#call of duty men

[p1n-p0int]

We're all pretty sure by now that John Price’s private, domestic life would be a well hidden secret, kept behind confidentiality and redacted paragraphs; not many if any people from his working environment would know that he's happily married and has two copy&paste of himself tucked away with sahm!reader at outskirts of suburban neighborhood.

Here comes the intrigue; what if the confidential information got leaked and his enemies came charging for his family?

I have two versions of how the plot could go:

1. John gets a heads up that the files about his family got into the wrong hands and rushes out home with the whole squad to get in the way of the enemy's force who's on their way to harm his family, they barely make it on time but succeed at relocating the reader and the wee babies on time to avoid them seeing the confrontation going down

2. They're too late.

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But the reader is smart enough to hide the children and instruct the older boy to keep quiet and to dial his papa's number from the phone the reader squeezes into the boy's hands in a hurry, when an hour passes from the time when the sound of heavy footsteps ceases.

*Courtain closes*

...

*Courtain reopens* cue to two little kids (temporarily) moving to a base full of deadly and overprotective uncles and stressed out of his mind John because HIS wife got KIDNAPPED?

Part One

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

I know this man fucks like a wild animal after coming back from the gym. Glazed like a glazed donut from some donut shop.

Literally ramming his cock into as his sweaty body presses against yours. His musky smell invading your nostrils as he buries his head into your neck.

Sweaty muscular body 😩

He talks you through. Calling you a good boy and praises you for taking him to the hilts. Then takes you to have a shower with him where he cares for you. Tender touches. His large hands massaging your body after fucking you. Kisses.

[ivqnx]

no doubts, a literal starboy (idek what am i saying)

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[y-ukioo]

We collectively agreed that Kyle can cook, right? Chinese, Indian, African, upgraded bland British, you name it he nails it.

Johnny more or less can cook as well; his Scottish ancestors would've rolled in their graves if one of their descendants couldn't season a stew properly. Not to mention that his little ol' granny got fed up with the men of their clan and made them cook for every single family gathering from then on. Thus Johnny can cook a decent meal, too.

John is the type of man that somewhat feeds himself on his leave, but if the meal is tasty and not burned to the bottom of the pot... It's classified information. When on base, John likes to indulge himself in cafeteria meals, hell, he even helps himself to seconds, and is SO elated whenever the cafeteria staff packs him leftovers to take to his office to snack on. They know John works hard, long hours (they think he looks silly, eating a basic cafeteria meal as if it was a 5-star restaurant).

Simon, though? Simon thinks that Heinz canned meals are the way to go. Baked beans, spaghetti, carbonara, ravioli, Mac&Cheese, chicken soup, lentil soup. He has them all stocked in his pantry. He eats them cold, hot, and lukewarm. Simon doesn't bother with seasoning the meal either, he thinks that anything other than basic salt and pepper is a hassle and doesn't bother with it. Simon thinks that the ready-to-eat meals are inventions of the century, and loves to buy them in bulk at local Tesco to indulge in during his leave.

Kyle and Johnny enjoy cooking up a supper together whenever the entirety of TF141 deploys on a mission with a decent safehouse. John and Simon are not allowed anywhere near the camping stove.

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a/n: it was inspired by my mom, she was looking at me in disgust for buying and eating a canned Heinz spaghetti😏😏

[strawberrylemongrass]

fuck it!!! im combining my special intrests!! The 141 as dogs!!!

Price - Airedale Terrier

just look at the mustaches and tell me you don't see it!

Very smart dog, smart enough to be a stubborn asshole. They can be aggressive to strangers and destructive, but are loyal to and protective of their family. They look so sweet and cuddly but can also be crazy as shit, just like Peepaw! Also, I cannot reiterate enough, look at the mustache.

Ghost - American Pitbull Terrier

This one felt the most obvious,, but whatever, it fits him

Pitbulls aren't born mean and aggressive, that's something they have to be taught. But they can be gentle, playful dogs when properly treated. They are smart and confident, very loyal, but can just as easily be stubborn. They look scary and can seem mean, but they are sweethearts deep down.

Gaz - English Fox Hound

guess what, pretty boy gets a pretty dog, who's shocked?

These dogs are freakishly smart, very independent, and fucking stubborn! They tend to not like strangers, but with people they like, they are so protective and loyal. They also yap. Like... a lot. I don't know enough about Gaz, but I feel like these dogs are a good match.

Soap - Border Collie

Aughh my husbant...

Smart but silly and energetic enough that it can be a little hard to see that. They can be destructive when bored and are more than happy to speak their minds. Super sweet with the people they like and are loyal as all hell. Also, look at the eyes! Look at the face! You can't tell me that this isn't Soap!

[local-crying-boy]

ℂ 𝕆 𝔻 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕙 𝕖 𝕒 𝕕 𝕔 𝕒 𝕟 𝕟 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤

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What they do when their s/o passes out

Characters included: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, Captain John Price, Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra, Alejandro Vargas

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Lieutenant Quick On His Feet here

He’s quick to react when you start to wobble on your feet, or when you start to falter in the speed of your actions.

