#call of duty x gn reader

[libingan]

soft price moments??? soft price moments!!!!

price who is so gentle towards you only!!! he doesn’t even try to hide it, he likes to show off how you get special treatment from him :)))

price who speaks to you with such a soft tone, always ensuring his words are soft and calm. even when you’ve managed to upset him, he never raises his voice or allows anger to seep into his words.

price treats you as if you’re made of glass, always hovering nearby and tending to your every need with meticulous care. he refuses to let you lift a single finger, insisting on doing all the work himself.

okay, maybe he’ll let you help out, but only with the lighter work! anything else, he’ll insist on doing on his own!

naturally, price’s gentleness towards you extends into your bedroom activities :)))

price fucks you so slow, yet so deep, thick cock filling you up to the brim while his hands begin tenderly caressing your body, whispering sweet words of love and praise into your ear…

“takin’ me so well, love… so good for me, yeah? god, you feel so amazing… that’s it, sweet thing, tighten up around me…”

even when you beg and plead him to go faster, try to convince him that you can take it, he won’t ever budge! he’ll click his tongue, gently grabbing your face to lean down and silence your pleas with a passionate kiss.

he would never ever think of hurting you! even if it’s all consensual, even if it’s something you enjoy :((( he just cant, his heart cant take it :(((

price reserves his rugged and formidable demeanor for the battlefield, never bringing that facade into your home. In his eyes, you are the epitome of purity and the most cherished presence in his life. the mere thought of accidentally tainting you is something he cant bear.

[luboy7rt]

 How Task Force 141 Would React to You Being Injured on the Field (GN - Teammate Reader Addition)

(Warning? Reader does pass out in one paragraph each, with no big details of any injury involved. Not much detail on the injury, just don't want to accidentally not warn someone of what is involved. So not many in-depth details on the injury :)

(Note:(GN - Reader. These can be seen as mostly platonic but can be seen as romantic and these are just my headcanons, feel free to disagree or agree, thank you) (INCLUDES: John Price, John 'Soap' MacTavish, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick and Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

Jonathan (John) Price:

- John is quick in dragging you off to a safe point, firmly placing you in a nice nook to ensure no stray bullets hit you. He does protect you, barking out orders for you to cover the wound and apply pressure as he focuses on killing the remaining enemies and makes sure the area is safe before helping you.

- Once it is ‘safe’ enough, he drops on one knee, questioning how you were ‘feeling’, scale of pain, how many injuries, just gives you a hell of a lot of questions to answer as he pulls out his small medical kit.

- He does basic procedures to ensure the wound wasn't fatal, disinfects and bandages as quickly and efficiently as he could as there might be enemies still around.

- He would question if you could stand, if not he has no problems helping you walk, looping his arm either over your shoulders or around your waist to pull you along to the evac point.

- You might owe him a drink, or two. He makes a ‘joke’ about it as you two walk (he isn't joking despite it coming off as one. You will end up paying for a round).

- He does take good care of you, ensuring you weren't in much pain, as he settles you into the evac helicopter, calling for a medic over comms when he could.

- He'd pat your shoulder or head and stay hovering near you until you get back to base, his eyes always coming back to check up on you.

- Depending on how much experience you have in the field, how many injuries you have had in the past, and how bad the injury was, if you were new to the team, he's a bit more ‘eh’ the medics know how to do their jobs but I'll stay nearby. If you are someone that has been on the team longer, he's sat by your side, rubbing your shoulder with one hand or the back of your neck, talking to you, questioning how you were. 

- If it's a ‘small’ injury, he's more relaxed, allowing the medics to do their jobs and not being that overbearing. 

- If it's a bigger injury? Good luck escaping his view, his eyes are on your wound while it gets patched up, ensuring everything goes smoothly while holding your forearm firmly in his grasp. His eyes would go from your injury to your face to see if it was affecting you badly or not. He forces himself to shut up, his jaw subtly clenched trying to let the medics do their job but he has to bite back comments of worry.

