#bar mactavish

[cod-dump]

Idk what this is, just remembered this scene existed and had visions

Bar: Hey, sir! Are you wearing your running bottoms…and your hoodie?

Random Shadow: Commander, are you going running?

Graves: *curtly nods and walks out the door*

Price: Have fun!

*all of the Shadow Company looks at each other in shock*

Second Shadow Member: Oh my god. What is wrong with Graves right now?

Third Shadow Member: Yeah, what happened? Are you guys okay?

Price: Phillip is going for a run. If anything we should be asking what is right with him.

Bar: He only goes running when he’s upset and he’s wearing his sad hoodie, and by the looks of it, it’s been washed which is bone chilling.

Price: Everything’s fine. He’s okay.

Moose: *storms into the room* I JUST SAW COMMANDER PHILLIPS ON THE COURSE! RUNNING! ON PURPOSE! OH MY GOD!

Price: Maybe I was wrong…

Moose: *yelling out the window* SIR! ARE YOU OKAY? I SEE YOU! AND I LOVE YOU!

Price: In my defense, no one here emotes in a normal way.

Bar: That’s fair.

the sad hoodie is so real

[shadow-riley]

iconic duo<3

"I could never call Soap Johnny"

"Don't. Only Ghost can pull that off"

[bluegiragi]

open wide.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[sky-is-the-limit]

[aidenlydia]

Sub Captain MacTavish!! :3 Full version on here

[m-1-8]

nice of Soap to tie his shoes 👞👞✨

3. Hallowduty fun part 2 part 1

[priceinjection]

Body Shots

I woke up in a cold sweat to write this and it went from a short little paragraph to a four part series, please enjoy

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Pt.1 | Pt.2 |

CW: Drinking (duh), drunk sex, (oral male!receiving), exhibition (kinda? In a loose term), mentions of Simon sharing you with the team

The first time you suggested body shots you were in your boyfriend Simon’s apartment drinking with his team. 

Johnny and Gaz sat at the kitchen counter, chatting about something unimportant. You and Simon sat on the couch, but he was turned away from you talking to Price. You were feeling incredibly bored so you spoke, “I think body shots could be fun right now., don’t you boys?” When the words left your lips all conversation ceased and you could see all of their eyes light up, thinking they’re about to not only see you topless but they get to lick you. What nobody excepted; however, was for you to gently push Simon onto his back on the couch. When you asked, Gaz scrambled to find and hand you the supplies without a second thought. The room was silent except for the quiet radio as everyone watched you pull Simon’s shirt up, sprinkle a trail of salt onto his chest, and place a lime wedge between his lips. A strained “fuck” left Johnny’s lips when you moved to straddle Simon. You could have sworn you saw Johnny and Gaz adjust themselves in sync when you leaned down to slowly lick the salt off of Simon’s chest. You threw back the shot of tequila with ease before taking the lime from Simon’s mouth with your own. With a self satisfied smirk on your face and the attention of all four men in the room you sat back up properly. “Anyone else want a turn?” Unfortunately nobody else would get a turn that night, Simon demanding they all get lost. You stood to let him physically push everyone out of the door, laughing at the chorus of ‘boos’ and complaints that you two received. 

When the door finally shut Simon whipped around and grabbed you by the hair, using his grip to push you to your knees with one hand and undo his fly with the other. “Think you’re cheeky huh? Think it’s funny to let ‘em think they get to put their mouths on you, just to be a fuckin’ tease and make ‘em all watch you take the shot instead?” His words surprised you for a moment, he wasn’t mad that you implied his team could put their mouths on you…oh no, he was pissed because you made them think they could and then denied them. The realization sent chills down your spine, but before you could get any words in either to tease him or poke at the idea of him sharing you Simon was forcing your mouth open. “C’mon luv, open up for me. You were so eager to use your mouth earlier. Let’s see you do it again yeah?”

