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I just wanna say I love your fruit bat!reader and I just had to think about the boys further misunderstanding when reader maybe has a darker aesthetic, but reader doesn't get at all the connection cause like yeah black's just a neat colour, oh I guess vampires are cool. Wait me? *Mouthful of orange or something* me no fruits all the way? I don't know what you mean.
On one side it would be incredibly funny as misunderstanding but the devil is whispering in my ear so let’s walk the other way.
Imagine Reader freshly selected to join the team, nervous about meeting new people who they read EVERYTHING on, just to be ready.
And no one is hostile, right? They are friendly, almost too friendly, which grates on your nerves a little but you know, maybe you are thinking too much about it?
Works up until the first joke about the vampires, huge wolf operator (you find out later that his call sign is Ghost).
“Know why people don’t like workin’ with vampire bats?”, the question catches you off guard, your eyes snapping to the man’s eyes and you tilt your head to the side. You don’t know him yet, you aren’t sure how much of a reaction is allowed in this circumstance.
“‘Cause they are pain in the neck”, he announces, his brown eyes boring a hole into you, his tail wagging like he is waiting for you to start laughing.
You don’t. You stare right back at him, fingers flexing so the sharp points of your claws dig into your palm and you manage a smile that feels a little too forced.
Big wolf in front of you apparently sees it as well, because you can see the way his jaw flexes under the mask.
So for some reason he decides to give it another go. (Only months later you will find out that Simon was desperately scrambling for all the bat x vampire puns he remembered, thinking that the first one sounded a little too abrasive)
“What drink does bat order at the bar?”, he asks, his left ear giving in a small twitch that catches your eye. He sure is big for the wolf, most of their family you met in the past were tall and lean but this guy is built like a bloody tank.
“What?”, you ask, heart beating a little harder than you’d like it, anxiety coiling in your gut.
“A Bloody Mary”, wolf hums out, his ear giving in another twitch and corners of your mouth curl upwards. Cute.
Wolf’s tail starts to wag again, eyes satisfied as he walks off and you follow him to see your new space and unpack.
Isn’t so bad for the first meeting, right?
But in hindsight every interaction from then on felt…somehow forced. Recurring about blood and meat and fucking Halloween. Remarks about wearing too much black or the way Soap once chuckled at the silver chain with a beautiful red cross. Not a religious symbol but simply an accessory you liked.
It all was piling up so quickly you decided to just…stay on the outside. Maybe that would be better. Maybe they were trying to tell you that they didn’t want a bat and didn’t like bats.
That they didn’t like you.
It takes time to undo and the process is slow — you are a tough nut to crack, but they don’t try to crack you. Just…make amends, yeah?
Your relationship with Simon makes a cycle when he peels you oranges, eyes soft as you devour pieces of peaches.
“Do you know what’s a vegetarian vampire bat’s favourite fruit, luv?”, he hums out, placing a peeled orange in your bowl, something in his tone making you feel fuzzy.
“What is it?”, his tail is wagging and god the way he looks at you makes something tender in your chest ache, you mouth voluntarily falling open when he pushes a piece of peach in it, eyes crinkling.
“A neck-tarine”, Simon murmurs, his tail wagging harder when you laugh after a beat, juices from fruit dripping down your chin.
You shake your head at him in faux disbelief and he grins, popping a slice of orange in his mouth.
“Can do it all night”
You roll your eyes and instinctively smack his hand away when he tries to steal your bowl.
“That’s what I’m afraid of”
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Poker night. But the boys know how to keep things interesting. So this time, in the middle of the table, chips are stacked high around the grand prize--you. Pretty thing, dolled up in lingerie and sitting on your knees. Even once the cards are dealt, their eyes wander. So much for poker face.
Soap whistles, looking you up and down. "Hell's bells. Might not be throwin' the game this time."
You huff and shift your legs. But you refuse to curl up into yourself. You still have your pride.
It almost vanishes outright, though, when Price’s gaze rakes over you as he takes a drink of his liquor. "That’s a pretty sight," he says. He knows it’ll make you squirm.
Gaz grins as he checks his cards, his gaze flicking over to you. "We've got a grand prize worthy of winning, then?"
You glance back at Gaz. Your boyfriend. When he told you he'd be partial to sharing, you didn't think he meant something quite so ceremonious as this. He looks amused, even fond, as if your squirming is his favorite part. There’s no trace of pity on his face as the others look their fill. If anything, he'd prefer you to be wearing less. He always liked showing off his things.
Heat rises in your throat, and you flush at his pride in you. "Good luck," you tell him.
He smirks, loving the flush that rises to your cheeks. Then he slides a polished, onyx-black poker chip into the center of the table--the chip that represents you.
"There's your incentive, boys," Price says.
Ghost chuckles. "Place your bets."
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see also: if the military wanted you to have a wife, they'd issue you one; TF141’s favorite sexy clothes on you
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more Soap / more Price / more Gaz / more Ghost / more multi-141 and poly 141 / masterlist
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I love all the things I've seen from you, but your recent writing on Ghost and Soap was absolute perfection. You put it into words I couldn't find. And that last tag? The one regarding Simon finding peace in thinking of Johnny in the end? You just articulated something that is potentially, simultaneously, the most angsty and closure giving end to their story ever. The idea that Simon gets to see him again, boisterous and grinning, asking "Miss me Lt?" It's a story idea so good I wish I had the writing ability to bring it to life. Feel free to ramble to us more.
omg……..that’s a concept just asking to be drawn, huh….
god, i actually have so many thoughts about post-mw3 ghost, i think he'd completely shut down emotionally. Not even as a 'punishment' for his teammates but almost out of self-preservation, like I think he's able to recognise what a livewire he is right now and just...shave himself down to the bare necessities. He'd simplify himself down to his functionality, to Ghost, not Lieutenant Riley or Simon ever again, because that's the only reason he's still here - to be a good tool - and once he physically can't keep up anymore...well. Then that's it for him.
He'd likely sink into a variety of vices simply so he can manage to fall asleep without seeing Johnny's face every time he dreams. And I think his relationship with both Gaz and Price deteriorates, and he simply can't bring himself to care as much as he should about it.
As time passes, I think he'd develop a trend of self destructive behaviour that manifests in him going too far too often, whether its in sparring or in the field. He'll never admit it to anyone, especially because he's supposed to be the bogeyman, the hyper-competent machine who never stays down, but he wants to be taken out. He's heartbroken and grieving and lacking in any knowledge of how to healthily process any of it so it all comes out as fury and violence and he constantly feels like a rabid dog that needs to be put down. He's forced to re-learn restraint after certain incidents have him in danger of being discharged from duty, permanently, and he realises with a kind of of sinking blankness that this is all he has left to cling onto. So he gets his shit together, or as much as he can. And years later, when he dies on a mission, his vision blurs and for a moment he thinks he hears Johnny's voice.
#i made myself sad writing this#but its okay!!! they find each other in the afterlife and they kiss for hours its okay i promise#and in other universes they get to grow old together. just not in this one#askbox
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Ghost headcanons because why not
Contains : Nsfw at the end , first half is all sfw
While you babes wait for the gaz one shot here is headcanon for the gentle giant ^-^
.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・..・゜゜・ ・゜゜・..・゜゜・ ・゜゜・..・゜゜・ ・゜゜・.・゜゜・
༒~☠︎︎°˖✧- 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦-˖°☠︎︎~༒︎
𓆩 Sfw headcanons 𓆪
-Having the rough past and childhood he had it definitely took him some time to show you his vulnerable and soft side but once he did it was heaven
-I wouldn’t say he is clingy but he prefers to have you by his side knowing that you are safe and sound
-loves doing simple things like going on a small walk through the park/woods or just straight up grocery shopping
-is very gentle with you he knows he is a big meaty man and you’re his precious doll (treats you like a porcelain doll)
-loves to spoil you but also loves being financially secure so he will definitely give you every month a budget on how much you can spend ( which is stupid since he still buys you expensive things behind your back)
-his love language is quality time and acts of service
-loves participating in your hobbies and interests (especially if its cosplaying or gaming)
-is a sucker for movies and will force you to watch his favorite ones
-absolutely adores it when you wear his hoodies and shirts its cute how it basically swallows you
-hates to argue with you but oh boy he will start a whole discussion if you talk badly about yourself or your body
-he prefers to keep his love life very private but he still brags about you to soap every chance he gets
-god he lives for the cozy dates where the two of you put on random face masks while watching some random show and cuddle up on the couch (he loves how soft his skin afterwards is)
-as much as he loves you all natural and make up free he is absolutely weak when you get all dolled up
-is always warm which is useful especially in winter
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☠︎ Nsfw headcanons ☠︎
-We all know this man is big.