- If you pass out? He looks a bit surprised, his reflexes acting quickly catch you, his hand on your lower stomach and shoulder as he moves you to sit back in the helicopter, ends up sitting next to you the whole flight to keep you in place, he stays strong despite the silent worry in his eyes.

John (Johnny) ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

- He's antsy when you get injured in front of him, he swiftly deals with the enemy soldier that caused it, dropping down to your level and taking you into his arms. He asks ‘are you okay’ in many different ways, along with ‘where are yer hurt?’ a few times.

- His hands find your wound to apply pressure, or quickly bandage it, unable to clean it in the fast-paced situation, as enemy soldiers were still around, his main focus was simply getting the bleeding to stop and he would clean and bandage you up better later.

- He'd put his body between yours and the enemy soldiers, trying to block you from getting injured more while also firing back, trying to complete his job but also ensure you are protected.

- He would mutter to himself, as if to keep himself on track on what he had to do first, like a subtle ‘check-list’ on what to do, deal with this group of enemy soldiers, clean and re-patch your wound, run the hell to evac point. 

- He would gently brush his thumbs over your eyes if you cried due to the pain of your injury, quietly murmuring a bit of praise to keep you awake and aware before helping you up. He keeps a tight grip on you while his eyes check on you every few minutes before returning to look around his surroundings. His hand firmly on your back, rubbing slowly as his other hand held his sniper.

- If you needed him to carry you, he would. He would either throw you over his shoulder so he could rush to the evac point or hold you a bit more gently as tightly holds you.

- Once in the evac helicopter, he would let the medics do their job, him sorta being on autopilot as he watches over you. His hand going from the top of your head, to your shoulder, to gripping your forearm, to simply just grabbing at you. You were always in his grip, as if he was making sure you were still around and alright.

- If you pass out? He goes a bit pale, putting you down and yelling for a medic quickly, shaking you to try and wake you up. If you wake up, great, he’ll slowly calm down as he ensures you're safe within the evac helicopter. If you don't? He panics a bit, despite being trained not to, he can't help it when he knows a person so well, his own teammate. He ends up sleeping out next to you, his head on yours as the evac helicopter flies back to base, the medic having had patched you up and Soap there for support. But it wasn't known if he stayed with you for your own comfort or his own comfort.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:

- He stumbles after you, trying to make quick work to check if you were okay, tugging you down to hide behind a bit of stone. He loses all the confidence he had moments prior as he watched your pained face.

- He would quickly bandage your wound, going into simply just repeating what has been drilled into his mind over the years. He is quite quiet during this, going on his comms unit to request for a medic and backup. 

- His eyes softening and he lets out a quiet sigh of relief if you are awake and aware, he grips your shoulders, while keeping a firm eye out for any enemies about. He smiles at you softly as he crouched down right in front of you, giving a brief side hug before going back to protecting you until backup arrives.

- Kyle pulls you up gently when backup arrives, sneaking you out of harms way while trusting the others to handle the few remaining enemies about. He would give you a soft look while murmuring encouraging words, he doesn't want you to pass out on him, so he was really just rambling to try and catch your attention.

- Promises to buy you a snack, or a round, or any drink you want as long as you don't pass out (he ends up buying you anything even if you do pass out).

- If you do pass out, the look of ‘are you kidding me? I said not to’ Kyle had as he caught you, his arm around the back of your waist, to keep you leaning into him instead of landing on the floor. Kyle ends up dragging/carrying you to the helicopter.

- He sits next to you as a medic does their work, looking at the ceiling as he breathed out, he was sure that was maybe the most ‘scare’ he ever had in his career as he cared about you, you being his teammate, he spent about all his time with you and the other Task Force 141 members, his thoughts went to a horrid place. Thinking about what he would ever do if he lost you or any other member he was close with.. he felt ill at just thinking that. But when his eyes went to you, his eyes softened and he relaxed, shaking those thoughts away as he was simply glad you were alright.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

- Ghost ends up killing the enemies who injuried you himself, having snuck you to a ‘safe’ hidden place in the battlefield before doing so. Having tossed his medical kit at you for you to care for your own injuries as He went off to deal with the dangers that still lurked around every corner.

