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Thinking about how Simon checks for a pulse and then he doesn’t feel Johnny’s pulse
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Chapter 1: We Need a Medic
Not edited or beta read or anything, just getting my idea out I guess.
Pairing: Poly141xOriginal Character (I might turn it into a reader but I don’t know)
Warnings: military inaccuracies, medical inaccuracies, COD inaccuracies, A/B/O dynamics
John Price looks up from his stack of papers as a frantic knock sounds on his door. “Enter” he calls out, the door flying open almost immediately. Gavin, the most recent Beta medic comes in, his moves frantic as he stares at the head Alpha of Pack 141. “I quit, I’m done. I’ve met a lot of crazy Alpha’s but he tried to rip my throat out!” Gavin yells as he stares at John. John gives a sigh as he nods.
“I’ll have your papers sent by the end of day.” He says as the Beta leaves quickly, the scent of fear and panic permeates the office causing John to crinkle his nose.
John stands from his desk with a groan as he makes his way to the side of the barracks that houses the medical office.
When he enters the medical office the smell of burning rubber hits his nose, angry Alpha. John’s nose crinkles as he breathes it in, followed by a calming smell of rain. When he enters the room completely he sees Simon sitting on the medical bed with Johnny pressed to his chest, in an attempt to calm him.
“Scared another one away huh Ghost?” John sighs as he meets the angry eyes of Simon behind his black balaclava. “Trying to poke around when I told him I was fine.” Simon grunts out, causing John to shake his head. “How copy?” John sighs as he runs a hand through his beard. “Solid cap, it was just a scratch.” Simon responds as he motions with his chin to the wound on his arm where a bullet grazed him on the last mission. John nods as he turns and heads back to his office. John shuts the door behind him and sits at his desk with a sigh. He reaches for the cigar box on his desk, quick to light one to attempt to calm his nerves.
The shrill sound of his office phone takes his attention as he sighs again and reaches for it. “Price” he says only as he places the receiver to his ear. “Trouble in paradise I see.” A female voice comes from the other end. “Hi Kate” John grunts as he leans back in his chair. “Ghost chased away another medic I see.” Kate sighs as John grunts in affirmation. “Word travels fast, poor pup just quit.” John says as he ashes the cigar into the tray on his desk. “I have a suggestion.” Kate says, her tone serious. “and that would be?” John groans as he rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “You’ll see when I land ETA 15 minutes.” Kate simply says before the line goes silent. John places the phone back on the receiver and lets out a loud huff.
John sighs as he stands at the hangar watching at the helicopter descends to the landing pad. Once the helicopter is stopped the door open and out steps Kate Laswell. “Good to see you old man.” Kate calls, causing John to roll his eyes as he takes her hand in greeting. The two of them head off of the air field and into the cart to take them to his office. “I hope this suggestion of yours is going to solve my medic problem.” John states as he glances at Kate. Kate gives a small nod as the cart stops and they step out, heading to his office.
Once the door is closed Kate pulls a file out and drops it on John’s desk. “Former sniper, marine trained medic, more than capable of handling all of your men especially Simon. Feral gives just as much as they take. I guarantee they’ll survive here.” Kate says matter of factly. John eyes the file suspiciously. He opens it and notices the first page, the profile page is missing. “Kate-“ he starts but is silenced as Kate shakes her head. “Read it first before I give you the profile. Make your decision based on skill before anything else.” Kate says, her tone shifting, her inner Alpha coming out. John sighs as he reads through the file, his eyebrows raising at the scores and recommendations this medic has received.
“Sniper to medic huh?” John says as he eyes Kate curiously. “Wanted a change of pace.” Kate says, but it’s obvious there’s something she isn’t saying. “Look, this medic seems great but I know there’s more to it. I can’t have another Alpha here. It’s already difficult with me and Ghost. Ghost is an apex, his instincts are stronger than even mine, a third Alpha could be dangerous.” John says as he stares at her. Kate shakes her head. “Not an Alpha, I promise.” She responds. “Would you hire them?” Kate watches as John nods. “They look like a dream come true but I know you’re not telling me the whole story.” John leans back as Kate nods. “So, feral, Sargent Lee, will be here tomorrow to start her new job.” Kate says, causing John to nod. “Here’s the profile.” Kate smirks as she tosses a paper down causing John’s eyes to widen. The profile shows a young woman, barely 30, the name Aurora Lee underneath and in bold letters it states ‘Classification : OMEGA’. John’s eyes shoot to Kate as she stands there smirking. “Your new medic is an Omega and I promise you she isn’t like an Omega you have met before.” Kate states, causing John to growl slightly. “This won’t end well.” He says as he shakes his head. “I think it will end perfectly.” Kate smiles as she turns to leave his office. “I’ll see you tomorrow when she arrives.” Kate calls as the door shuts. John stares at the picture of his new medic, his new omega medic with a sigh. “The boys are going to flip.” He mutters to himself.
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thinking about widowed!reader struggling after Johnny’s untimely death. And trust me when I say it was really untimely.
You’d nearly saved up enough money to move from your (not-too-bad) high end apartment to a countryside house, You were days away from your 3rd year anniversary and then there was the whole daughter situation.
As in, the daughter you both raised. The very same daughter he promised he’d return too after this mission.
It almost makes you chuckle. Especially when watching his video logs. Some of them he’s just talking to himself, same old Johnny talking about how the clouds seem slightly greyer for a day in June. Or one where he’s sat on the balcony of your old apartment sipping a latte.
Then you find the one of him after you told him you were pregnant. It’s clear that it was midnight, the sky looks pitch black, you had to have been asleep. You hold your breath as you see him adjust the camera and sit on the toilet seat.