-He isn’t really rough with you , you are his precious princess would never hurt you ( unless you want it and assure him that it will he fine)
-he is very passionate and talkative when he’s deep inside you..always mumbling something always praising you and telling you how much he loves your tight pussy
-absolutely a sucker for leaving marks on you he will leave small bite marks and hickies all over your body (also a sucker if you scratch the fuck out of his back)
-missionary or cowgirl are his go to positions ..that man is obsessed with the small faces you make and how cock drunk you look while he fucks so slowly and passionately
-keeps his downstairs area clean and shaved but doesn’t really care if you personally shave or not
-big on using toys and ropes on you or himself he likes keeping things interesting and fun
-he likes it when you take control once in awhile but prefers being the one in charge
-is not a big fan of creampie but loves cumming on your breasts face and stomach
-he will take his time with you no matter what , being intimate with you is his small dose of heaven and that man will enjoy every second
-loves eating you out..especially in the morning when you first wake up..all warm and still sleepy begging him to make you cum ugh he’s absolutely weak for it
-Could cum immediately when you struggle to take his dick in your mouth..something about the size difference..those perfect glossy eyes.. the small gagging sounds and those perfect plump lips make him weakkkkk
-big titty sucker
-likes to record small videos when you’re intimate.. he is a man after all and he has his needs when he’s away for missions ( doesn’t like porn duo to it being too rough and disgusting )
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Hope u babes like it ^-^
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Hola dulce!! Me encanta lo que escribes, por eso pensé en enviarte este video donde las chicas latinas responden “you too, papi” a sus novios/esposos.
Me detuve a pensar cómo reaccionarían los chicos de COD.
Disculpa el español!! Gracias por leer, espero no molestarte. 🩷
Hola chica! I know you sent this in a while back (and I'm so sorry for the wait). I did play around with the prompt a little bit, expanded it slightly beyond just boyfriend/husband, and kept the "you too, papi" both literally and in spirit. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3
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Task Force 141 x Latina!Fem!Reader
Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, flirting, banter, brief alcohol use, suggestive themes, pregnancy mention, established relationship
Word Count: 800
ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist
John Price
John smooths the front of his suit jacket. It’s a formal occasion, and it’s clear that he’s completely uncomfortable. This isn’t his sort of scene.
You turn your body toward him, replacing his hands with yours, smoothing out the wrinkles and adjusting the lapels. John sighs, his brow softening as his gaze focuses on you. Your wedding ring sparkles under the light, shimmering with each movement.
“You look dashing,” you murmur.
John chuckles, and takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips, kissing the knuckles. “Behave yourself tonight.”
“I always behave,” you say with as much innocence as you can muster.
This time, John cracks a genuine smile.
“I mean it,” he whispers. “Be good.”
“I will,” you insist. “And you be good too, papi.”
John groans. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Call me papi. Not here. You know how it makes me.”
That’s you, always on your worst behavior.
“Whatever you say,” you murmur. Then, after a beat, “papi.”
“Bloody hell, woman,” he growls under his breath. “One more time and I’m finding the nearest broom closet.”
Just to be a tease, just to cause a little stir, you playfully push off from his chest. “Papi,” you mouth silently, winking.
John "Soap" MacTavish
A hazy smoke lingers overhead. The air is thick with humidity. Music blares from speakers.
Tonight is a night for celebration, of dancing and drinking and flirting, of going home with someone. But you’re parked behind the bar, serving shots and watching from afar.
Los Vaqueros.
They’re out tonight, celebrating. Those faces you recognize, but you don’t know who the quartet are sitting next to their leader, Alejandro Vargas. They’re a mystery.
Until one of them approaches.
“Have anything other than tequila?”
His accent is thick. British—no. Scottish. He’s cute. Has a charm about him.
“Course we do, papi,” you grin, leaning on the bar, and forcing your breasts a bit higher.
His eyes immediately fall there before quickly snapping up.
“Papi?” he repeats, and you laugh.
Instead of whiskey, you present this stranger a few other options. “Whisky? Vodka?”
He licks his lips. “Whiskey. Please.”
You wink, and pour him the whiskey. “On the house, papi.”
Those cheeks of his darken into a lovely shade of pink. As if catching himself, he coughs, clearing his throat. “Thank you.” He glances around. “Enjoy yourself.”
You raise your hand, and wiggle your fingers as he backs up. “You too, papi.”
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Leaving is always bittersweet.
Simon drops his packed duffle bag next to the front door. He’s dressed, ready to head to work to prepare for another mission. He hasn’t been briefed yet, and Price didn’t say much over the phone. He only said to come.
“Come here,” he murmurs, reaching out to you.
You melt into his arms, resting your chin against his chest, looking up at him. Simon takes this moment to admire you, to remember your features, to lean in for a few gentle kisses.
“Love you,” he says.
“Love you,” you reply.
Simon grins, going in for one last kiss.
“Be good,” he chuckles. “No misbehaving.”
“You behave too, papi,” you croon, head titling in invitation.
Simon accepts, leaving you momentarily breathless.
“Say that again. I liked it.”
“What?” you ask innocently.
Shifting his arm downward, Simon grasps a portion of your upper thigh and the curve of your ass.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
You lick your lips. “Papi.”
“Again,” he growls.
You do, and Simon hooks is arm at your waist, pressing you against the wall.
“One more.”
“Papi.”
Groaning, Simon looks at his watch, and shrugs. “Price won’t mind if I’m a little late.”
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
“No. No.”
Kyle places a hand against the wall, leaning against it as he stares you down. You blatantly ignore him, remaining on the steep stool.
“You don’t need to do this,” he says.
“Dios mío!” You shake your head, the hammer poised to come down on the nail in the wall. “I told you to hang the picture!”
Kyle takes a deep breath. “I said I would do it.”
“That means now.”
“And here I am,” he replies. His tone is calm, but you hear the strain in it. You’re always testing his patience.
“I can do it myself.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Why?” you snap. “Because I’m a woman?”
“Because you’re pregnant,” he says, deadpan.
The two of you stare each other down. Kyle cocks his head and then nods at your rounded belly that touches the wall.
Without speaking, you descend and offer up the hammer. Kyle takes it.
“I love you,” he says. “But sometimes you make my heartrate spike.”
“Back at you, papi,” you mutter under your breath.
Though your back is to him, you hear the exasperated sigh. “Go have a snack.” Kyle brings the hammer down on the nail. “Or maybe a nap.”
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So, my favorite headcanon for Simon Riley is that he's an incredibly silly guy, but through trauma and shit, the only way he can express his silliness is subtly like with his shitty jokes and one liners.
All of this to say that I think he would have a great time mildly gaslighting his friends for pranks as well as occasionally doing something so out of character in a secluded area with the specific intention of getting caught, just so he can tell his victim that no one will believe them.
His most common victim is Johnny, and like Simon said, no one ever believes him.