- He comes back after about twenty minutes, silently watching you (if you managed to actually patch yourself up, he's more relaxed, calls you a idiot if you were too injured to patch yourself up) But Ghost leaned down to clean your wound then patch it up for you. Murmuring half- ‘insults’ but it was only out of care due to the fact he wasn't to sure on what to do with himself other than killing those who harmed you.

- There is indeed an awkward silence between the two of you as he patched you up, awkward eye contact, even more awkward touching. Ghost would quietly grunt at you. Shifting to help you up, if you stumble he sighs. Ends up just fireman carrying you or dragging you off, speaking calmly over his comms unit to get a evac helicopter on route.

- His hand would squeeze your shoulder, he wasn't one to like affection that much, but it was sorta like he was trying to keep both of you calm, he just wasn't sure how to show you..? He wanted you to know you could Indeed rely on him.

- If you pass out.. he forgets to catch you. You hit the floor hard as he made a silent ‘shit’ face under his mask, as he had been walking in front of you, having had not noticed until he heard the thud. He silently drags/carries you to evac point. He doesn't let a soul know he allowed you to fall.. he doesn't even inform you once you wake up. No one will ever know of this error.

- He keeps his hand firmly on you as he brings you to a medic, and watches their every movement, there was no room for error patching up one of his teammates.

[ylmla]

⁠!! ☆ ghost, soap, price, gaz and könig being a father (gn reader, platonic hc, reader is a child, separate).

ghost

relaxed dad

you are literally a mini copy of him, like you both are when you are anywhere: 🕴️🕴️

he's also an angry and quite protective father, but, he doesn't get angry when it comes to you messing something up, he only becomes a beast if he knows some classmate of yours is bothering you or teasing you 😡😡

in general Simon is an amazing father, although he is a very busy man he tries his best to be present in your life, giving you paternal love and giving you a healthy education different from the one he had in childhood, he strives for you to have a healthy childhood <3

soap

playful father 😬😬

he keeps telling you jokes all the time and you're like: I'm trying to finish my homework now 🙄 (although most of the time you join him in the jokes

if you are introduced to 141, ghost will become your other dad, soap teaching you the pranks, Simon is there lecturing jhonny saying: "(y/n) are a just a kid, they will get hurt 🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️"

ghost teaching you that you can't do such a thing because you might get hurt while soap tells you to do it cause it will be fun 🤪

soap: leave (y/n), life is only lived once!!!

ghost: THEY'RE GONNA FALL, JOHNNY 👿👿

price

hardworking dad.

he never thought about having children because of his work, it is difficult to balance personal life and work — until you're born and he forgets that.

you are definitely his world and he protects you from everything!!!

tells you bedtime stories

bad grades at school???? no problem! he pats you on the shoulder saying it's ok and you don't have to worry because you can make up the grade, and he helps you study, and when you make up the grade he praises you all proud of you <3

gaz

proud dad

you are best friends you always play video games together, watch movies, gaz literally turns into a child when he is with you.

usually draw, and you give him several drawings as gifts, but there's one in particular that is his favourite: a drawing that you and him drew together, he takes it everywhere, when gaz is on a mission he always checks to see if the drawing is still with him.

bro secret handshake 🤛😎

könig

doting dad

HE LITERALLY PRAISES YOU FOR ANY RIGHT THING YOU DO !!!!!!!!

you scored high on your exam? he's the happiest dad in the world

at first he was scared of you being scared of him, but even when he was wearing his army gear and mask he thought you would be scared, but you looked at him and said "why didn't you tell me you were a hero??😮"

he was more surprised than you by your unexpected reaction, so he just fed his big imagination (because he knows that a child's mind is very different from an adult's mind)

könig almost crying with emotion when you say you want to be a hero like him when you grow up 🤧

very short, if you want me to add anyone else ask me and I will do it.