He stands by your side and either waits for you to pass out or for you to start to feel better.

^ He more so does this if you pass out frequently, if it’s not a common occurrence then he’ll hold onto your arm lightly as if he was support.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

He’s the type to not expect you to pass out (even if it is an often occurrence and he knows that it is)

The minute he realised you’ve passed out, you’re legs have given up and he’s already cursing out trying to catch you before you hit the ground

Now, don’t worry for he is a sergeant and his reflexes are pretty good (most of the time). You’ve never actually injured yourself because he might have been a little too delayed in catching you

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Not as quick as Ghost in a way that Ghost is able to catch you before you hit the ground.

Gaz obviously isn’t about to let you hit your head, but it is a delayed reaction from him to the point where your knees have already given in and are about to hit the ground

He sits in the floor with you, your head on his lap if you’ve passed out once he gets to you.

He’d brush the hair from your face and quietly whisper that he’s there for you and that you’re okay, even if you can’t hear him and wait for your eyes to open again.

It’s a 50/50 chance you open your eyes to see a half-calm, half-panicked look on his face, or a opening your eyes to see him calm (but there’s something in his eyes that tells you his mf heart dropped).

Captain John Price

If you pass out when the two of you are at home, then he’s picking you up and setting you down on the sofa or bed (depending on where you passed out)

He’s mostly quick, like Ghost, because he rushes over when you give the slightest indication you’re about to pass out

You can thank the military for his wariness, but his wariness for you is a totally different thing

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Quick just like the others (I know this sounds like a damn broken record with the amount of times I’ve wrote this), however, unlike the others the concern on his face is as clear as day. No point in hiding it, you know he cares enough about you

When you wake up again, he’s asking if you want anything, like if you have low iron he’s asking if he can get you anything to eat that might remedy that. It was because of the heat? Okay, he’s so fucking quick to ask if you need a drink.

Even if you don’t need a drink, or food, he’s grabbing it regardless. He cares so much about your well being, you wonder if he cares more about it than you do

Alejandro Vargas

Has a little mini heart attack. And (if you pass out regularly) even asks you if you’re trying to kill him with the amount of times you pass out

If it’s a less occurring thing, he’s less obligated to try and pick out little signs that you might pass out (because he wouldn’t really need to)

But if you pass out often, he is so quick to realise when you are feeling even slightly dizzy, or the first to realise when you’re stalling in your movements, sometime even before you realise!

This mf is like a mind reader too, it’s like he just knows. You don’t even have to say anything and he’s ushering for you to sit down before you pass out, hands on your sides as if you can’t walk without him

[x3no9]

Wait… wait…

[obioxide]

my child, baby ghost, for those who haven’t already met him on twitter

[gunnrblze]

Thank you for speaking up about the old men in ghosts, cause hot damn someone needed to talk about them

It must be said

[p1n-p0int]

Vows That Bind Part 1

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In sickness and in health, for good and for worse. That's how most wedding vows go: sweet and simple yet still carrying the subtle message of ‘I will be there for you no matter what.’ Two individuals connected by the golden bands and promises to stand behind each other like a solid wall made out of steel, unwavering in the innocence of love and devotion. Entwined souls cocooned together for the years to come, withstanding and facing whatever life throws at them. There wasn't anything to fear as long as they had each other.

Then, eventually, the little bubble of the wife and husband is expanded by the addition of offspring—an exact copy and paste of the father, a perfect clone of the mother, but ideally a mix of both parents.

A tiny duplication of sky blue eyes, dirty blond strands of hair, and that oh-so-stubborn look on their petite facades, the same one John would be making whenever he half-heartedly insisted on getting his way in the silliest mock arguments they so often had that brought a peal of full belly laughter out of their beloved sons.

The sharp brow line, upturned delicate nose, and proud mannerism of their mother, in addition to the unbeatable sad puppy stare she mastered and often used against John when he questioned her purchase of yet another set of overpriced, scented candles she just had to obsess about every time they pulled over at the local market. And John always gave in to her way because the happiness that instantly bloomed over the features of his lady-wife was enough of a reward for the man to last him as a sweet, lingering memory for the days of absence spent thousands of miles away during his deployment.

The moment when he, at last, hit the home soil, though, and was discharged on leave for the time being—nothing would stop John from catching the first better cab and running it down in the direction of the home, the car parked at the base be damned, he can pick it up some other time. His house, a little two-level cottage on the city's outskirts with a sizable garden bordering on the forest, was often visited by the wildlife his sons adored to observe.

His usual arrival time was late at night, but on rare occasions, he would get home just for dinner and then spend the entire time chatting with his sons.

John would ask his older son about his grades and friends at school and, with the younger son, about whatever he had been doing to keep his mommy busy while daddy was away. Then, he would help them get ready for bed, and after a quick goodnight kiss on his cheek, he would send them running to their rooms.

And at last, he'd turn towards his better half, standing just a few steps away, who smiled at him with an open expression, full of love and adoration for the man she chose to marry. For he was her first and last thought on her mind when she woke up and went back to sleep each day, worrying about his safety whenever he was away, and when he was close and next to her, she cherished and enjoyed every waking moment by his side.