Simon laid his leaking tip on your tongue when you stuck it out for him. You looked up at him with those pretty doe eyes you knew made him crazy as you slowly took more of him into your mouth. The taste of his pre-cum mixing with the aftertaste of the shot you had just taken caused you to let out an involuntary moan. As if acting on some primal instinct Simon pushed your head as far down as you could go, 3/4 of the way his pushing was met with resistance “come on sweet’eart…swallow. Swa-yeah, attagirl.”” You manage to get those last few inches down your throat, your nose brushing against those pretty blonde curls at his base. Your hands reached up to brace yourself on his thighs as he started to move your head, using your mouth like his own personal toy. The gagging and slurping sounds that emitted from you were downright filthy, and your looked matched the sounds. Saliva covering your chin and dripping down onto your chest. After what felt like forever but was probably just a few minutes or so your boyfriend pulled you off of him with a satisfying ‘pop’. Your chest heaved as you attempted to catch your breath. Simon let go of your hair and moved to sit back on the couch, you didn’t dare move a muscle.  Once he was comfortable he looked you over and patted his lap. The simple non-verbal command and you stripping your bottoms and moving to straddle his lap.

You were already soaked and both of you knew it. “You this fuckin’ wet just from sucking me off dove?” His words were accompanied by the feeling of his finger sliding across your slit, gathering up some of the wetness that leaked from you. The gentle touch alone had you bucking your hips, an action that was quickly halted by Simons free hand gripping your thigh. “Wait” His voice dark and rough and had that ’don’t fuck with me’ tone that made your stomach do backflips. You watched with wide eyes as Simon brought his finger to his lips and sucked your slick off of his finger. “Fuckin’ divine you know that luv?”  Your response came in the form of a desperate whimper and another attempt to grind your aching cunt against his cock. It was right there, so close and still wet from your saliva.

Simon let out a chuckle before lifting your hips a little so he could properly position himself, lining up with your hole in a practiced manner that came from far too much couch sex. He helped you slowly lower yourself down onto him, letting you accommodate to the stretch. “Thats it. Thats a good girl, just like that,” When you were properly sat you both let out a shuddery breath. No matter how many times he fucked you his size was still a shock to your body that you had to adjust to, but once you were ready your hips became an unstoppable force. Not that Simon would want to stop the way you bounced up and down, moved back and forth, greedy walls gripping him and trying to suck him back in every time you pulled up even a little. It was absolute heaven for both of you and it was bringing you closer to your orgasm faster than you cared to admit. 

Your moans raised in pitch the closer you got to your orgasm “Simon..Si..Simons please im-“ He covered your mouth with his hand quickly. “Not yet, please…just a little longer, wanna fuck your cunt for just al little longer. You can wait cant you doll?” You whined in protest but nodded nevertheless, you couldn’t say no to him. Especially when his eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes squeezed shut as his hips rammed up into yours, the feeling making you borderline delirious. Simon didn’t tell you that you were allowed to cum yet , at least not verbally. Instead he reached a hand down between your bodies to rub at your poor sensitive and neglected clit, it was too much. The please making your head spin and hips falter. “S’okay dove, let go for me.” Thats all you needed to absolutely fall apart on top of your boyfriend, his own Orgasm following soon after.

One satisfying and much needed shower later Simon was tucking you into bed and pulling you close to him. As you drifted off to sleep you could hear him mutter about how well you did and how good you could be for his boys.

[doodlesdreaming]

If you have anxiety, blow it up or find a safe place to catch your breath…

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

141!Reader: Interrogation

Soap: Shepherd won't talk. Should we... you know? Price: Use torture? No. Y/N will handle it. Ghost: Y/N? You mean 5'2 Y/N? Soap: Yeah, how the hell would Y/N be intimidating? Price: Just watch. [In the interrogation room] Reader: Let's play a little game I made. All you have to do is pick a candy bar, one has a blade. If you eat the wrong one, I swear to God, boy, that's on you. All I know is if you spit that shit out, boy, I bet I'd shoot. Shepherd: Also Shepherd: What the fuck-

[laswells-ashtray]

The 141 do a movie night one day and decide to throw on Tombstone. No one's really that interested to begin with, talking among themselves or sitting on their phones but by the end of the movie they all share a single belief that they refuse to verbalise.

Every one of them would fuck Val Kilmer's Doc Holliday and they're all far too turned on thinking about it.

