyone… he just wants you to come home safe and sound with him

[writingfromasgard]

"She was perfect. The only thing going for me." Simon mumbled, alcohol blazing through his veins as he leaned on Soap.

"She didnae break up wit' ya, mate. She needed tae go feed her dog." Soap snorted.

"I can still smell her perfume, Jawnny." Simon sniffled.

[wombywoo]

glasgow date 🧡

[lahnabelle]

pov: movie night with the riley’s 🫶

[reds-skull]

Soap "dog-coded" MacTavish my beloved

(This took 5 weeks help)

[euno11a]

I can imagine you getting home from work or running errands and the house is empty. You call out “Riley?” and the sweetest German shepherd pops out, holding his squeaky toy in his mouth, followed by a tall and broad military man.

“Yes, love?”

this popped into my head and I just love dog Riley and Simon Riley

[99pm-e]

Brainrot is brainrotting again guys

[whateveriwant]

He’s Simon “I Don’t Want a Dog” Riley, but when he comes home to find the new pooch you rescued, he says the reason he allows her to stay is because your puppy eyes softened him up (...sure).

He’s Simon “I Don’t Want a Dog” Riley, but less than a week into having the dog, he’s already letting her sleep on your bed because he thinks the one you bought her looks “too lumpy”.

He’s Simon “I Don’t Want a Dog” Riley, but when a clap of thunder scares the poor girl, he’s cuddled up right beside her on the couch, comforting her until the storm passes.

He’s Simon “I Don’t Want a Dog” Riley, but when you find the skull-themed bandana amongst his purchases from the pet store, he claims to have zero knowledge about how that wound up in there.

He’s Simon “I Don’t Want a Dog” Riley, but after he upgrades to a newer phone, the first pictures he takes are of your pup whilst she’s having a nap.

He’s Simon “I Don’t Want a Dog” Riley, but to celebrate her birthday, he throws her a full-blown party – complete with decorations, presents, and a homemade cake (for your birthday, he just got you a card).

He’s Simon “I Don’t Want a Dog” Riley, but when he thinks you’re not looking, he sneaks her little bites of food from his own plate.

He’s Simon “I Don’t Want a Dog” Riley, but when he accidentally steps on one of her paws, he sits there for 20 minutes apologizing profusely to her.

He’s Simon “I Don’t Want a Dog” Riley, but every time he calls home when he’s deployed, one of the first questions out of his mouth is, “How’s m– the dog doin’?”

He’s Simon “I Don’t Want a Dog” Riley, but when she finally learns the trick he’s been trying to teach her for weeks, you swear you almost see him cry.

He was Simon “I Don’t Want a Dog” Riley, but the moment that little four-legged girl wiggled her way into his life, he knew he was a goner.

[milomossy]

Apr 2023

Good boys

[yooo-lets-go]

I beg of you, I need more of your COD Ghosts content!! I love your art so much. (And I’d love to see your take on what you think Logan looks like)

Keegan did, in fact, fuck his brother 😔

[thebookbutterfly]

Tell me Simon Riley isn’t the kind of man to swear up and down that he doesn’t want a dog only for him to get immediately attached.

Nine times out of ten if you’re looking for where the puppy is, you’ll find him curled up next to Simon on the couch. The same couch Simon was insistent he didn’t want dog fur all over 2 weeks ago.

And if he wasn’t curled up next to Simon, chances are he was sleeping on top of him during Simon’s afternoon nap. Both of them snoring, as if the pup was copying him.

When Ghost comes home from deployment you’re no longer top of the greeting list. Your reunion kiss was now firmly relegated to after he had dealt with the overexcited, wiggly bundle of fur.

Nobody can change my mind about this.

[lushrue]

something something johnny being a giant showoff (nsfw, 18+)

will come home all sweaty from the gym, the length of his mohawk stuck to his forehead. he doesn’t hit the showers first, though. no, he comes straight to you and shoves his fat fucking bicep in your face. “hit a new PR today, bonnie. like wha’ ya see?”

tells you all about the shit he blows up on missions. he doesn’t really care if it’s all super classified and everything, he wants you to know just how impressive your man is. gotta make sure you know you’ve got a capable defender. always makes himself sound like james bloody bond. “ya shoulda seen it! got there right in the nick o’ time, i did! and then, kaboom!”

milks as many orgasms as he can from you when you fuck. he’s not satisfied until you’ve cum on everything he can give you. tongue, fingers, cock. he wants it all, wants you to be drunk off the pleasure only he can give you. licks the tears from your cheeks when you cry from overstimulation. “i know, lass, i know. johnny’s makin’ you feel so good, aye? you got one more in there, i know you do.”

loves to hear you babble about how big and thick he is when he’s plunging deep in your cunt. he hits all the right spots, tip nudging your cervix and making your back arch. he almost loses it when you tell him how much he’s stretching you out, how you can feel him low in your belly, carving himself a nice little space in your guts. “yeah, tha’s fuckin’ right. no one else can make you feel this good, no one else can fill up this tight fuckin’ pussy like i can.”

and you let him fill you up because you know, deep down, no one will ever compare to your johnny.

[wombywoo]

retired 🩶