THIS but it starts with johnny, then it spreads to the rest of the 141...
simon knows he’s the easiest target. the man is loud, expressive, reactive, which makes it so much worse when no one ever believes him. the gaslighting starts small. missing gear, things moving an inch to the left when johnny swears he just put them down, ghost walking into a room seconds after soap saw him leave it.
soap: "ye were just here-"
ghost: "no, i wasn’t."
soap: "ye-"
ghost: "y'sure y'sleepin' enough, sergeant?"
but then simon gets bored and starts pulling bigger stunts. like the time johnny walks into price's office looking for something and catches simon, full tac gear, standing on top of price’s desk, balancing on one foot, arms outstretched like he’s doing some kind of weird fucking yoga pose.
"steamin' jesus-what the fuck- the desk??"
simon just turns his head slowly to look at him, holds eye contact for a long moment, then-
"what desk?"
-before stepping down and leaving without another word.
johnny tries to tell price.
soap: "he was on yer desk-"
price: "uh-huh."
soap: "just stood there, like a fuckin' bird-"
price: "right."
soap: "ye dinnae believe me."
price: "not even a little."
ghost: "sounds like a you problem, mate."
next, it’s gaz. and simon takes an entirely different approach with him. gaz is logical, grounded, harder to mess with, but simon finds the perfect way.
he mirrors him.
gaz reaches for his coffee? simon reaches at the same time, like he was waiting for it.
gaz crosses his arms? simon crosses his arms, same angle, same stance, eyes locked dead on him.
gaz starts to say something? simon says the same thing moments later, like some kind of demonic mime act.
it gets so bad that one day, gaz just snaps.
gaz: "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?"
ghost: "dunno what you mean, mate."
but price? price takes the longest to crack.
because simon knows that man is unshakable. he knows it’ll take something subtle, something long-term.
so he starts misquoting things.
price: "all due respect, i've been running ops since before you were born-"
ghost: "no, yeah, i get it. 'live, laugh, love,' an' all that."
price: "…what."
or:
price: "we’re not outta the woods yet-"
ghost: "yeah, yeah. "an apple a day keeps the wolves in the henhouse."
price: "that’s- no. what? that’s not-"
it takes weeks. weeks of price catching simon slipping complete nonsense into casual conversation, weeks of simon saying it all with that flat, deadpan expression. weeks of price trying to correct him-
price: "that’s not how the saying goes."
ghost: "yeah it is."
price: "no, it’s not-"
ghost: "okay, boss."
-and never getting anywhere.
until finally, one day, price just exhales hard, pinches the bridge of his nose, and mutters,
price: "i fucking hate you."
ghost? just shrugs.
"s'all water under the fridge, cap."
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First Meetings – Headcannon Edition
Pairing: Task Force 141 x Civilian!Reader
Warnings: None, just fluff! Some protective behavior, mild flirting
Author's Note: I love the idea of the 141 boys meeting a partner outside of their usual military world. I just love knowing the boys have someone to come home to but here is how they meet you. Let me know if you’d like any of these expanded!
Masterlist
MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+
John "Soap" MacTavish
- You meet Soap while he’s on leave, enjoying a quiet drink in a cozy Scottish pub. It’s one of those places where the locals know each other, and you stick out like a sore thumb.
- He notices you sitting alone and, never one to leave someone out, walks right over with a cheeky grin.
- “New in town, are ya? Can’t be sittin’ all by yourself, that’s just a crime.” He slides into the seat across from you without waiting for permission, his energy contagious.
- What starts as small talk turns into a lively conversation filled with his playful teasing and exaggerated stories (you’re sure he’s embellishing, but it’s entertaining).
- By the end of the night, you’ve both laughed more than you have in weeks, and he’s already trying to get you to meet up again.
- “Tell ya what, next round’s on me—tomorrow night?” He winks, clearly hoping you’ll say yes.
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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
- You meet Gaz in the most embarrassing way possible—by tripping right in front of him. You weren’t paying attention, too distracted by your phone or the book in your hands, and next thing you know, you’re falling forward.
- He catches you effortlessly, his grip firm but gentle. “Easy there, love. You alright?” His voice is warm with just a hint of amusement.
- You’re flustered, mumbling something about not watching where you were going, but he just grins.
- “Happens to the best of us,” he reassures you, then playfully adds, “But I think that’s the first time someone’s literally fallen for me.”
- If you meet at a coffee shop instead, he ends up sitting near you, noticing how intently you’re reading. Eventually, curiosity gets the best of him, and he strikes up a conversation.
- “Good book? You looked like you were in another world for a second.” His easygoing nature makes it impossible not to chat with him.
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Simon "Ghost" Riley
- Ghost isn’t the type to seek out company, but somehow, you end up sitting across from him at a quiet café.
- You didn’t realize the table was occupied when you put your drink down, and by the time you do, you’re already halfway through apologizing.
- “Didn’t see you there. I can move—”
- “It’s fine,” he interrupts, barely sparing you a glance as he stirs his tea.
- Most people would take that as a sign to leave, but something about him intrigues you. Instead, you stay, making occasional comments about the book you’re reading or the pastries they serve here.
- At first, he doesn’t respond much—just nods or hums in acknowledgment. But eventually, after a particularly amusing remark, you catch the slight twitch of his lips.
- “You talk a lot,” he finally mutters, but there’s no annoyance in his tone—just quiet amusement.
- It takes a few more chance encounters before he actually starts engaging in conversation. But once he does, you realize he’s a lot more interesting than he lets on.
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John Price
- You meet Price when he steps in to help you out of a tough situation. Maybe some guy at a bar won’t take no for an answer, or someone is giving you a hard time at a store.
- Either way, Price intervenes with that calm, authoritative voice that leaves no room for argument.
- “That’s enough, mate. Walk away.” The guy doesn’t even hesitate before backing off.
- You’re left staring at your unexpected savior—a ruggedly handsome man with a soft smile but sharp eyes.
- “You alright, love?” His voice is gentler now, checking to make sure you’re okay.
- If you meet somewhere more casual, like a bookstore, it’s because he helps you grab something from a high shelf. “Didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but that’s a fine choice of tea,” he comments when he notices what you’re holding.
- He’s not pushy, but there’s an easy confidence about him that makes you feel safe.
- “Can I buy you a drink? As long as no one else needs rescuing tonight,” he jokes lightly.
Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜
#x reader#141 x reader#tf 141#task force 141#tf 141 x reader#cod 141#mw2 141#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost x reader#task force 141 fanfic#141#tf 141 headcanons#soap mactavish x reader#soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#kyle gaz x you#kyle gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#captain price x you#captain price x reader#john price x reader
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Soo uhm... autistic ghost if you do that? I mean that man is autism creature. And I love him. And need him being a silly little autistic guy. Like headcannons, and how it'd be in his relationships with people. Like romantic sexual or platonic? Please and thank you.
Ghost doesn't think he shows many symptoms of having autism because he's commonly told "I'd never have guessed", however, that's typically because the people telling him that haven't spent enough time with him to pick up on anything.
Eventually, the people he's closest to notice things but they never bring it up. Notable but not worth making him self-conscious about. That's what John calls it.
Simon doesn't like the texture of some of his clothes, he'll brush up against John and then automatically reach away to wipe his hand on his own t-shirt or his cargos. John stops wearing certain shirts around him, and sticks to the softer, worn fabrics that Simon doesn't mind touching when it's reasonable for him to do so.
He notices that his lieutenant stocks up on certain foods that he likes, always the same ones before they spontaneously switch up after almost a year and he doesn't tend to go back to them. He tries to keep whatever snack or drink it is in his office so that on the days that Simon wants to crawl out of his skin, he can offer the other man something and maybe somewhere quiet to sit in away from everyone else.
Gaz thinks for a while that maybe Ghost just doesn't like him, but that's alright, they're coworkers and they don't have to be friends. He doesn't seem to like Soap either. That's until he picks up on something, Soap and he can get loud after missions. The adrenaline is still pulsing through their system and they joke around, getting rowdy like two lads in the back of a classroom. Ghost tends to stay quiet, only speaking if spoken to and even then it's a faint mutter. He gets twitchy the louder Gaz and Soap get, his breathing becomes consciously slow and his eyes narrow until he's glaring daggers into whatever is opposite him.