“Where do I even start?” He says to the lens, his thick accent echoing through the bathroom. Johnny’s eyes look a bit teary but he clears his throat anyway.
“Y/N’s just told me some news. Some life changing news actually..” He sighs. “And you know, I’m happy. Who wouldn’t be, it’s a great thing.”
He continued, “But I’m scared. I’m not worthy of her, let alone a baby. I dunno…The kid may hate me. I’m gonna be away on these crap missions, away from their mum…It’ll be rough.”
You watch as he lets out a tired groan. He’s so beautiful, the thought crosses your mind. You’ve never not been lost in his eyes, “I hope it’s a girl. Too many lads in our family. I’ll be breaking a curse. And I know Y/n will be a great mum. That’s what soothes me.”
A tear escapes your eye before the next video plays automatically. The clip shows Johnny with your baby girl on his chest. Moments of caring for her after the premature birth flashes in your mind as you watch him stroke her back.
She’s sleeping snug on his chest as he records her. “She sleeps like her mum.” He whispers, making sure the bass in his voice doesn’t wake her up. Johnny was thoughtful like that. “So peaceful, aren’t you, bonnie?”
He places a kiss on her forehead which causes her to stir lightly, “No no no! Don’t wake up…If your mum knew you weren’t in your crib because of me, she’ll kill me.”
But much to Johnny’s dismay, his baby girl begins to cry and it is loud. A laugh escapes your lips as the video ends abruptly.
A couple of more videos play, one from your daughter’s first birthday, to him secretly filming the engagement ring next to you whilst you were sleeping to honeymoon vlogs. It felt like a trip down memory lane.
But then a particular video began to play.
It was the Cyprus holiday. You remember that day because your daughter begged to go one the beach as you were leaving the next day to return to the UK. Even more bittersweet as Johnny left for another mission when you returned.
The video starts and Johnny is sat on the sand in his trunks, sun glasses resting on his head, “My girls are playing in the water and I am far too tired to join them.”
“Daddy! Look!” Her angelic, tiny voice shouts and Johnny turns the camera to her. Swiftly, she picks up a bucket of water and splashes it on Johnny’s toes. “You devil! Come here you-”
The sound of Johnny’s teasing along with your child’s giggles earns another tear. But you don’t notice it. You smile.
And then Johnny sits back down and points the camera at you, who is also in the water. Against the blushing sky, your silhouette is immediately the focus of the video.
“My beautiful wife…She’s so pretty..” He sighs. The compliments earns a smile from your lips.
“Look at that ass. Wow, that’s all me!” He chuckles, and so do you. “We might have a second one on the way sooner rather than later.”
Your husband turns the camera back to him, “Well, bye for now, I’m gonna go spend time with my family.”
The camera is propped up against some object as Johnny runs up to you and picks you up, peppering you with kisses before his daughter begs for her dad to prop her on his shoulders.
From another pair of eyes, they’d see the perfect family, or the goal. But your eyes won’t ever be the same after seeing his autopsy, his funeral, his badge.
But you smile regardless. Because he’s there.
He always will be.
BONUS:
“Hey, dad…” She whispers, staring at the grey headstone. The tulips rests next to his name as the sun shines down on her. It’s quiet, like how mornings with her did used to be.
She hasn’t visited his grave in years, not coming to terms with him really being gone. But with her wedding quickly approaching, all that was on her mind was some one on one time with her daddy.
“You would like him, dad. He’s great. Mum loves him because he can cook..” A chuckle leaves her lips, “Mum says that his carbonara may be a little better than yours but…I never trued yours so I can’t compare…”
Her voice dies down as she continues. The absence of memories is what really gets to her. She should have had father days, she should of had christmases with him, she should’ve had her father/daughter dance for her wedding.
But she’ll never have that.
“Uncle Riley and Uncle Price like him…took them a while. It was a lot of questions..” She smiles reminiscing on the nearly 5hr sit down they had with her fiancé.
Unbeknownst to her, a tear left her eye. She stroked the headstone and sighed, “I’ll start to visit more, I promise. I just can’t…”
The steadiness of her voice breaks as a mini sob erupts from her, “I don’t like seeing you like this. I miss you so much, daddy.”
i remember seeing a tiktok/reel of a woman with stones that were made from her dads ashes and it made me tear up
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Soap : I’m starting to think that no one can beat Y/N
Gaz : what are you talking about?
Gaz : I can beat Y/N 😌
Soap : You’re not beating Y/N in a fight Gaz 🙄
Gaz : Oh, you mean in a fight?
Gaz : I can’t beat Y/N in a fight!
Soap : what did you think I meant? 🤨
Gaz : haha… *looks away*
Soap : 👁👁 WHAT DID YOU MEAN—
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141 Leaving their partner to keep them safe
A/N: G/N reader, this was inspired by Eyes Without a Face by Billy Idol which I've been listening to repeat for like an hour. Such a vibe.
Warnings: Angst
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Gaz
It had been a decision that had kept him up for nights. One her eventually went to Price about. "You have to do what you think is right Gaz. This isn't a decision I can make for you." John has told him, face soft with pity. He didn't envy the position Kyle was in.
So he took you out, gave you the best night he possibly could. On the now dark beach he took your hand, sat down the pair of you on a public chair. The roar of waves in the background. "I wanted to do everything I possibly could with you tonight." He swallowed and let out a deep breath.
"Kyle? Is everything alright." He couldn't look at you, couldn't look at those eyes of yours.
"I won't be able to see you anymore."
"You- huh? What do you mean?"
