#Gaz and Soap especially

[countrycritter]

Hear me out… Reader who fosters kittens when on leave 🥺

They get home from deployment just on time for their friend in the fostering program to send a pic of a box with “Kittens For Free” on the side of some rickety old backroad. And a text from her:

‘Got some kittens for you to take!! 😭’

So reader goes out there and brings them back to town and gets them evaluated. By the end of the day, Reader has a carrier of four two-week-old calicos.

And then the kitten hell begins. Feeding them every two hours, even at night. Sitting up at one in the morning cradling a mewing kitten that just wants its bottle. Weighing them to make sure they get stronger as expected from their charts. Keeping them warm with a cat plushy that has a battery operated heartbeat and heat pack.

By week two, Reader had dark eye bags but is completely overjoyed with the little kittens who are now able to wobble around after each other.

Their team, the 141, comes over for dinner and to watch the football game. They warn the guys that they have a couple of tiny visitors. They’re confused at the lack of context but brush it off and arrive at Reader’s home. Reader yells for them to quickly close the door and they look down to see four baby calicos skittering around their feet. Meowing and sniffing at these random guys they’ve never seen before.

Reader is laughing and bringing them over to the living room to introduce all the kittens.

By the end of the night, all the kittens have their favorite 141 member picked out.

A darker calico with a loud meow is lying in Price’s lap while quietly kneading and purring on his thigh.

The second calico kitten, with white socked paws, chews on Soap’s finger and attacks his hand whenever he spreads his fingers out.

The third is mostly orange with a few gray and white spots. It sits perched on Gaz’s shoulder while rubbing its soft face against his cheek and chirping quietly.

Finally the fourth kitten, one with a half-black half-orange face, naps in Ghost’s hoodie pocket. It meows every time Ghost moves to get up so he’s forced to stay in the same spot just so this tiny kitten can sleep peacefully.

Reader now has multiple pictures in their camera roll of the guys with the kitties.

The 141 will definitely be coming back before they get adopted just to see the little babies one last time.

[iifishizzleii]

“you’re just so small :(“ “he doesn’t want to hurt ur tiny body” “his fist is bigger than your womb” “his hand is the size of your entire stomach” “:( small baby no hurt by big man soldier”-

eeughhhaa🤨

brotha eeughhhaa🤢🤢🤢👹👹🤕🤒🤒🤮🤧

[hatsbuckets]

Good evening fine people of the blr. Never have I had a single omegaverse thought about the 141 once in my life. (In the 5ish months I've been knowing about them.) Or omegaverse period??? Not once outside of just like reading other people's posts. And now I have… and I kinda wanna post, but I don'---

Omega!Price never having nested before.

This man. This emotionally constipated, duty first, mother fucking man. Has never built a nest. Not once as an adult.

He absolutely repressed his instincts. Not because Omegas are seen as lesser—they’re not. Omegas are important, valuable, powerful. No, he just didn’t let himself. Didn’t have the time. The space. The luxury. Always the leader. Always on alert. Comfort was a thing for after.

And then one night, Omega!Soap finds out.

He’s drunk. Half-curled in Ghost’s lap, legs kicked up on Gaz, talking shit with his mouth full of crisps—and Price, sipping tea like the goddamn Victorian war wife he is, just says it as the conversation goes. Casual.

“Haven’t nested since I was a kid.”

Soap goes still. Blinks.

“You,” he says. Slow. Dangerous. Like a drunk man about to start a bar fight with gravity. “You fuckin’ what?”

Price doesn’t even look up. “Did as a kid. Didn’t see the point, after.”

And Soap sits up. Wrenches himself upright with all the force of a wronged man. (Gaz half prepared to catch him.)

“Ye didnae see the point?! Are ye fuckin’ mad?!”

He scrambles off the couch, finger pointed like a damn executioner. “We—we coulda had a nest! A real one! Soft an’ big an’ warm! Wi’ blankets an’ hoodies an’ shirts that smell like us! We coulda shared it! An’ you—”

He points again, accusatory. “You just decided tae go without?! Like comfort's a bloody weakness or somethin’?”

Price raises a brow. “Soap.”

“No. No.”

He turns in a wobbly little circle and points again, now at everyone.

“And you lot! You’ve all just been lettin’ him live like this?! Nik? Ghost? Gaz?!”

Gaz: “I only found out two seconds ago.”

Ghost: “I’d rather die than talk about his nesting habits."

Nik, the ever utterly unbothered Alpha, shrugs off his jacket and hands it to Soap without a word.

Soap clutches it. Breathes in deep. Nods.

“Good,” he says. “That’s a start.”