Then it clicks, the man is overstimulated. Overstimulated and unwilling to say so despite his own blatant discomfort. And all it takes is keeping quiet after missions, the conversations between him and Soap become soft whispers and the stabbing tension in Ghost's shoulders lessens noticeably. It's after that, that Ghost starts talking to him more, friendlier and willing to joke around. Gaz knows they aren't exactly the closest of friends, Simon Riley is a puzzle he doesn't have the decades of solving like Price does but it's something and that's good enough.
John and Nikolai have to adapt certain aspects of their relationship when it opens up to include Simon, something that both of them are more than willing to do to ensure the comfort of everyone involved.
Simon is open to touch in varying ways. If he's the one to initiate contact then he could end up sandwiched between the captain and the pilot without complaint. He'll grumble and bat at them half-heartedly, all for show but all it takes is Nikolai kissing his cheek and John nuzzling his jaw to shut him up.
Some days a simple hand on his shoulder is too much, Simon will tense up and he won't say a word about it but they can hear how his breath hitches. Those days they won't touch him, if they sit down together on the couch tne he'll sit down on the tattered, ancient swivel chair by the window. Sometimes he'll brave sticking his legs out and poking John's thighs with his toes, other times he won't. It's up to him and they see no reason to push.
It can be a mix other days, a kiss on the cheek might be fine but when Nikolai plasters himself over Simon's back it's just too much at once. He'll retreat tactically and brush a thumb over his cheek instead.
Sex is different than they're used to but it's a welcome change. There's no more lying around and falling asleep disgusting, leaving it a mess to be dealt with the next day. They become adept at clean-up, and Simon prefers to shower after they're done. Sometimes he'll drag one of them in alongside him, other days he needs the moment alone. Make no mistake, Simon is usually the filthiest out of the three of them. he does things with this tongue that have left John's ears ringing and he can haul Nikolai around without thinking twice. But he needs time to decompress and he'll take it as a moment in the shower or a post-shower cigarette.
#sorry you never specified what kinda ship and i fell face first on nikpriceghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#captain john price#john price#cod nikolai#nikprice#nikpriceghost#ghostnikprice#ghostprice#priceghost#ghostnik#nikghost#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish
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Idk if I will keep doing this, it's just a though maybeee
Soap was Ghosts boy, and no one could be between them. Even when the 4 of them started to date, Ghost showed clear favorites towards Soap, which was something the other two were expecting.
Gaz is Price's boy, but not the same way as Ghost. Yes, he was protective of the younger, surely spoiled him and favorite him in certain aspects, it wasn't the same as Ghost with soap, Ghost was borderline obsessive. When they all started dating, Price wasn't so attached to Gaz, they both agreed to built a similar kind of relationship with the others.
Well, that was easy with soap, not only bc of the Scott's personality but bc they already had a deep connection with him. Gaz was his best friend and Price was role model and mentor.
Price had an easy time with Ghost, Gaz didn't. The sergeant couldn't find a way to connect with Ghost, not bc of fear of the man or intimidation, but bc...he just doesn't know. Kyle himself is a soft and fragile person, he's scared that he will ruin the relationship before he even got to built it, so they were...normal around each other but not lovely dovey they were surely walking on eggshells around each other. Even during it, they didn't engage much besides kissing.
Ghost didn't know how to be with Kyle bc he was scared of hurting the man. He knew the sergeant was the opposite of Soap, more soft and fragile altho he was strong willed and an amazing soldier. It's just...he didn't know what to do so he just stick with soap.
They didn't have a date together, didn't spend time together alone, not sleeping in the same bed, not sharing a meal alone, and if they did it was 100% in complete silence. It felt like they gave up on the relationship before they even though on.
Price and Soap noticed and tried their best to do something about it. Gaz did tried after their pestering, but seeing Ghost not returning the effort made him give up.
One day, Price and Soap received a mission, having to leave later that day, meaning that Ghost and Gaz would be alone at the base for and undefined amount of time. Soap stomped through the base with Price reluctantly trailing behind because he was forced by Soap's puppy eyes to follow him, into Ghosts office.
He knocked but didn't wait for an answer, barged in and stood in front of Ghosts desk, with Ghosts sitting on the other side, arms crossed and face determined.
"We are going to be shipped out"
Ghost glanced at Price who just stood there smiling weirdly.
"Yes, I heard."
"Ye gonna be alone with Gaz."
Ghost nodded, waiting for the scott to continue.
"Ye better start man up and actually woo gaz in a decent way because if u don't I will be very very mad."
"How mad?"
"No cuddling and no kissing mad."
Ghost was being sarcastic abt the mad thing, but it's starting to dread on him not having soaps touch for a long time, knowing the scott it would be a very very long period.
"It's not like I don't want to try, it's just I don't know what to do, I don't want to hurt him."
"Do you love him?" It was price this time, voice not soft but also not accusing, neutral, as a way to not pressure ghost.
"I want to." Ghost deflated a bit "I just don't know how."
"Kyle is fragile, he tends to wear his feelings on his sleeve when it comes to those he let's in, but ghost" price approached, stopping by soaps side "I also know you, and I know that you will love Kyle the way he needs. I also know that Kyle will love you the way you need to."
#can be used for a fic#idk should i continue#call of duty ghost#cod#cod mw2#kyle gaz garrick#cod mw3#poly141#simon ghost riley#ghostgaz#ghost x soap#john price
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The Carina's Heart Galaxy
Chapter Two: What The Fuck?
Pairing: Poly!141 x Female Reader/ You
Content Warning: Sex doll mention, female reader is slight unhinged (Soap's Opinion), Female reader loves explosives (Much to soaps fear and delight imo), possible swearing and cussing?. If I missed something let me know.
Words: 1602
Dividers Credit: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics
Masterlist
Summary: Who knew I’d meet you again so soon?
Who knew I’d meet you again so soon? Here I thought my day couldn’t get any weirder. I spoke to you last night and now I’m speaking to you again. Except this time, you’re in your space themed pyjamas, galaxy socks with cats prints, shark shaped slippers and a shark beanie. Kate said she was important, or rather her brain is. I didn’t know why until I saw you midway through your laser gun experiment round.
The charcoal grey brunch coat hanging on for dear life on your shoulders while your giant full ball of a cat watched with disdain of the noise you were making. The pink collar with the rose gold name tag with Mr. Whiskers in cursive engraved into the metal tag. The regal behaviour from a cat large enough to be the side of a medium sized dog remained palpable.
“Hey! You. You’re the guy I was talking to yesterday. Or am I just imagining things?” you remarked. “I forgot to ask how you liked dessert last night. The chocolate fudge I mean.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at your question and the amount of high energy you managed to summon at the sight of me, “It was rather sweet and salty. Though I am surprised you remember that.”
You looked at me with puzzlement, “Why wouldn’t I remember? That was a pretty intense chat we had last night. Besides sea salted caramel fudge is the best kind of fudge.”
Soap raised an eyebrow at the mention of your favourite type of fudge, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Sea salted caramel, you say? That’s quite the taste you’ve got there, Doc.”
“Specific, but the diner I usually go to at night sometimes. They make the best kind.” You commented. “Sure, the whole diner is a little suspect on the outside. But man, the fudge is the best.”
Gaz nodded, his eyes lighting up with the same enthusiasm. “I know the one. They’ve got a secret recipe. The owner is an ex-navy chef. He’s got a taste for the sweet and salty combination.”
“Yeah. Not too far off from my father’s taste for dipped buttered toast with his porridge.” You quipped with a smirk.
Gaz looked to be reeling in from the conversation we had last night after I returned to the safe house. Whistling an upbeat tune, it took him by surprise, in fact it took them all by surprise. He never whistled like that. Ever.
“What’s got you so chipper?” Soap asked, his eyes looking at me with suspicion.
Ghost looked at me with equal amount of suspicion, he also questioned, “What has you in such a good mood?”