"I'm breaking up with you. You're a distraction at work, I can't focus when I'm thinking about you." His words had a sliver of truth to them, yes you distracted him sometimes but it was never a problem. It was never something he couldn't control. The real reason had been an attack on a number of SAS operatives' families. Leaked files that had compromised a number of people. Some had died. Kyle hadn't been compromised or had his file leaked but it was still a very real threat.
It has put his entire life into a new perspective.
Eventually he made up his mind. "It's not your fault, I don't think I can be in a relationship at all. It isn't a fit with my life anymore, I'm sorry."
"I... see." You looked over to the ocean. "I thought tonight you were going to… I don't know what I thought tonight was going to be. Not this. I hope your career works out well for you." Your voice went from broken to stoic. Almost emotionless. Kyle wanted to comfort you, to hold you close but he didn't. It wouldn't help you, it would only help him. Kyle knew he had been selfish enough that night.
So Kyle watched as you got up from the public chair. "You can get your stuff from my house tomorrow when I'm at work. I don't want it." From stoic to angry.
"Let me take you home, it's late."
"Piss off Kyle. I'll get an uber. You worry about where you're spending the night." There was an anger that bubbled in your chest, hand clenched. Despite your anger directed to him, it was more at yourself. That you ever thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.
Without looking at him you started to walk off, a mutter beneath your breath. "I hate the fucking beach."
Ghost
A single picture. One you would never know about. It was of you, a smile on your face as you candidly looked to the side. You had been drawing the curtains closed. A picture that you never knew and would never know was taken.
A single picture that had been sent to Ghost.
A single picture that had made him make up his mind.
Ghost had made sure to clean out all evidence of himself from your house while you were out shopping. That day he helped you unpacked. A smile had been plastered from one side of your face to the other. You had been so happy for his return, so happy to see him again. "I don't love you anymore." He had said those words when you sat down on the couch next to him. For a second you thought it was just a cruel joke. But you searched his eyes, searched that masked face of his.
"What?"
"Nothing more to it." He stood up from the couch and you jumped up after him.
"Is there someone else?"
"No, there's nothing that happened. Don't overthink it. People fall out of love sometimes."
"Can I do something to make you fall back in love? We can get through this, this doesn't have to be the end of the road. Simon if your scared if we are going too fast or-"
"-No. Nothing you say will change this." His movements were rigid, tense as he walked towards the door. Ready to vanish into the night to never be seen again.
"Simon-" Your bottom lip quivered and your eyes were big while you started at the back of his head.
"Don't call me that. Find someone that can love you the way you love me, because I can't."
Price
It had been a month. A month since work had been brought home. Back on your feet, the bruises had faded. Wrapped up on the couch a figure moved in the corner of your eye. "John?" No answer. You frowned and pushed the blankets off your body. The cool air hit your legs and you shuffled towards his figure. You could have sworn you heard the small click of the front door opening.
"John?" He froze with his hand on the door, a bag slung over his shoulder. "Do you have another mission? I suppose I can't keep you here all the time." You smiled and he nodded. He returned the smile but there was something in his eyes. A sadness, a deep sadness. "Do you know when you will be back?"
"No." His eyes broke eye contact. "Let me go out this in the car and I'll be back to say goodbye." Before you could open your mouth he had pushed open the door and disappeared.
True to his word he came back to the front door and opened his arms wide, welcoming you into him as he usually did. You hurried your face into his chest and your hands practically clawed into his shirt. A gentle kiss blessed the top of your head.
Slowly you pulled back from him, eyes glazed as you looked into his. "You're not coming back are you?"
He froze and his face turned into one of pity. "You always were a smart thing." His head gently started to stroke your hair.
"Was it something I did John? Is there something that I didn't do? Is there-"
"-Shh shhh, I promise you. It was nothing you did. It's not you. You're perfect, too perfect for me. But I have to focus on work."
"John no please- don't-." You choked on your words, a sob ripped from your as you buried your face back into his chest.
"I'm so sorry. Shhh shhh. Everything will be okay. You still have your whole life ahead of you."
"But I don't want that without you John please don't leave. I love you please, please, please, I love you so much I'll do anything please John." Your begs were interpreted as he grasped both sides of your face with his hands. His brows were furrowed and tears threatened to spill from his eyes.
His lips pressed against yours only for a moment. "I love you too sweetheart. Please don't make this harder. I have to do what I have to do."
"John." He let go of you and started to turn but you grabbed his arm. "John please."
His shoulders tensed and his breath frosted in the cold air. John didn't try to pull from you, he didn't say a word yet the request to let go was loud in the air.
"I love you John. I'll never forget about you."
"Forget about me. Please, it would be kinder."
"John!" You let go of his arm and sunk to your knees, watching him go.
Soap
Graves's words rung in his head. Even after his death, the man still managed to make his life a living hell. "Heard you got a sweetheart back at home McTavish." If he hadn't been in the middle of throwing out the C4 there was a very real possibility that Graves's words would have made him freeze.
"Perhaps when I'm done here I'll go show them what a real man is. A real soldier. Perhaps be their shoulder to cry on. Then the second they get over you- make them mine. Will never think about your sorry ass again."
That final C4 has really made it truly satisfying to wipe whatever smirk that was on his face into smithereens.
The more Soap thought about it though, the more it worried him. If Graves knew you were existed then who else did? What if Shepard wanted to use you against him? What if someone else turned?
He could let that happen to you. At the same time, Johnny was scare. Terrified, he couldn't face breaking your heart. As much as he thought you deserved to be told face to face, he couldn't. "I'm a fucking coward." He hissed to himself, his handwriting messy as he finished scribbling down the piss poor excuse of a break up.
You were so peaceful in your once shared bed. Content. A mood that would drastically change at your wake. When you would find him long gone. Only a note for an excuse. Johnny taped the small note to his pillow and made the bed. You stired a little in the bed but didnt wake from your deep sleep.