John doubted there was ever a word that could describe the content love that flew between them, the wordless understanding. They rarely needed words while they had each other.

“I'm back,” John would say, each and every time more tenderly than before. She would answer, “Welcome back,” in a voice softer than the softest of silks.

John adored his little family. He'd do anything to keep them safe and sound, even if it meant sacrificing his happiness. He missed them terribly while away but knew it was for the greater good; his work was necessary. He made sure that the danger of the world would never reach home again, not after the Piccadilly Circus incident.

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Like many times before, John was at his home base, passively partaking in a briefing of the upcoming training exchange the upper management wanted Task Force 141 to oversee. 

Sighting, John scratched the base of his neck and finally announced the end of the meeting. The scraping of chairs against the floor panels and agreeable murmurs from the gathered soldiers followed.

He stood up from the not-so-comfortable meeting room chair and was about to head towards the rest of the Task Force lads when his work phone vibrated with a singular notification. He immediately took it out and unlocked the screen to look at the message from Laswell:

»THERE WAS A SECURITY BREACH. CLASSIFIED INFORMATION WAS COMPROMISED.«

He was about to ask her for further explanation when his personal phone began to ring. Frowning, as not many people had the privilege of being in possession of his private phone number, he pulled it out of his pocket. ‘My Love’ was plastered on the screen, an even odder scene unfolding, as his wife rarely called during his work hours, and only occasional texts were sent his way. He put his work phone aside, and without further fanfare, John picked up the call right where he stood:

“Love, is everything okay–?”

“Daddy, are you coming to get us? Mommy told us to stay hidden; bad people are coming,” his eldest son sniffled quietly. She said not to come out and to call you when one hour passes.”

John's blood turned ice cold, freezing him momentarily, almost letting the phone fall out of his hand.

His family was in danger.

It was an electrifying spasm that went down his spine and shook him out of his stupor and into action. “I'm coming, son. Papa is coming,” he said firmly, signing to Ghost standing nearby ‘Home, emergency, invasion, ready the unit.’.

»RECEIVED. HEADING OUT TO ANSWER A DISTRESS CALL FROM HOME. FIND OUT WHO MESSED UP. OR I WILL.«

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The ride to his home with his men armed from their feet to the tips of their heads felt like a fever dream and a nightmare combined. None of the men dared say a word to him, not while he kept the line his children were on alive.

Even Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, the never-ending stream of chatting during the way to the mission, kept quiet, observing Price with barely hidden worry. Price hated worry; he hated pity, primarily directed at him, but these men he was with were the only ones who could look at him in such a way. And this was precisely one of such occasions.

There was a security breach into the classified systems, and one of the items stolen was intel about their Captain's private life—a life not even they had access to. To think that somebody who didn't mean well got a hold of it and targeted Price's bundle of happiness is an unredeemable crime people will die for committing.

At last, they arrived in front of the little cottage Price deemed a scorched ground. A scorched ground his men did not let him step on, insisting that they will sweep through just in case, while Price gets a hold of his children's hidden place and gets them into the safety of the bulletproof, heavy army vehicle.

He had no other choice but to stomp towards the little bunker-like area he told his wife about as a just-in-case emergency situation he had hoped to God that never would come to pass. Oh, how wrong he was.

As soon as he opened the lid to the hideout, two pairs of hands tackled his legs, clinging to his pants for dear life. His stoic facade quivered, and dropping to his knees, John gathered the sobbing kids to his chest. He picked them up, stood up, turned around, and carried them toward the vehicle under the watchful gaze of his fellow men. 

A subtle movement from the corner of his eye had Price turning his head towards the veranda, where Kyle “Gaz” Garrick waved at him to catch his attention. He raised a brew at the young man. ‘Traces of struggle, blood, no body.’ They took her. They took his wife.

John glanced down at his sons and snuggled them closer to his chest, his face unreadable. Price nodded at the sergeant and continued his solemn march, already beginning to formulate a plan of action in his head.

Whomever it was, wherever they were, Price would find them.

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a/n: still getting used to writing a "you" POV, especially from third person perspective, so bear with me, k? Great, good night 💀💀

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[carpetolxx]

I love men

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Call of Duty Masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Gym Bro Simon

John Price

John "Soap" MacTavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Konig

Russell Adler

Frank Woods

Alex Mason

Keegan P. Russ

Kim "Horangi" Hong-Jin

Phillip Graves

[ivqnx]

Haiiiii I have an art request if you feel up to it! Would you like to draw Vietnam!Adler having a nap? Your art style is so cute aaa

Have a good dayyy

sorry yall im trying to ans all these asks! 👯‍♀️

it doesn’t turns out really great but it’ll do, might keep this colouring style 🤔

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[y-ukioo]

Anyone knows the author of the tumbrl fic about Krueger, Nikto and König moving into a fixer-upper house across the reader's??? The reader has three cats and very nosy neighbors that keep judging the boys 😩

I crave to reread it but I can't find it 😭😭