And then he storms off toward Price’s room, tripping slightly over his own feet and yelling, “Yer room’s a fuckin’ void, John! Hollow! I’m fixin’ it an’ yer gonna help me! Bring me yer hoodies! Yer old shirts! That daft jumper ye wore in Sarajevo! All of it!”

Price: “You don’t have to—”

“Nope! Won’t hear it!”

He’s already at the door. “You sit on th’ floor, you sit on th' mattress an’ drink tea in a cold barren box like a sad wee soldier ghost! Well guess what? Not on my fuckin’ watch, sir. You’re nesting tonight, whether ye like it or not!”

Price blinks. Ghost is smirking behind his hand. Nik’s already unzipping a second layer. Kyle stands up and stretches like, “Welp, better get the laundry.”

And when Price finally walks into his room ten minutes later...

Soap’s there. Sitting in the middle of a pile of hoodies, jackets, jumpers, and soft things stolen from every member of the team. He’s building it with frantic precision. Muttering under his breath. “Too cold on this side. Needs another jumper. Where’s that shirt—oh there ye are, sweetheart.”

And there’s already a space in the middle.

Left open. Waiting.

Price stares at it for a long moment. Then shrugs off his hoodie. Adds it to the pile.

Just to help.

That’s all.

(And then Soap looks up at him, flushed and stubborn and very clearly drunk, and says, “In ye get, then,” and Price sighs but yeah. He gets in.)

[fairyboygenius]

favorite dynamic is a reader who either doesn’t get nervous/embarrassed easily or is just really fucking good at pretending not to be nervous with a character who is so used to people being nervous around him if they want him romantically. so now character is constantly spiraling like “do they want me or not” meanwhile reader is doodling wedding invitations and matching tombstones whistling away

[wholives-whodies-whotellstory]

yes hello my wonderful beautiful lovely children I finally have a meme for you today

yes it is cod no I do not take constructive criticism (I will cry)

k bye bye love y'all :3

[meralasan]

Gaz is finally getting the attention he deserves 😌🫶

and this time I didn't even have to crop it for tumblr! that's a success, right? ... right...?

[myfamilycrestisthedemonofdeath]

Because the start of Pride month is also my birthday, and I also haven't stopped thinking about it, I'm celebrating my ass with this.

Maybe a younger-looking f! reader gets flirted at in one of the bars you visited and the 141 men are jealous for a different reason.

~~

Let's say that you wanted to go out with the 141 men for drinks but because of previous problems with other men, you decide to maybe dress up like a man to not get bothered. You got a tight tank inside a loose shirt, maybe one of Gaz's caps you borrowed (begged until he gave it to you) pulled low on your head, some baggy pants and whatever oversized army jacket you find, and when you look at the mirror, you look passably like a boy pretending to be an adult.

The men, most likely Johnny and/or Kyle, tease you for your look even if you retort that it's for your comfort. John probably crinkles his nose a little as he tell you that you didn't need to do that as they are there to stop those sort of interactions for you, with Simon humming in agreement, which is great and all but they can get very suffocating in their protection.

So you all get to a nearby bar that has a decent number of people in it; a lot of folks trying to escape the boring humdrum of life by spicing it up with some liquor. Men and women alike all staring once you all walk in, not that you think they are staring at you, more than likely staring at your companions who are definitely impressive.

Big, muscular men towering over your form, concealing you from most eyes, which you are thankful for. Social anxiety is a big problem for you, and being in the limelight does you no good unless it is among people you know.

Simon probably buys the first round, while you all cram yourselves in a booth or a corner with a view of the entire place, just as a habit. Most of the people's interest and wayward stares towards your group dies down unless one of you stands up to grab another round of drinks.

On your turn to grab the drinks, you end up next to a woman by the bar stools, after more folks come in and crowd the bartender. You recognize her as the "pretty lass" Johnny had heavily gushed about, making him take a lot longer in grabbing all of your drinks, and the one Kyle had striked up a conversation too on his turn, trying to charm her with his pretty eyes.

As you wait for the bartender to be free for your order, the woman strikes up a conversation with you.

"You don't look old enough to be here in this bar. Is the mohawk and his group your brothers?", she inquires with a smile.

"You can say that," you say, adding, "although he is definitely adopted".

She giggles, and you sneak a glance over to your group to realize that they are staring at you two, Johnny frantically waving and motioning for you to get her number, pointing at him and audibly mouthing "please please please". Kyle's shaking his head trying to stiffle his laughter, and John and Simon are both looking on in amusement.

"Well," she says, "adopted or not, you all look very handsome."

"Thank you, you look very beautiful too," you shyly reply, because what are you supposed to say to a compliment like that?