In a moment of weakness, Johnny sat down on the bed. He lay down backwards so his head was on your chest. Eyes closed he could almost imagine the way your hands would thread through his hair. He could almost imagine that laughter that he would never hear again. "I love you." A small whiper into the darkness. With a deep breath he slowly moved forward. Still so peaceful asleep, he left, a final glance at the doorway.
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Entanglement (1/2)
PAIRING: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Medic F!Reader
A/N: my little contribution to the 141 challenge by the amazing @glitterypirateduck || but I was very tipsy when I wrote this and am very tipsy as I post it sO IT DOESNT COUNT DO NOT PERCEIVE ME || I WILL SOBER WRITE A PART 2 PROMISE
Prompts used: Military Base, Dude in Distress, Take care of each other (helping w/bath, stitches, haircut, sickness, etc.), “Who did this to you?”
Part 1 || Part 2 ||
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The base is quiet this time of year—it’s nice. The quiet is obviously preferable to the chaos, and sometimes you like just sitting with your thoughts in your cozy little nook on base. There are a handful of people around, all of whom you liked, one of whom you really liked, but you’d bite your tongue off before you ever said that out loud. Especially to him.
And it’s like you’ve summoned him by just the power of your thoughts, because he walks into your little office with his hand clenched tight over his bleeding arm (that you had just sutured) and a large smile on his face. His eyes dart around quickly and then come back to yours happily, grin widening from noting that you were the only one in the infirmary at that moment.
“You’re a fucking idiot.” You use your chin to point at the leaking bandage over his arm, and start to gather your supplies.
But Soap’s never been one to dwell. “Yeah,” he agrees, easily. “Go’ me here though, didn’ it, bonnie?”
“What happened? Who did this to you?”
He leans closer and whispers, conspiratorially. “Very bad men, bonnie. But ah’ll keep them away from you, promise.”
You shake your head and turn away, having to pretend to grab something from behind you so that your charming, gorgeous hunk of a patient doesn’t see your shy smile. “You’re bleeding out again, MacTavish. I need to fix this. Again.”
“Oh, bonnie, y’er the only who can,” he sighs, dramatically, and. It’s stupid. It’s such a stupid fucking line but you still want to find somewhere to hide, your smile finally spilling out into your cheeks.
MacTavish is a shameless flirt. Everyone knows this, it’s a very ill-kept secret, not that Johnny would want it to be a secret at all. It comes naturally to him—stupid words spew out of him and suddenly, you want to cover your heated cheeks with your palms and look anywhere but into his bright blue eyes.
He waits for you to look back at him, and you have to roll your eyes at the giddy grin he wears on his face.
“Alright then, sergeant, let’s see the damage, shall we?”
“Oh the damage is far too deep t’fix, luv,” he says, but grins and extends his arm for you to look at anyway.
The sight of his blood-covered arm makes you wince in sympathy, and you start to slowly unwrap the gauze and tape around his arm before you clean his wound. The wound on his arm looks angry and almost pulses in front of your eyes, and he winces and groans as you begin to suture. You shush him quietly everytime, and try to concentrate—really, you do—but you can feel his eyes on your face.
When you look back up at him, he doesn’t even do you the courtesy of looking away. No, the man makes eye contact with you, eyes shining.
It takes you some effort to rearrange your features into the look of mild tiredness that you wear around him often. “Can I help you, MacTavish?”
“‘Fraid I’m beyond y’help, bonnie,” he grins, cocky and sure, and so fucking handsome. “Though…y’could go out wi’me. Might make me hurt less.”
“God,” you say, rolling your eyes. “You know that I can’t.” His pout makes you laugh, and you stand up to go wash your hands. Before you get too far away from him, though, you feel warm fingers wrap around your wrist and squeeze gently.
“MacTavish,” you whisper. “We can’t.” The words are insistent, and you put what feels like considerable effort into sounding like you mean them, but your attention is caught by the slow, almost hypnotic motion of his ridiculously pink tongue wetting his lips. When your eyes finally meet his, you already know what he’s going to say.
“You could, though, bonnie. Y’could go out wi’me.”
“Johnny…”
“Could make it worth y’while,” he whispers, suggestively, and this time it’s his eyes that linger on your lips before they come back up to meet yours. “Keep the bad men away from ya, if you'd like” His words are flirty and unserious, as usual, but God, does he manage to look earnest as he says them.
"All of them?" you wonder out loud.
His eyes shine as you play along. He considers your words for a moment. "No. Not all of 'em."
“We could be caught,” you counter. “Won’t your Captain have your head for it?”
“‘N I'd happily go out for you, sweet girl.”
You shake your head as you write him a prescription for the pain. “You’re incorrigible. I’m not going to be reassigned because you’re horny, Sgt. MacTavish.”
“Horny,” he gasps in mock-horror. “Horny? Ahm’ here out of m’mind in love, hen! Horny, she says!” He shakes his head and his smile dims a little, but only for a second, before his eyes light up, wickedly. “Consider it. We’d make bonnie children, aye?”
You freeze because���what is there to even say to that.
When he kisses your cheek and whistles cheerily on his way out, you do find yourself considering it.
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Cod characters as Hozier songs~
Price, Alex , simon, Valeria, Alejandro, Graves, Nikto
Soap, Gaz, Konig, Horangi , Keegan , roach, Farah, Rodolfo, Hesh
Simon, Valeria, Keegan , Logan, Graves, Nikto, Konig
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5 reasons you’ve cried while pregnant
Johnny “Soap” McTavish
Simon “Ghost” Riley addition here
John Price addition here
Tagging: @birthofvcnus
1. Poor johnny got the shot end of the stick when you became pregnant, you were mean. Pickles were something you craved and sheathed you liked them before or not, you sure as hell did now. But to make Johnny's life a little harder, it had to be the McDonald’s pickles.