[gofishygo]

i know this is pretty niche in terms of topic, but i just want a strings orchestra conductor! john price n first chair violinist! reader.. (definitions below bottom banner)

price of the burningham royal string orchestra has the unfortunate habit of losing his first chair.

his first victim was johnny mactavish- an ex military- just like him. sharp mouthed and witty, with an obnoxious mohawk that the man had sworn he would tear right off of his head. but what had stuck out to him the most was his passion for his arts running far less silently than price's had, even in the old days from before he had started conducting. but after an incident dug out from his sas days had left him half deaf, with a starburst shot on the side of his head and bad blood to be cleaned, he had bid farewell to soap.

and next in line was kyle garrick, who had shared a desk with johnny. unlike soap, who was sharp, loud, a serenade written in baroque times, kyle was much more snide with his work. charming, and gentle, in all the right ways- he'd guided you to your desk with a gentle hand on the small of your back in your early days- but as price's successor, had coined his conductor's ability to lay a heavy hand, a sharp look when needed. but kyle, he has his own fatal flaw; he often finds himself entangled in brilliant melodies, lost in his own interpretation of every piece of repertoire. and soon, that leads him to conducting an orchestra of his own, taking on the studies of a musician like price had, and leaving the first chair cold.

but unlike other fleeting faces, johnny and kyle only fill out two of the four he'd bothered to remember. because he remembers bringing out a hand to first cellist simon for a few months since kyle's transfer, the shadow and backbone of his orchestra.

and he also remembers you.

you, with your pretty face and nervous expression as you had ducked your ways through the chairs and stands in your first days as a violinist under the burningham's string orchestra- and the sparks that had flickered behind doe eyes. even then, you had always had some sort of bratty rebuttal hidden under the tonal qualities of your violin- the way you would glare at him with quiet concern when he would slip marlboro cigarette between his lips in the small breaks during rehearsals, how you would look up at him and promptly play your own, quieter interpretation of the repertoire you gave him. your silent determination- it takes up space in the sounds of his own viola, fills the gaps of what he has longed for during lonely nights. it is your quiet, ingenious spark, and the wisdom behind your eyes that makes him offer you the first chair with a firm tap of your shoulder after rehearsal, the quiet liverpool drawl of his voice inviting you to his office for a chat. it is not the sparkle in your eyes when you focus, the fluster that you try and fail to hide when he attempts conversation with you, how perfectly he imagines your face would fit in the palms of his hands. it is not that at all, he thinks, he lies.

but behind the closed doors of his own office, whatever bubbles in his chest can no longer be fought off by the low hum of whiskey or the pleasant fuzz of tobacco in his veins with you- such a lovely songbird- trapped in his cage. and he simply cannot help it, with the melodies that escape your lips in between his kisses.

so now, you finally sit in the first chair that he knows you have worked so hard to deserve- and you also lay in the arms of the man who has managed to entangle you- wholly, truly, melodically.

first chair- usually, first chair in violin 1 is considered a very prestigious seat in any string orchestra. they act as musical leaders, tune the orchestra, and work very closely with the conductor. them, and the conductor (and guest of honor), usually take bows at the end of a performance.

conductor- a person who directs an orchestra. i dont know what else to say girl

*a strings orchestra will usually consist of instruments: violin, viola, cello, and double/alto bass.

[skylarsblue]

✦C.o.D Call Sign Inspo✦

(I've been having a bad writer's block, but, I do have some mini ideas that I can't flesh out. But, I know some people struggle with names/concepts for Y/N's/Characters. So! I'm giving them out for free in hopes it'll inspire something in someone so they don't go to waste!)