The bartender finally approaches you two, and they take one look at you before asking for your ID, which you sheepishly provide. The woman beside you introduces herself as Rebecca, giggling all the while the bartender checks over your information. You hear squawks of laughter that you recognize as Johnny, and as you glance back at them, you see Kyle and him exchanging money.

"Bastards took a bet on me getting ID'ed," you mutter under your breath as you get it back and order your round of drinks.

"You should spit in their drinks," Rebecca suggests. "Or I could do it for you if you want."

"I dunno, they might like that and think of it as a reward," you snort. "They might bother you more now that they see you talking to me," you add.

"Hmmmm, I might just have the idea to mess with them then," she says, and beckons you a little closer with a conspiratorial wink.

"Let's hear it," you say, but then you are taken aback as she holds your face and gives you a kiss on your cheek, and multiple more all over your face. Your eyes widen in shock, mouth opening in surprise at her. She giggles at your reaction, still craddling your face in her hands.

"Oooooh, my lipstick looks good on you," she says, smudging some of the marks on your face.

"I-I'm a girl," you stammer out, feeling a little light-headed and out of breath, as you hear the bartender approach with your ordered drinks.

"Oh, even better," she purrs out, before pulling your face closer to hers, but this time, planting a kiss right on your open mouth, not even hesitating to reach her tongue out to yours.

Simon says it was probably about 10 seconds of kissing, before she pulls away, writes something on her napkin and hands it to you before sending you back to your table with your drinks. You don't remember, brain shutting down as soon as your lips touched, just knowing she had soft lips and that she smelled great.

You barely register Johnny and Kyle clammoring over you and fussing that you got to their choice first. What you do notice is when John and the other two give Simon some bills, as you just barely hear Simon's whisper, "Told ya she'll get someone still".

[deadunderorbit]

Once again crying because of the height differences between Soap and any other tf141 member

[reds-skull]

Today I decided to be brave and try and sketch out how I imagine the motorcycles would look for the Cyberknights AU

Putting a horse head on a bike was harder than I thought it would... but for the literal first time drawing one, I think I did alright

Also redesigned Gaz because I hated his previous one, now he looks much cooler (and there's more emphasis on the Aether tech he uses as an Aether expert)

[c-h-a-r-n-i-k]

me when im enjoying a BEAUTIFUL, SCRUMPTIOUS—FLAVORSOME, even—piece of art of one of my favorite boys…

and they have ZERO HAIR. no arm fur, no thigh fluff, no chest tufts.

SHAVEN.

..BALD.

give my boys some hair.. 😟

edit: GRAMPS NEEDS HIS DAD BOD TOO. you cannot convince me that man doesn’t have one NOR can you convince me that he isn’t the human equivalent of a bear.

[lxvvie]

Bestie im moving homes this week and i tried to lift my couch down 2 flights of stairs and almost died like

Can i PLEASE hire 4 141 dudes to move my stuff so i dont die 😂💀

There was a steep grassy hill next to the last flight of stair so i put it in a large carpt and pushed it down lol

Lettuce pray for you. 🙏

But no really, I'd two-step on their dicks, hoola-hoop on them shits, doing surfboards and splits if they moved my stuff out for me.

I'd cook for them and everything, too, because moving is the damn ghetto lmao.

[hatsbuckets]

I AM DOWN BAD FOR FICTIONAL, EMOTIONALLY REPRESSED, (SLIGHTY OLDER) MEN WITH KILL COUNTS AND ITS NOT A HYPERFIXATION ANYMORE

IT SIMPLY IS

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

WHAT DO I DO

horny

[arctichotch]

if they kill any of my boys in MW3 it’s over for them

[snootlestheangel]

I love seeing all the different perspectives of the COD fandom when it comes to if we had an opportunity to be in a room with them for like a day or something

The X Readers being feral over our big bois and talking about the different things they'd let the guys do (girlie same /gn)

"If I had the guys alone in a room I'd make them food and take care of them for once"

"I'd ask them lots of questions"

I'd force them to sit through the very long and detailed Overwatch Lore PowerPoint presentation

We are not the same

[soaps-mohawk]

I love chapter nine 😩 I will say if I was in there I’d be so insufferable💀 cause I’d suddenly be giggling for the rest of the week thinking about Saturday but to the rest of the team I’d look insane💀

Haha you and me both 😂 they'd be so sick of me lol thankfully that scene happens like Thursday night so there's not that much of a wait 💚💚

[criminalamnesia]

would you ever write for graves or gaz?

yes!!! I definitely have plans of writing for Gaz and soap! I’ve never written graves before, but that’s something I would definitely consider doing :))