I smirked from ear to ear, feeling the energy in the room shift slightly. You had a certain charm about you that was infectious, even if you didn’t realize it. The way you spoke about your love for science and the mundane yet delightful things in life was refreshing. It was as if you didn’t have a care in the world, despite the chaos that probably swirled in your mind with your job.
“I met someone at the diner.” I told them. It did nothing to ease their suspicions. “Ah, you should have seen her. Beautiful in her midnight blue dress with silver stars.”
“Talking my ear off about quantum entanglement and how she doesn’t believe ‘fate’ exists.” I continued after a breathy pause. “And her car? A gorgeous vintage.”
“The biggest, largest bonus of the entire night? She grabbed my hand, wrote her number with a pink sharpie and bought me dessert before she left.” I was rambling. I knew that. But how could I not? How could I not ramble about the woman that made a lasting impression on me?
You probably could kick my arse, and I’d thank you for it afterwards. A strong woman like you? Rare. A strong and smart woman like you? Even rarer.
It was when they saw you disintegrate a soda can in your pyjamas while your cat looked on with disinterest. Soap saw you shoot the thing in your makeshift shooting range with your makeshift targets made from a stack of empty soda cans. He only found you there after hearing the evil cackle you made from behind the brick fence.
Things started making far more sense after seeing you in person finally. Though the amount of sense wasn’t all that much. The level of unhinged is only amplified by the fact that you couldn’t be bothered to change out of your pyjamas first.
Soap recognised you from an explosive drill you did to ‘get a better handle on things’. He was far too scared to ask what you meant at the time. The grenade you altered and wanted to test out? How you said it was meant to replicate the effects of outer space in a compact form.
You are a contradiction of sorts. A living, breathing contradiction, paradox and conundrum altogether. “How did you like that grenade I made?” you asked Soap. “I have made a few upgrades since the last version. I can’t wait to show you the progress I made.”
You brought them up on the digital whiteboard on the wall of your lab. The upgrades were: sticky grip, vanta black coating, heavily reduction in shrapnel, a more concentrated burst of energy, the ability to create a small vacuum around it and, my personal favourite, a self-destruct mechanism that would make Q proud.
Soap looked at you with a mix of awe and fear. “Jesus, Doc. That's... That's some serious shit you're playing with here. How the hell do you even come up with these ideas?”
"Regular grenades, grenade launchers, they're all so... pedestrian." You say with a dismissive wave of your hand, a hint of mischief glinting in your eyes. "But a grenade that can stick to surfaces, reduce collateral damage, and create a temporary vacuum? That's a game-changer. It's like bringing a piece of the cosmos into combat."
The room falls silent for a moment, the weight of your words hanging in the air like the aftermath of a supernova. Then, Soap laughs, a boisterous sound that fills the lab. "You're insane, Doc, you know that? In the best possible way." He says, clapping his hands together with the kind of excitement that only a seasoned soldier could muster for something so potentially destructive.
"I named it after the Fibonacci sequence." you told him.
Soap looked at you with bewilderment. "The Fibonacci sequence? As in, the mathematical sequence that appears in nature?"
"Yes. That one." you were buzzing with so much excitement.
Soap nodded slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, Doc. You've officially out-nerded us all. A grenade named after a maths sequence that's supposed to replicate space?"
“Just wait till you see my gaming set up.” You stated. Hinting at one of your hobbies you have.
You showed off your gaming set up in the room beside your lab. The framed posters of movies you enjoyed on the walls. The mouse pad with the Doom Slayer on it and your computer had a Lady Maria from bloodborne animated wallpaper on all three of your computer monitors.
The life-sized statue of The Master Chief from the Halo game series. The rug with the Millennium Falcon printed onto it. Though the sex doll you had in the other corner of the room was rather specific, with the j-cup sized breasts, blonde hair, height of 5 foot 3 and brown eyes.
“Is that...?” Soap’s eyes widened, pointing to the doll.
"A sex doll? Yes." you answered.
Soap looked at the doll again, his expression unreadable. "What's the story behind that?"
"Apart from the outfits I put on her to see if it'll look any good on my own figure?" you asked.
Soap’s face was a picture, a mix of shock and confusion. “You dress her up?”
"Did you expect me to leave her naked?" you questioned.
Ghost smothered a laugh with his hand while Gaz's eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere except at the doll. Soap was the only one who remained unfazed, his gaze lingering on the doll with a sort of detached curiosity.
"Truth be told, I'm surprised you even spotted it." you snickered.
Soap’s curiosity grew, “How’d you get into gaming?”
"Older brother." you answered.
Soap raised an eyebrow, "He sounds like quite the character."
"Yeah, but he wasn't into hentai like I am so there." you quipped.
Soap and Gaz exchanged a look, clearly surprised by your candidness. Ghost remained stoic, his gaze lingering on the doll with an unreadable expression. You didn't miss the glances, but you were used to people's reactions to your unconventional hobbies. You shrugged it off, moving over to your computer.
"You guys play games?" you asked, changing the subject. The room felt awkwardly silent, but you didn't mind. It was your space, your sanctuary, and you felt comfortable with your newfound guests.
"Yeah, we've got our fair share of downtime." Soap admitted, "What's your go-to?"
"Bloodborne, Elden Ring, Doom 2016, Doom Eternal, Halo Reach, and, The Evil Within 2." You replied without a moment's hesitation.
I didn't think I would have liked her this much. Though to be fair I wasn't expecting to bump into her to begin with. Sure, you weren’t what I imagined you to be. But I like it better this way. Soap and Ghost assumed you were socially inept as soon as I told them you were a scientist.
I’m just glad I finally met someone with the right kind of madness inside them.
#poly141#poly!141#poly141 x reader fic#poly141 x reader#simon ghost riley#john price#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#codmwii#cod mwii#cod mwii fic#codmwii fic#codmwii fanfic#codmwii fanfiction#poly141 x female reader#poly141 x fem reader#poly141 x f!reader#poly141 x f! reader#john price x reader#John Price x Female reader#Kyle Gaz Garrick x Female reader#John Soap MacTavish x Female reader#Simon Ghost Riley x Female reader#Cod x Female reader#cod x fem reader#cod x f!reader#cod fanfiction#cod fic#cod fanfic
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my favorite soap is the soap that is so so soft and gentle toward ghost. like he LOVES that man and he will make sure said man knows it. he looks at ghost like he hung the stars. traces over the scars of Ghost’s body, committing each one to memory. draws him over and over again, sketchbooks lined with ghost’s eyes, hands, mask, lips- he fucking loves that man.
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Babes, I just need another dad joke from Ghost please 🥺 I'm a slut for them.
I can give you a few actually. One of these I used previously in Unsweetened lemonade, but I love it too much.
1.
“What came first — chicken or egg?”, Simon drops a question on you out of a sudden, when your fork is halfway up to your mouth. You hum in question, your brows furrowing. What’s up with philosophical moods out of nowhere? Since when he like these kinds of questions.
But Simon looks at you, practically vibrating with anticipation and you jerk your chin up in question and watch how his eyes crinkle with the force of his grin.
Oh, this can’t be good.
“The rooster did”, he announces, actually cackling when you smack his shoulder, blush creeping up your face. Fucking insufferable this man and his jokes are.
2.
The mission is taking longer than expected, rain pouring down like it wants to fucking drown you but the steady stream of information from Ghost in your comms makes it somehow tolerable.
Not the worst conditions you worked in, at least you found some semi-dry part of the roof to hole into while you wait with a sniper rifle, eye pressed to a scope.
“How do you call a medieval spy?”, Ghost suddenly asks and you can’t help the twitch to the corners of your lips. Fucking hell, here it comes.
“How?”, you murmur quietly, laying in the shadows and rubble, not moving an inch of your body while you wait for a target to arrive at the place.
“Sir Veillance���, he shares like it’s a good joke and now you never can tell him that it’s not because your shoulders visible shake with silent laughter as you press your eye harder to the scope. Can’t get distracted on the job no matter how fucking ridiculous it gets.