✧Somno; Gender Neutral. A y/n that's main trait is being a hyper insomniac. To the point they always seem tired, constantly consuming caffine, etc. But even if they're falling asleep where they're standing, they have incredibly fast reflexes. Could lead to some funny scenarios of finding them asleep in weird places, or, a cute concept (them only being able to sleep when they feel completely safe; ie: with one of the c.o.d characters)

✧Mama; Feminine. Pretty on the nose, but it could also be translated into a different language to match a country of origin. The concept is basically just...an aggressively maternal lieutenant/captain. Because I feel we don't have enough strong MILF's in this world, let alone in this fandom. This could also be used platonically because 141 specifically could use a mom type. Ghost & Gaz specifically.

✧Saint; Gender Neutral. Can be used for a character that's incredibly self sacrificing. Which would make for good fluff & good angst, plus, I think a lot of us can relate to feeling. Partially inspired by a random line I thought of - "If I die protecting you, that's far less frightening than you being gone when I could've protected you. Dying once for you is a peaceful passing, rather than dying every day you're not with me."

✧Salvadora/Salvador; Fem or Masc. Disclaimer; when I had this idea I imagined a woman. An alternative to the cartel story line in Las Almas. Y/N runs a civilian resistance against the cartel and has commandeered a village to keep citizens safe. It's basically a paradise in the crime ridden city. They've been providing sneaky support for Alejandro's men. (Honestly, this concept is pretty specific, and more detailed, and I might break it down more/write it on my own if possible)

✧Copycat/Mimic; Gender Neutral. A y/n that's incredibly skilled at mimicking voices. Whether in different accents or actual voices.

✧Mirage; Gender Neutral. Disclaimer; I imagined this also as a woman because I like powerful ladies. Similar to the one above but instead of just voices, they're just great at disguises in general & particularly sneaky. Like they "fade out of existence" if you look away at the wrong time.

✧Lynx; Gender Neutral. For a small, deceivingly cute looking character that's actually super deadly and quick. Do not trust the toe beans.

✧Nessie; Gender Neutral-Fem Lean. Pretty self explanatory. A character that's illusive and great in water. Bonus points for Scottish rep.

✧Sparks/Fuse; Gender Neutral. Just a fuckin' pyromaniac that can make their own bombs, super impressive and intricate ones. Thought of a scene where they're all in the heat of battle, low on ammo, and Y/N brings up randomly that they were a troublesome teen who almost had a criminal record. Price asks what the charge was and they just light something that doesn't look at all like a bomb, with a giant grin. "It was arson!!" And then they throw a fuckin' devastating bomb.

✧Iris; Gender Neutral. A character known for a very intense/intimidating stare. Inspired by those clips of people losing to Angelina Joline's femme fatal stare. Also, them being able to read a shocking amount about a person purely through eye contact.

✧Sage/Blister/Morphine/Plaster; Gender Neutral. All names for a potential medic!Y/N. (Plaster, for us Americans, is a word for bandaid in the UK. I know y'all prolly know that but just in case)

✧Bee; Gender Neutral. For a Y/N that's visibly smaller than those around them but packs a real hard punch. Also good if they're particularly good at physical combat. "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee."

✧Sugarcube/Honey/Cupcake; Gender Neutral-Masc Lean. I think the idea of a big buff, visibly masculine, intimidating dude being named something like 'sugarcube' is super funny.

✧Lasso/Big Mac/Stallion; Masculine. Isn't it obvious? Big cowboy man who's aggressively American even if he's actually been a UK citizen for years.

✧Bessie/Cowgirl/Chick; Feminine. Once again, aggressively southern Y/N. But, for fem!y/ns.

✧Tex/Stars/Anthem; Gender Neutral. See above, but this time, neutral. Cause I'm about equality in this bitch.

✧Cobra/Mamba; Gender Neutral. For a y/n that specializes in poisons to kill enemies, as well as a character with any association with snakes. Could be interesting for Ghost to hear.