[springsylph]

johnny, down on one knee in the middle of a corner store, ring pop in hand (you’d dropped it a few aisles back, he says), telling you that meeting like this again has to be fate.

and you’re a little confused, because you’ve never met this man, ever.

you’re just here on a snack run. it’s nearly midnight. you want to get home, kick up your feet, get out of these smelly clothes and maybe stop working those damn double shifts—

but people are starting to stare, and you’re sure the last thing he’d want is to make a fool of himself, so you accept his “proposal” with a thin smile (he makes you do it again while he’s paying for your things, ‘like ye mean it, wife’).

and since he paid, you let him wave to the other barely cognizant customers on the way out. let him slip the ring onto your finger under the half-dead light of a street lamp, blabbering on and on about remote honeymoon spots he’s got in mind. ye’ll love ‘em, bonnie. m’sure. let him look at you a little too lovingly (love? are you sure?) before he sucks the candy into his mouth, drool leaking onto your fingers when your senses catch up to you and you yank your hand away with a pop.

he says he’s sorry when he sniffs out that rancid air of fear about you. clasps both of your hands in his, nosing at your fingers as if in prayer. says he’s sorry, you just looked so miserable, and he’ll never do anything like that without asking ever ever ever again.

you feel a little bad. a touch concerned, too. but you likely won’t be seeing him again, so you try and play the part of the dutiful wife so you can get the fuck home without having to feel like you’ve just kicked a hungry dog. johnny—he said his name was johnny—seems happy enough when you say you trust him. happy enough for you to slip your hands away and mention that you have to be up early tomorrow for work, so you have to go.

you’re not sure you like the look in his eyes when you bid him goodnight.

it’s probably nothing.

[cod-dump]

Bar: I just made a bet with the others about how long it'll take until the Commander admits he likes 141's Captain

Moose: You shouldn't have done that

Bar: Why-

Graves, from the other room: That is the hottest man I have ever had the pleasure of betraying

Bar: FUCKING BITCH- ALREADY??

Moose: *nods solemnly*

[th3fam1lyd1ssap01ntm3nt]

SOMEONE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASEEE, IVE SEEN THIS EVERYWHERE AND I WANNA SEE SOMEONE DRAW THIS AS GHOAP 😭😭

[loadedberetta]

something something Ghost and Soap running into eachother on a dating app, but Ghost's profile is one singular black image and Soap's is decked out.

and they both know.

just a curious swipe from both of them, to see if they'd match...

[strawberrylemongrass]

I wish I could've met '22 Soap, he makes me violent in the best possible way :)

but '09 Soap?? MY Soap??? CAPTAIN FUCKING MACTAVISH??? sexyy!!! awooogah!!! I would eat a brick to see him again!! Honka-honka badonkas!! I'm going ape shit!!

[the-raindeer-king]

I feel like collectively Soap isn't appreciated enough on his own

I also know- I feel this shit in my fucking soul

He's so so affectionate. Love language? You mean physically touch. Comfort? Get held so so close. Nightmare? C'mere, big squeeze. Happy/excited? Get that tight tight hug where you're lifted off the ground and twirled around. Man's like a giant dog. Granted a very dangerous dog, but he's got that jack Russell terrier energy. Energetic, dangerous to what he hunts, and in the words of a dog dictionary "extremely loving and affectionate dogs when given the proper care, treatment and respect"

You're so so right, anon. Soap isn't appreciated enough on his own. And while I love including Simon (and I ship Ghoap hard), sometimes you gotta appreciate Soap by himself. 😌

He is, affectionately, like a dog. So serious during mission, focused on the goal. All so he can come home to you! I mean, the plane has barely landed and he's calling you, not caring that it's the middle of the night. He's coming home, and he can't wait to hear your voice!

Johnny is attached to your hip, as soon as he's home. If you're in the kitchen, he's there too, offering to help. Watching TV? Perfect, come snuggle into his side. He won't complain when you chose to rewatch your favorite show.

He definitely lives an active lifestyle when he's off duty. Loves to go hiking and enjoy nature. If you don't or can't, that's fine. He'll bring you back a cool rock though. (Probably spent most of his time looking for said rock, but he's not going to tell you that.)

I just know he'd give the best hugs too. The kind with just the right amount of squeeze and warmth, where the rest of the world melts away and all you can focus on is Johnny. It's the best way to end any kind of day, good or bad. Like imaging come home from work and getting swept up in the best hug you've ever had.

You've got this man wrapped around your finger, and all you had to do was laugh at bad attempts at flirting, feed him, and scratch his head.