“I just need a lot of pickles, like a lot.” Johnny says to the women at the register.
“Sir, I can’t give just pickles.” She tells him.
Johnny takes a deep breath, “I cannot and will not go home without the pickles, my wife is pregnant and mean. Please, I need the pickles I'll pay for a whole meal, please.” Johnny says, begging the poor woman. She walks away for a few trying to see what she should do.
She comes back, a very large jar of pickles, “on the house. Good luck.” She tells him.
You nearly cry at the sight of pickles and to the generous lady at McDonald’s. Full on sobbing
2. It’s month 5 and you’ve been on a silent hunt for a puppy. Simon's wife had put her mind on adopting a puppy after she adopted a cat. It’s all you wanted now but to no avail, you couldn’t find the right one.
You sit on the couch sobbing. Wet tears drip onto your laptop that laid on your lap. Johnny comes in rushing to your side asking what was wrong.
“I can’t find the perfect puppy. All of them are perfect!” You cry. He’s confused, he never talked about adopting a dog.
“Since when we’re we getting a dog?” He asked, nope, wrong thing to say.
You sob even harder, “I knew you wouldn’t say yes so I wasn’t gonna say anything! Now I can’t even get a puppy.” You wail loudly.
Johnny is confused about what to do or say, he remembers Simon telling him about his wife’s random outbursts but he never understood until now, just gotta agree and deal with it, and be nice! Simon told him one day.
3. This sandwich you ate was stellar, everything about it was perfect, but as it got smaller and smaller your face frowned more. Johnny notices your face scrunching up. “What’s wrong lass?” He asks you.
Tears form in your eyes, “it’s just so good, I don’t want it to end.” You sniffle. At least you weren’t having a break down.
“I can make you another one?” Johnny asked softly rubbing your lower back.
“Just like this one? The same amount of meat, cheese and pickles, do not forget the pickles!” You exclaim, pointing a finger at him as Johnny gets up. As long as you weren’t incolsable, he’d make twenty more.
4. You were angrier this last term. You were miserable carrying the weight of your already 10-pound baby, “fucking hell.” You yell as the baby kicks.
“I swear to fucking god Johnny, I’m going to hit you if you ever put a baby in me again!” You randomly snap at him on the couch.
By now he’s used to it, he just nods and lays a hand on your thigh. He hears the familiar sniffle from next to him and he sees you have tears running down your cheeks, “Sorry Johnny.” You whisper now feeling guilty for snapping at him.
“It’s okay sweets, I know you don’t mean anything.” He says pulling you to his side, placing a hand on your belly and rubbing soothing circles.
5. Johnny sits in a debriefing meeting with Simon and Price when his phone starts to vibrate, the screen facing down. By the second vibrating sound going off Johnny turns his phone over and sees your pretty face light up the screen, “hold on, sorry.” He says Walking outside the door.
“Hi baby,” he cheerfully says.
“Well, I’m glad you having a grand time while I’m fucking not.” You yell through the phone, obviously crying. Johnny pulls the phone away from his ears and the boys laugh after hearing you scream.
“What’s wrong honey?” He asked, being very careful on how he sounds.
“I’m hitting every single red light on this 20-mile road and I’m so upset.” You sob into the phone, “like why can’t I just get a green light so I can get home quicker!” You whine with a broken sob.
“Honey, sometimes we can’t control the lights. Why don’t we do the breathing exercises together to calm you down, yeah lass?” He asked.
After finally calming you down and getting you through three more red lights, you were almost home. He walks back into the meeting when price speaks, “Our wives, they are crazy.”
“Yeah, mine is pregnant again, so we have a hamster now.” Simon scoffs, “mine is worse.” He finishes.
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Chapter 2 pt 1!
(Also I am sorry in advance)
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Chapter 2: Meeting the Pack
Pairings: GhostxSoap, PricexGaz, Poly141xOrignal Character
Warnings: sexual situations, oral (male giving and receiving), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, military inaccuracies, medical inaccuracies
The rec room is loud, a football match blasting on the TV while Kyle and Johnny sit on the couch and yell at the screen. Ghost is sitting in his usual spot, a chair in the corner, he’s watching the two Betas as they drink beer and scream at the match.
The smell of tobacco and pine fills the room as John makes his way inside. He stops in front of the TV causing the two Betas to groan. “Cap, come on!” Kyle yells before sitting back after a glare from his Alpha. “Conference room in ten minutes.” John says gruffly before he heads out the door.
Johnny and Kyle look at each other curiously before turning to Ghost. ��Is it a new mission?” Kyle asks the other Alpha, assuming he has an answer. “Beats me” Ghost grunts as he stands up, making his way to the conference room.
Inside the conference room, John sits in the usual spot at the head of the table, Kyle on one side with Ghost sitting opposite him with Johnny to his side. The two Betas and other Alpha look to their captain expectantly.
“Tomorrow at 0700 our new medic will be arriving.” John says flatly as he tosses a file onto the table. Ghost is the first to reach for it. His eyes widen behind his balaclava as he looks at John. “Seriously?” He growls out slightly, his scent growing stronger with irritation, the smell of tobacco and gunpowder starting to fill up the room. “That’s enough Simon.” John says, his voice projecting more, his Alpha coming out. Simon grumbles as he leans back, relaxing himself, the scent of rain and citrus coming from Johnny causing him to relax slightly. John shares a look with Johnny, a small thank you.