“Have one for you too, L.T.”, you say and you know he can hear that your voice is a little breathy after laughter. When he speaks again you can feel the force of his smirk, the smug bastard enjoys making you laugh a little too much.
“Give it to me, sergeant”
“Why Sir Veillance would wear only leather?”, you prompt and fall silent for a few moments, giving Simon time to think about the question. He hums after a beat, eyes still monitoring the surroundings
“Why?”, he finally asks you and maybe you understand why he has all these cheesy dad jokes. Gives a right little kick.
“Because it’s made of hide”, you announce and your voice is shaking with laughter, breaking into practically a whisper as you force it down. There is a silence over the comms and then a small hoarse crack — barely half a chuckle.
“Not bad”, Ghost finally says and you can hear smile in his voice, your own grin widening. “Now eyes on the spot, we have our target arriving at the place”
“Roger that, sir”, you murmur, pressing yourself lower and curling a finger around the trigger.
Soap will tell you later not to indulge lieutenant Riley and his one dry sense of humour but you come to find out that maybe, just maybe, it does work on you a little too well
#call of duty#cod mw2#girl.snippets#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x reader#simon riley
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Emotions are hard for Ghost
Simon was staring into his cup of tea, it was barely warm at this point. He wasn’t a very emotional man, never have been, but lately he’s been having a lot to figure out when it comes to his emotions. Than he has to figure out what to do with the emotions. It was simpler when he didn’t feel much of anything, he glanced up to see Johnny skating in his journal from across the table. Simon thought that letting himself feel things again at least had it perks, he could admit to himself.
“Johnny,” Simon spoke softly, just enough to draw Soap’s attention from what he was doodling.
Johnny just hummed in response but did look up at him with a raised eyebrow.
“I think-”Ghost started to speak.
“Oi, there’s no I when it comes to our relationship LT, it’s just we at this point.” Johnny gave Simon a cheeky smile as if he was waiting for this moment.
Simon gave Soap a look before continuing. “Fine, then WE have a crush on Y/N”
“You’re damn right we do! They’re everything we want and need in a partner. Now the question is how are we gonna get a date with them?” Soap had an excited look about him now that they were on the same page.
“Let me get a new cup and we can plan.” Simon stood up from his chair to get himself a new warm cup of tea.
#wow this has so much feeling#I love how you've written supportive Johnny and how comfortable simon is with him#cod#simon riley#ghost simon riley#john mactavish#john soap mactavish#call of duty#ghost x reader#simon riley x you#soap x reader#ghoap x reader#ghoap#soap x ghost
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Slip-Up
#i put way too much effort than intended hhh#I LOVE DRAWING BDAY ART... ITS A SHAME NONE OF THE BOYS HAVE A CANON BIRTH DATE#but yeah this is how i imagine how Soap and Gaz would learn bout Ghost's bday cuz bitch nEVER SHARES#also ngl... this is also based on real life exp HSAHSHASH MY SHS FRIENDS FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY CUZ WE WERE SO STRESSED ABOUT MIDTERMS#they bought me a small cupcake with a candle and this sort of blueberry cheesecake and it was so good!!#my art#2023#call of duty#call of duty: modern warfare#call of duty: modern warfare ii#call of duty: modern warfare iii#cod#codmw#codmwii#codmwiii#modern warfare#mw2#mw3#ghost#soap#gaz#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#task force 141#tf141#141#art#fanart#digital art
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Hii! Can you do ghoap x reader fluff? Like cuddles with mild flirting (from soap, obviously) and like soap is the little spoon, because in return he gets head scratches in return, reader in the middle, and Simon as the big spoon just pressing his face into the crook of readers neck?
Would rlly apreciate it <3
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i loved this idea when i read it and then proceeded to take far too long to actually answer it lmao BUT!! here it is,, ghoap x fem!reader fluff - ty for the request 💓
you picked up the cheap jar of pasta sauce and compared it to the branded version stacked next to it. as far as you could tell, the ingredients were the same and the little veg chunks included weren’t any smaller.
you nodded to yourself. it was decided, you weren’t paying two quid extra just for a name, fuck dolmio.
you looked higher to the top shelf and frowned when you saw the pasta had been pushed away from the edge and you’d be unable to reach it on your own.
“need a hand, dove?”
you turned to see a handsome man with a mohawk beelining towards you, his eyes tracing your frame with hot familiarity. without waiting for your response, he bullied his way into your space to reach over you for the pasta. barely stepping back, he handed you the pack and looked you up and down.
“thanks, stranger,” you said, holding back a laugh at his amused smile. you saw the moment he decided to play along.
“pretty skirt,” he said and nodded down to your bare legs peeking out beneath the denim.
“hm, my boyfriend got me it,” you said, a little teasingly.
“oh? and this boyfriend, he’s left ye all alone to do the shoppin’ has he?”
“no, he’ll be back soon. and he’s kinda protective, won’t be happy seeing me talking to other guys,” you said trying not to smile.
“ah’m no’ scared,” he scoffed, his own smile breaking out as he looked around the aisle eagerly for the aforementioned boyfriend.
“i don’t know, he’s pretty big and strong, wears a scary mask,” you said.
“aye? reminds me o’ my boyfriend,” he said and you finally giggled, leaning in to kiss him and giving up playing pretend.
“dove, they got their tiger bread in stock again,” simon said as he rounded the corner of the aisle and interrupting your kiss. “i ha’n’t ‘ad this in ages.” simon barely paused at the unexpected appearance of johnny, his eyes turning up in the corners as he smiled under his mask. “johnny, look, tiger bread.”
“yeah, i seen, si,” johnny said fondly, crowding you back against the trolley. “only getting the one loaf?”
simon paused. “hm. you’re right.”
you snorted as he dropped the bread into the trolley before heading back to the bakery section and leaving the pair of you alone again.
“work was a fookin’ drag, dove, cannae stand all this paperwork they’re keepin’ me busy with,” johnny groaned into your temple. you petted his arm consolingly before turning back to your list and shopping trolley.
“you were injured less than a month back, john, you can’t have been expecting to be back in the field so soon?” you hummed as you continued shopping with johnny leant over your back.
his silence spoke volumes.
you shook your head as you made your way through the store and waved simon over as you passed him by, hoping he hadn’t harassed the bakery staff into making more tiger loaves last minute for him. the absolute fiend.
“wha’s wrong with him?” simon asked as he got back, hands full as he nodded to johnny’s slumped frame. you refrained from asking simon if you really needed three tiger breads and instead nudged your other boyfriend up from your shoulder.
“he’s bored,” you said easily, grinning when johnny pulled back properly to send you a betrayed look.
“fuck’s sake. c’mere,” simon huffed before dipping down to kiss him, chuffing a laugh as johnny sputtered at the woollen texture of the mask in between them. “you’ll be back in no time. just behave or it’ll be longer.”
“ye sound like cap,” johnny grimaced. he wiped a hand down his tired face. “when are we goin’ home, hm? fuckin’ knackered, could do with a nap before dinner.”
“y’drive ‘ere?” ghost asked while you grabbed a box of eggs, checking for any cracked inside.
“aye.”
“then you can leave whenever,” ghost said flatly, though the glint of his eyes in the overhead lights betrayed his amusement at johnny’s plight.
johnny pouted.
“yer cruel, si. tell him, dove, he’s heartless,” johnny bemoaned dramatically.
“you’re cruel and heartless, simon, would you prefer strawberry jam or raspberry for a change?”
“could be a treat,” ghost conceded.
johnny groaned at the both of you, pinching your hip when you laughed.
“you both know i cannae sleep without someone’s arms around me,” he huffed, turning his big puppy eyes on you both.
you caved immediately.
“aw poor baby,” you cooed, biting your lip when you saw simon roll his eyes. “let’s get this done quick then, yeah? go grab the burgers we like from the frozen section and that ice cream we got a couple weeks back.”
“yes, ma’am.” johnny jogged off.
“si, can i trust you not to make your way back to the bakery if i give you a list of items to grab?”