Johnny hesitantly reaches for the file, his own eyes widening as he opens it. “Sir-“ Johnny starts but is cut off quickly. “It’s our only option. Kate speaks highly of her, her classification shouldn’t put a damper on things. Kate seems to think this medic can handle this team and I’m willing to give her a chance.” John says, staring at Ghost pointedly. “We need a medic, who won’t run when Simon bares his teeth.” John states, causing Kyle and Johnny to nod.
“We are a pre-established pack. No one is sending this Omega in with hopes of one mating her. She is here to do her job and work on this task force.” John sighs as he leans back in his chair. “That being said, if something is to arise, as is nature, it would be allowed.” He sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. The other men around the table nod, but Ghost has his eyes set firmly on the file, reading through it, shocked at the skill results and recommendations this young Omega had received.
“Everyone get some rest. We will meet our new teammate in the morning and we will see where things go from there. You’re dismissed.” John says as he watches Ghost and Simon leave. He closes his eyes as he relaxes in his chair. The smell of linen and spearmint fills the room, a presence moving behind John’s chair. John sighs as he feels two hands run down his chest. “Long day Alpha?” Kyle practically purrs, his inner Beta longing to make his Alpha comfortable and to ease his stress.
“You have no idea pup.” John growls out and opens his eyes to stare up at his Beta. “Let me make it better sir?” Kyle whispers, easily slipping into the more submissive side of his classification. John releases a low rumble, his scent darkening with arousal as he stands up and leads Kyle down the hall to his quarters.
As they walk past Ghost's door the sounds of Johnny whining and Ghost grunting can be heard. John smirks as Kyle’s scent darkens as well, his arousal shining through as he hears his packmates. John opens his door and practically drags Kyle inside before shutting it.
John’s scent is much stronger in his room, permeating every inch. A small lamp is on the bedside table casting a faint glow over the tidy room. Kyle only has seconds for his eyes to adjust before John leads him towards the large bed in the middle.
John takes a seat on the edge of the bed and fixes Kyle with a smoldering stare. “Make your Alpha feel better pup.” John practically growls as Kyle smiles. Kyle sinks to his knees between John’s spread thighs, his nimble fingers making quick work of the belt and fly on John’s pants.
John releases a pleased rumble as he is finally released from the confines of his military-issued pants. His eyes close and he lets out a small growl as Kyle’s hand reaches inside his underwear to pull him free.
His member is so hard it’s practically swollen. Kyle purrs slightly as he pulls back the skin to reveal the red and leaking tip. He leans forward and teasingly licks over the head causing John to growl as he grabs Kyle by the back of the neck his thumb running over the mark on Kyle’s scent gland. “Don’t play with me right now pup or you’ll suffer for it.” He growls out, causing a small shiver to go down Kyle’s spine.
“Never Alpha.” Kyle purrs as he finally leans forward to lick a stripe up his Alpha member. John groans in pleasure as Kyle slowly begins working him into his mouth. The grip he has on Kyle’s neck hardens as he uses it to force him down further until the tip of Kyle’s nose touches the pubic hair at the base of him.
Kyle lets out small moans as John begins to thrust into his throat, taking what he needs to get his stress out. After a moment his grip loosens and Kyle pops off his member, a string of saliva connecting from his mouth to the mess he made.
John grabs Kyle gently by the neck and pulls him to him for a heated kiss, all teeth and tongue before he pushes him toward the bed. “Now what I need is to bury this knot inside my Beta,” John growls causing Kyle to shiver as he quickly undresses and gets on the bed on all fours. John smirks as he watches him, thinking about how lucky he is and trying to not think about how everything will soon change.
The next morning task force 141 as well as Kate ate standing at the airfield as they watched the plane touch down. The five of them are wearing scent-blocking patches, thankfully, otherwise, the scent of annoyed alpha would surely be overpowering.
The plane lands and the hatch opens. Kate smiles as a small figure appears. She is small, but most Omegas are, with obvious curves and dark hair tied in a high ponytail.
“Aurora!” Kate calls out over the noise at the hangar, her tone friendly and fond. The young woman smiles as she walks towards the group. There is no scent coming from her, an obvious sign she is wearing scent-blocking patches.
The woman stops as she approaches the group, her bright eyes taking in the task force. John is the first to step forward, offering his hand for a handshake. “Captain Price.” His gruff voice states as Aurora takes his hand in a confident grip. “Sargent Lee. I hear you have a problem with running medics away.” She says, her eyes shining with humor.
“Not me specifically but yes.” Price says with a smirk, her bluntness appealing to him. “Ah yes, I forgot it’s Lieutenant Ghost who has them running for the hills.” Aurora smiles as Ghost prickles slightly behind Price. “Well, I will be changing that.” Aurora says matter-of-factly as she looks at the other pack members. Kyle steps forward to offer his hand. “Sargeant Kyle Garrick.” He says with a smile. “Gaz.” Aurora says with a smile.
“Did your homework I see.” Kyle laughs slightly. “I just understand the proclivity for nicknames and call signs.” She laughs. “I’m Aurora, or feral if you’re so inclined.” She smiles as Kyle laughs. “I can’t wait to see why you have that name.” Kyle says as he steps back so Johnny can step forward.
“Sargeant John McTavish but I go by Johnny since there’s two of us Johns here.” Johnny says offering his hand and a bright smile. “Soap,” Aurora states causing Johnny to beam brighter. Johnny casts a glance at his alpha, noticing that Ghost hasn’t made a move to introduce himself.
“That’s Lieutenant Ri-“ Johnny starts but is cut off by a growl from Ghost. “It's Ghost.” He says as he stares down at the new Omega, a look that typically has even other Alphas cowering away. Aurora
Smiles as she squares her shoulders, seeming unaffected by his demeanor. “Nice to meet you Ghost.” Aurora smiles, his eyes narrow slightly at her lack of reaction.
Aurora turns to Price with a smile. “Show me my office and quarters?” She says as he stares at her in slight shock before he nods. “Of course, I’ll lead the way.” He says as he looks at Kate who is smiling with an ‘I told you’ look. He begins to head to the large cart to carry them back to the Task Force building.
Johnny quickly places a hand on Ghost's arm, feeling the unease and tension radiating off of him. He feels unsure of how this new addition will be with his Alpha but he’s interested to find out.
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Christmas special 1
How the MW2 character react with you wearing something from them
Warnings: a bit nsfw 18+ stuff, reading is on your own
Includes: König, Soap, Ghost, Price, Alejandro, Graves
Ghost:
- He's searching for his mask like everywhere, asking himself if he has Alzheimer's
- he just can't find it
- he sighed before he try's to find you
- he has to find it before he's leaving
- but you seems to be gone as well
- but he finds you after a while, sitting on your shared bed, like you waited for him to find you
- but not only did he found you, no, he found his mask as well
- he raises his eyebrows, tilting his head slightly at the picture in front of him before walking to you
- he lays two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look up to him
- you're wearing his mask, and he has to say, he finds it quite hot
- „that's mine"
- „I'm yours too"
- he can hear the tease in your voice
- he wraps his long and slender fingers around your throat, towering over you like your his prey
- he doesn't break eye contact, not for a second, not even to blink, his eyes practically burning into yours
- he lets his fingers slide under the mask, only to lift it far enough to free your lips, but not far enough to take it off
- he runs his thumb over your lips before leaning down to place his lips on yours
- he's gonna let you pay for stealing his mask
- ..... but he knows why you did it, and he's not gonna refuse to give you what you want
- after that, he might give you the mask more often ;)
Soap:
- he thinks he's bonkers
- he's doing his and your laundry
- but where the hell did his shirt go?
- He had a walk in the morning, and except his favorite shirt everything is where he had put it
- his sweaty shorts are there, his underwear, even his fucking socks are still there, but where the hell did his shirt go
- it probably didn't get legs and walked away of his own- at least he hoped that
- so it was either the dog or it got legs and walked away
- but even after searching every hide, his dog could have put his sweaty shirt in, he couldn't find it, but even asking you if you saw it and you didn't, he just ignored it, thinking it would appear somewhere in some time
- he had to leave a few hours later, much earlier than he and you expected him to leave
- a week later he knows why his shirt disappeared
- he didn't contact you this time, he knew you were already asleep
- when he got home he found you still sleeping in your shared bed, with only his shirt on, that still smelled like him but also like you, probably cause you wore it more than just this night
- he slides his warm hand under "your" shirt and over your waist, only to pull you closer to him
- he smilies when you wake up, only to turn yourself to face him and to bury your head in the crock of his neck
- "you lied to me m' ulaidh ort"
- you only hum in response, not understanding what he means by that
- "you told me you didn't knew where my shirt was, seems I have a little thief living under my roof"
- oh- his shirt, right...
- "and I know you didn't found it, you stole it, am I right?"
- "yes" how could you denie it, his shirt still smelled like him...
- he knows why you stole it, not only to have something that smelled like for nights you couldn't sleep but for something a bit different...
- "let us see what is better darling, the imagine of me or myself~"
Graves:
- You weren't in bed anymore when he woke up
- But he knew where you went too when he opened the bedroom door, smelling the fresh made coffee and breakfast
- he finds you in the kitchen, only wearing his shirt and his boxers from last night, the shirt and his boxer you were so eager to take off of him
- he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck and murmuring a good morning into your ear
- once he let go of you his eyes travel over your figure, biting his own lip as he imagine you to wear his clothes more often
- "you should try to wear my stuff more often baby, it looks perfect on you, even better than on myself "
- after that he gives you his clothes regularly, almost demanding you to wear them
- you don't go to the base often, it's just a bit weird for you to visit your husband at work
- but tone time you visited him
- it was a hot summer day and you were only wearing a short with his shirt on
- believe me when I say, everybody at the base would know his first name after that. Everybody .
König:
- he can't find his sweater, well he can't find any of his sweaters, not a single one
- where the hell did he put them
- he's sure he did the laundry, and even if he didn't, he should at least have one sweater, shouldn't he!?
- ok, if he can't find a sweater maybe something other works...
- that's the moment he notice that more than half of his clothes are missing
- he decides to visit you, his s/o that lives a bit away from the base
- you ofc welcome your boyfriend....in his clothes.
- you're wearing only his clothes, every single piece on your body doesn't belong to you-
- he just stares at you, not blinking nothing on his mind but that you look hot in it
- he imagine how he undress you piece by piece, freeing you from his clothes- taking them back with him...
- " Ich brauche die Klamotten"
- you raise your brows, a mischievous grin on your lips
- "you mean these?"
- man's gets a heart attack the moment you put his clothes off to give them back to him
- he leaves every single piece that belongs to him where you put it, he's not gonna fuck the chance up to see you like this again
- watch him dying when you still have his shirt on while riding your "horse"
Price:
- he loves to see you in his clothes
- he gave them to you the moment you're his partner, cause as his partner you should show others men that you belong to him
- he loves that you always wears his shirt, even if he's not in the country
- you love to see him smilie just because you're wearing something that belongs to him
- there's one time you picked him up from the base
- he wasn't ready yet, waiting to get the ok from above him to leave the base
- but you were already there, sitting on his lap with his shirt on and a skirt, playing some stupid game on your phone while he worked on his laptop....