“no,” he admitted without shame. “i saw the lad in the back prepping more for tomorrow, think i could convince ‘im to cook ‘em now for me if given the time.”
“right. hand holding it is as we find the toiletries then. ‘s like herding cats with you two.”
simon hummed, his eyes trained on the section you knew the bakery to be hidden in.
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once home, johnny packed away the majority of your shopping in record time, snatching the jam from simon’s hands and almost throwing it onto the work top before plying his mask up one handed and dragging him down into a rough kiss with the other. you watched, amused, with raised eyebrows as johnny dragged him back towards the bedroom desperately, waving a hand at you and gasping out a needy, “dove, c’mon, stop fucking around,” in between wet kisses.
you didn’t need to be told twice before attaching your hands onto simon’s thick waist from behind, guiding them from bumping into any furniture or walls as they stumbled blind to the bedroom.
johnny pulled back with a dopey smile and pushed simon none too gently onto the bed. you took advantage of his lowered height and pulled off his mask completely, rubbing a gentle hand over his buzz cut hair and down to his jaw. you leant in for a soft peck before feeling johnny’s hands and arms wrap around your soft stomach.
he clung to you, nuzzling at your cheek over your shoulder until you turned in his arms to share your attention.
you heard the bed creak as simon settled further up the bed as johnny kissed you. you shuffled back, parting from johnny just long enough to get your bearings and climb onto the bed, simon’s hands moving to guide you back as johnny hummed against your lips.
you flopped back into simon’s arms, got comfortable as he wrapped you up and held you tight against him.
johnny sighed in relief at the sight and shuffled down so he could rest his head on your chest.
you gathered him close and laughed when he started whining when your hands stayed on his shoulders.
“so needy johnny, have you ever heard the phrase ‘patience is a virtue’?” you teased as you started to run your nails through his hair, lightly scratching until he sighed and dropped his body weight against you and simon.
“too t’red,” he mumbled.
simon lifted his warm hand from your hip and draped it heavily over the back of johnny’s neck, keeping him close. soon enough, the scot was snoring.
you tried not to laugh, your chest bouncing johnny with your muffled chuckles. “i think that might be a record.”
“tired lamb,” simon said condescendingly, but he rubbed his thumb lovingly over the soft skin behind johnny’s ear.
“don’t be mean.” you grinned back at him.
simon hummed and rested his head into the crook of your neck, tucking you in closer with the arm still wrapped underneath your waist. “not bein’ mean.”
he nipped at your neck, a soft nibble that had you gasping and clenching your thick thighs around the one johnny had slipped inbetween.
“prick,” you huffed without malice when he stopped and let out a long tired breath in your ear. he hummed with closed eyes, clearly not listening.
you chuffed a laugh into johnny’s hair. the low thrum of arousal simon had brought on was easy enough to ignore but you’d have rather he’d finished what he started. instead, you tucked your cold toes between his large calves behind you in penance and tugged johnny even closer, enough to smother him. with your arse perched perfectly in simon’s lap and johnny nestled close to his second favourite place on your body, you were sure they’d give you what you were after once their nap is over. you closed your eyes with a smile; you could wait for them to get their energy up, and you loved your puppy piles just as much as they did.
#idk if you wanted fem or gn reader but i went fem in the end bc it was easier to write :p#sorry if you wanted gn!! feel free to put in another request for it and ill get started lmao#i hope you like it!!#i know this is a little bit of a toe dip into smut and not just 100% soft pg fluff but i couldn’t help it#stellewrites asks#sorry but i had tiger bread for the first time in 2 years the other day and it changed my life#forgot how much i love that stuff#AND cheesy jalepeno bread OOO i need to get that again too#so basically put that into ghost here lmao ahdkajdjajsj#ghoap x reader#ghoap#ghost x reader#ghost x soap x reader#ghost x reader x soap#soap x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader x johnny mactavish#johnny soap mactavish x reader#i’ve got a petty hatred for branded stuff vs aldi’s own like the price difference is crazy but they’re exactly the same!!!#so that also jumped out at the start of this lmao
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ghost who was chemically castrated by roba and soap who wants to help him to regain his sexual autonomy
nsfw, angst, roba, unnegotiated unsafe but consensual gun play, hopeful ending
💀🧼
ghost walks like it hangs low.
there’s a tilt to his hips and a spread in his thighs and johnny’s never been able to stop staring.
and ghost’s never asked him to.
he knows he’s seen him; he’s not exactly discreet. he swears he’s even seen him cock his hips out before to give him a better view. but he always pulls back just as they toe the line; verbal cold water on the tentative heat they almost can’t help but spark when they’re together.
it’s never a no; johnny’s not so selfish of a cunt that he’d push when he knows he isn’t welcome. it’s always a reluctance; an “i wish i could,” never in so many words. an open ended “but…” as ghost circles the reason without ever actually saying it. johnny knows it’s something personal, something more than a difference in rank could ever excuse.
so he backs off when ghost does, jokes instead of flirts and holds his breath through the agonising wait until ghost lets him in close again. waits to know if he’ll let him close again.
it’s almost anticlimactic, the end of their dance; his delicate steps and looping logic to work out why bulldozed as ghost comes out and says one random night, “i can’t fuck.”
it’s not bitter. it doesn’t grate coming out of his throat; he doesn’t spit it like it’s something to be ashamed, not twisted with insecurity as if it’s an accusation by an ex.
it’s a statement of fact.
“you can’t fuck,” johnny echoes anyway because even if it is the reason, the big why… it still doesn’t really answer anything.
“i can’t get it up,” he elaborates, this horrid blankness in his eyes like he’s reading from a script. “whatever you’re looking for, whatever you want- i can’t give it to you.”
johnny just looks at him, the chill air prickling his skin. “right,” he nods calmly. “because my interest in you starts and ends with your dick.”
that blank calm shatters. “johnny…” he warns.
“do you really think i’m that shallow?” he cuts in, curing himself for the way his voice breaks but he never thought ghost would think so low of him; that this whole time, ghost’s thought that’s the only thing he wants from him. “like i’d take you for a ride ‘n just drop you?”
“there’s a difference between not gettin’ it for one night and never gettin’ it at all,” ghost growls, turning his back on him to lean against the edge of the roof. his shoulders heave and the anger seeps from him in one long breath. “it’s not a hitch, johnny. not a performance issue or ptsd or whatever the fuck you’re thinkin’. it’s permanent. irreversible.”
irreversible.
johnny stops, cold creeping up his limbs and dousing his defensive anger. ghost is many things and when it comes to his words, chief amongst them all is deliberate. he didn’t say it’s unfixable. incurable.
irreversible.
johnny buries his selfish hurt and scuffs his boots, an unobtrusive warning of movement, and comes up beside him; just enough distance between them to catch their breaths. he leans back against the ledge and looks over the opposite side of the roof at the dark sky.
“mexico,” he murmurs. not an accusation. not even really a question but ghost collapses in on himself anyway; sinking into his crossed arms digging into the ledge.
“mexico,” he agrees just as quietly. “‘pparently, roba found it more entertaining to let me keep it but- cut the cords. more demeaning that way; cock’s gone, at least you don’t feel the urge. don’t have to look at the fuckin’ thing hang there when nothin’ fuckin’ works.
“it’s not ‘bout how i see you, johnny,” ghost promises and it’s almost apologetic. “but you like sex. eventually, you’ll want it. and i can’t give it to you. easier to just… not let it get to that point.”
johnny’s jaw flexes. everything in him wants to reject it, wants to protest that something as trivial as an orgasm is more important to him than ghost.
but he also knows words are useless here.
they stand there looking out into the gathering dark, tense silence hanging between them, and the only thing johnny knows is if he isn’t careful, he could lose the one person he cares about most.