- yeah, let us say, you both quite forgot the time and found something better than work or some stupid game
- Oh and Johnny, Gaz and even Ghost are now traumatized for life.
- parents should lock their door....
Alejandro:
- the first time seeing you in his clothes would let his exe stop working
- he needs a reboot
-" are those mine?"
- " yes"
- "looks good on you, better than on me cariño"
- he finds it hot to see you in his clothes, but doesn't tell you that at first cause he doesn't won't to sound like a creep
- that all stops when you give him something "sweet" while you're only wearing his shirt
- don't wear something from him when you're not in the mood, cause to moment he seees you he's into the mood
- he would never force you to do anything if you're not in the mood tho- he just needs to disappear for a few minutes...
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Unfortunately, I may be slightly obsessed with the idea of a sleepy Scottish town nigh in the middle of nowhere, frequented almost exclusively by locals, hikers, sight-seers, and one nostalgia-driven, obscenely-chatty Johnny MacTavish, who never ceases to hit on you as you work behind the bar, giving him a rare laugh or a bloated compliment if he seems down on his luck.
He asks for the same drink whenever he's in town – which is sporadic and unpredictable at best – the largest pint of beer, filled by your hands only, and always overpays for it if it means putting an extra couple of quid in your pocket. When he leaves, he gives the pub-owner, Steve-o, a pat on the back, a healthy jab in the ribs and a cheeky grin – Steve-o says they go 'way back', though you don't think Johnny is quite old enough for that to be entirely true – before walking home in just a short-sleeved blue shirt and jeans, as he does every night, no matter the weather (rain, snow, ice, hail, thunderstorm, even the occasional bout of evening sunshine) even if you offer him a ride home when you're finished with your shift, even if he declines it the first two times.
You have to practically beg to drive him home when the river running through the village reaches breaking point, bursting its banks at sun-down and threatening to take the whole town with it, because you're sure it won't stop at a 6'2, 210 lb hunk of human flesh, even if he asserts he's 'sturdy enough' to outlast the flooding.
You have no idea how badly I want to make this a series... and I may or may not have begun a chapter... obsessed with small-town love with a man who never tells you whether he's staying or leaving.
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Y/N: I love Simon I do. But if he keeps trying to make me switch from coffee to tea. I will eat Soap figuratively and literally.
Soap who was drinking coffee with Y/N spitakes sputtering: Y-Y/N-.
Ghost appears behind Soap: Think carefully about what you say next Sergeant.
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a psa for those writing for johnny “soap” mctavish
as much as a love the works you’re all writing, a lot of people really don’t know how to write a scottish character (and that’s ok !!!! we get like no rep so) so as a scottish writer, i figured i should help you guys out a little bit.
dialogue
johnny has a VERYYY strong accent as i’m sure anyone can work out
however this doesn’t mean he’s suddenly speaking a different language
yes, a lot of slang is used and for a basic definition of scottish slang and how they should be used; use this ! if you have no idea of slang i’d recommend reading through every word
although we like to use slang, i can promise you that if we’re with someone that wouldn’t understand a word of it / someone who’s first language isn’t english, we wouldn’t speak fully scot (for example if johnny was speaking to alejandro or rudy)
there’s absolutely nothing to suggest he can speak gaelic. yeah i know this is an obvious one but i have seen a few people slip gaelic into his dialogue and that’s super duper inaccurate
barely anyone in scotland speaks gaelic (unless you’re up very high north or maybe in the isles). it’s actually almost an extinct language because the english pretty much wiped it out when we got colonised.
something i love to see is when he mumbles little scottish things under his breath. accurate af.
we say shite more than shit. and never ever will a scottish person say ass. it’s arse all the way.
we don’t call people (especially if you’re sleeping with someone !!!!) lass. or lassie. we call kids that.
pet names are normally along the lines of love, hen (my personal fave), sweetheart, little lady, bonnie (sometimes)
also, shagging is sex. shag, shagged, shagger. yeah.
mum not mom. maw, more commonly.
all that being said he does use a loottttt of slang so honestly go ham i love seeing scots language get used because it’s not been used in fanfic like ever before
culture
seen a few people write soap going mad for st andrews day
yeah no we don’t to that lol i barely every remember that it’s actually st andrews day
also, we aren’t all completely versed on celtic mythology. i could barely tell you the first thing about it.
in scotland we’re all kind of touchy, like we’ll greet people with a hug and stand weirdly close to each other so if that’s something you’re writing about it’s important to note that our personal space is really small
not sure where people get this idea from but scotland isn’t all sheep and highlands and fairies and like little huts
yes we have that but we’re a really modern nation and wayyy to many people have a weird perception of scotland
my man is literally from like glasgow (his accent sounds glasgow but don’t quote me on that) he’s not a farmer or anything
we swear. a lot.
KILTS. not skirts, very common to wear in scotland to events like weddings, christenings, anything formal really.
cunt isn’t a horrible word i literally everyone a cunt, sometimes it’s used affectionately
misc.
if you’re gonna write about scottish politics i beg you research it. johnnys probably pro independence and an SNP voter. google it for context
we’re really loud. and we talk really fast. yes, other characters are gonna be confused af
irn bru !!!!!!!!! it’s a scottish drink and ive seen one person mention it and i just about cried i loved it
in scotland you can vote at 16 and join the army at 16 if that’s relevant to you
if you’re going to write about something you don’t know anything about, either do research or ask someone scottish (im more than happy to help!!)
please don’t take these as complaints or anything !! it’s just very very off putting to see people make massive misconceptions and conclusions about scotland! i love that we’re finally getting some hype. anyways ask about anything!! <3
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