💀🧼
ghost’s been uneasy since his abrupt confession.
he knows it was sudden, borderline cruel to dump his shit on johnny with no warning but he just couldn’t take it anymore; couldn’t take the back and forth when he knew it would never go anywhere, couldn’t take johnny’s hope when he knew he’d have to watch it twist into disgust and pity.
into disappointment.
he figures that’s the end of it; there’ll be no more flirting now, no more staring or heated looks, no more teasing him by spreading his knees out just to see the flash of hunger in his eyes. the control he felt playing with johnny knowing it was welcome, just because he could- he’ll never feel that again. not now that johnny knows the truth.
then he steps into his room to find johnny laying naked on his bed.
he’s not spread out like an offering, not throwing him some cheap sultry glance as he plays with himself. he’s not even hard; his cock limp over the cradle of his balls, his legs bent loosely together, arms under his head as if he’s settling down for the night.
ghost sighs and shuts the door behind him. “johnny…”
“i know,” johnny says and it’s gentle; not cutting him off, just getting his attention. “just… hear me out?”
there’s nothing else to say. there’s nothing johnny can say or do to fix his violated body. but ghost still crosses his arms and leans back against the door like he can anyway.
johnny pushes himself up and off the bed, closing the distance between them but still giving him enough space to breathe; to open the door behind him, to escape.
“i can never know what was taken from you,” he starts and ghost’s fingers dig into his arms. “i can never know what it means to you. and i can never get it back.”
he doesn’t break eye contact and slowly lowers himself to his knees. “but i can give you something else.”
“you?” ghost guesses flatly and as much as it warms his blood, as much as he’s imagined having johnny look up at him just like this… it’s still not enough to offset the sickening swoop in his gut when his cock doesn’t so much as twitch.
“i’m a nice bonus,” johnny purrs but his smile remains gentle. “but i’m not the main event.”
he lifts a hand and ghost readies to smack it away when he reaches for his thigh holster instead of his belt. he flicks the closing strap open and pulls his handgun, his favourite, free.
“you told me you can’t fuck,” he murmurs, popping out the clip. he taps it against the side and loads it back in with a practiced hit with the butt of his palm. “but fucking isn’t all there is.”
“johnny, what…” ghost starts just to cut himself off as johnny thumbs off the safety and loads a round into the chamber.
“you trust me?” johnny asks and it’s as loaded as the gun in his hand.
good then, that ghost knows the answer. “always have.”
johnny’s smile blooms with warmth, with pride, and it chases away any reluctance he could possibly feel. he lets him take his hands in his, wrapping them around the gun with his finger on the trigger guard. he brings the barrel up beside his temple, holding it steady before his hands fall away.
until it’s only ghost between him and a bullet.
johnny’s hands go to his belt, his movements slow enough for ghost to stop him long before he reaches his cock, forever hanging limp in his pants. but he just rubs the muzzle along his temple, almost nuzzling him with the gun as he pulls down his jeans and boxers.
he waits for johnny to take him in hand, maybe try and pantomime a handy, and his hips almost recoil at the thought.
but he doesn’t try to touch him.
instead, he takes his wrist and guides the gun to sit in front of his cock; angling it to follow the same slight curve he has then holds his hands behind his back like he’s standing at attention. he splays his knees wide, sinking deeper and ghost sucks in a harsh breath as johnny ducks under the gun; his eyes locked on his as he curls his tongue under the barrel and brings it into his mouth.
it takes every ounce of will he has to not let his hand shake around the gun as johnny gives it the slowest, messiest blowjob he’s ever seen; slowly rising higher on his knees, guiding the gun up with him as if it’s his cock hardening. his cheeks hollow as he sucks, tongue laving up the barrel and flicking out to play with the muzzle like a cockhead, moaning with every bob of his head until saliva drips off the metal and makes a mess of his chin.
ghost’s never felt so powerful as he does watching johnny hang off the end of his gun; watching his cock harden and drool between his legs without a single touch, knowing he could pull the trigger at any time and johnny would not only let him but he’d thank him.
the thought breaks him from his paralysis, drawing the gun from his lips and johnny immediately stills; rolling his wide eyes up like he’s trying to check on him. ghost pushes every ounce of heat into his gaze and cocks the gun to the side, slowly pushing it back in until johnny’s lips meet the trigger guard.
johnny whines as he fucks his mouth, thrusting his hips along with each long drag like the gun is an extension of his body; almost too rough as tears prick his eyes and his lips redden and bruise but he never asks him to stop; his cock leaking a puddle on the floor beneath him.
“you gonna cum for me, johnny?” ghost croons, holding back a groan when just his voice is enough to make him shiver. “gonna cum with my fucking gun down your throat?”
he gives a broken whimper, as close to an agreement as he can make, and ghost crowds in close. he grips the base of his mohawk, wrenching his head back until his throat is flush to the front of his thigh. johnny lets out a choked cry, eyes rolling back and he doesn’t hold back as he brutally fucks his face; feeling the bulge of his gun in his throat against his leg.
“come on, johnny; you wanna be my good little holster?” he growls and makes sure he’s watching as his finger moves from the guard to the trigger. “then take my fucking load.”
he forces the gun as deep as he can and johnny gags, his shaking body locking up as he cums untouched; painting the floor and ghost’s boot, cock twitching and pulsing hard enough to bump against his belly and leave a string of cum threading from it to his cock.
ghost watches him spasm and moan, his throat convulsing around the gun and a heated knot of satisfaction tightens in his gut; so close to the memory of an orgasm, he’s almost dizzy with it.
johnny slumps forward, his hands slipping from behind his back, and ghost quickly flicks the safety back on and drops to his knees. he slides the gun away and pulls johnny forward to collapse into his chest, taking his weight off his knees; his whole body trembling with aftershocks.
“you’re crazy, johnny,” ghost whispers, awed, and feels him smile against his chest.
“aye,” he agrees, voice raspy from his gun scraping up his throat. “how else am i supposed to prove that i mean it?”
ghost tries not to tense up; tries not to let hope sink its cruel roots into his chest. “mean it?”
johnny pulls back, his cheeks still flushed and sticky with spilled tears. “i’m yours, ghost; in any and every way you’ll have me,” he promises. “sex or no sex. this can never happen again and i’ll still never stop wanting you. it doesn’t matter to me as much as you do. you’re everythin’ to me, ghost. not your body; not what you can give me. just you.”
a knot crowds in his throat. “and you needed to deep throat my pistol to prove that?” he deflects.
and just like always, johnny lets him. “worked, didn’t it?” he winks. “you fucked my brains out.”
ghost rolls his eyes to hide the softness he knows is flooding them and helps johnny up and gets him into his shower; cleaning him of the sweat and cum and spit covering his body.
that ghost covered his body in.
his chest hitches at the reminder as he strips himself down to a single layer and all but falls into bed, tugging johnny in after him when he hesitates just slightly at the edge of the bed; splaying his still naked body over him, sated and loose.
“i really do mean it,” johnny whispers into the crook of his neck sometime later; when their breaths have settled and synced.
ghost sweeps his fingers up and down the length of his spine, skin he’s never seen. skin he now knows every inch of. “i know you do,” he whispers back.
and for once, he thinks it might be enough.
#hello i am once again thinking about erectile dysfunction#as i am wont to do#and how such a major loss of identity and control can seriously mess you up#thats very much the theme of this one#as much as its obviously about gunplay and how hot that is its also about regaining that control over yourself#ghost was imasculated and violated#its not really about sex and soap knows that; its about retaking what was stolen from him#the power that ghost feels is hugely important to his journey to healing#and they almost definitely arent going about it the best way but hey if it works it works#also just a little thing#but both of them nonverbally setting the boundary of soaps hands being behind his back meaning the scene is going actually makes me melt#the second soaps hands come forward not only do they both take it as the end of the scene but ghost takes it as soap not being present#enough to continue#hes slipped deep enough into subspace or hes exhausted enough that he cant hold position which means the scene is over#i love them so goddamn much#anyway i have a lot of issues with control being taken for me and why else does ghost exist if not for me to project my issues onto him!#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#soap cod#john soap mactavish#cod mw2#cod fic
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