✧Doll/Dolly; Feminine. A more "spy type" for the classic femme fatal who gets intel through allure. If you've seen my two fic concept posts, this is the call sign I'd give to the Y/N in Price's concept.

✧Tech; Gender Neutral. Pretty basic, a character that's particularly tech-y. Good with computers and hacking.

✧Bunny/Hare; Gender Neutral. For a y/n that's small, but super fast & alert. Bonus if they got Hinata jumping powers.

✧Clover/Shamrock; Gender Neutral. Irish rep. Use this for a Y/N that is somehow the luckiest unlucky person ever. Constantly ending up in situations that are stressful/intense but making it out with barely a scratch. Can add some dissonance if they actually hate this call sign because it's not luck that gets them out of these situations, and instead is there skill.

[roachesbf]

Considering your courting series, which I love dearly, what about Horangi? He’d obviously be a tiger, of course he would.

But what about him being a possessive guy. Having his tail wrapped around reader at all times possible. Or dragging reader to sun bathe with him due to his cat like tendencies.

Even just forcing reader to stay put while he naps in his lap, giving him a warning glare of tries to move.

Just overall giving that same sass as any cat. Not wanting to lose his prized possession.

Gosh- Horangi would be such a possessive and clingy guy. Mein kleiner tiger<3

- 🪶

Tiger Horangi Courting Headcanons

At first Horangi wants to see what you’re made of!! When you spar he makes sure that by the end of it you’re both tired. The more you both spar together, the harder it is to really determine if you’re sparring anymore lololol. By the time you’ve decided that you want to be with him he’ll always be on you, rubbing his face against yours. After missions, especially tough ones, he likes to take care of you and clean you up. He’ll mess with your hair, and give you kitty licks in hopes that it eases any tension in your body (Weird for actual humans to do but this is animal courting so take his licks or leave it lol). Horangi will even take his mask off in the comfort of either room, and give you love bites as a way to tease you. Of course if it actually hurts he’ll give it a kiss as an apology. 

When you’re both just on base he’ll like to stalk you and then pounce just to catch you off guard. That one joke that’s like “If I run to him he will catch me,” he totally does that to you. He also does this behavior in bed, you’ll be lying down and then Horangi decides that he feels like wrestling you because it’s funny. Tigers can’t purr but they do chuff, so after he’s satisfied with messing with you, he’s a cuddle bug all over and is nuzzling and rubbing along your sides. He feels less active during hot weather, so one those days you’re most likely going to get nothing done as he drags you somewhere to nap, and even if you try to get out he’ll wrap his tail around your leg which ultimately drags you back down. He’ll paw at you and complain that you woke him up, which now has him securing his arms around your waist.

He's very possessive of you, he'll show off his carnassial teeth to those he feels like are getting too close or into your business too much. A few scratches here and there to others but just dragging him away to the comfort of your room, and giving him some ear scratches, he's basking in all the attention you're giving him. He does like to be gross and annoy you sometimes, by licking your face and seeing you react to his saliva all over. Makes him laugh and he'll rebuttal that it's how he shows his love.

[6sally9]

Call of duty hc's!

141 (Price and ghost) x GN reader<3, first meeting

-> You being a new comrade!

Captain Price

First impression ->

Price was looking at your file, scanning it,he got a message from shepherd that you're new for his team.

He was intrigued by you. You looked pretty interesting,he didn't give it much thought.

First meeting ->

You introduced yourself,simple and not talking about the bush,he liked that, he'd probably study your body language, looking if you feel discomfort by any comment. (Nice guy frfr)

Getting to know you!

He figured,you two were a pretty good team,and he found himself often at your side, talking about missions at first,but slowly going to more personal stuff! Sometimes he may invite you to his office! (Just talking.) He found himself Liking you!

Catching feelings ->

I feel like he would take his time, getting to know you,when he realises he catched feelings,he thinks,like long. Trying to come up with a solution,he waits a bit longer,he found himself seeing the small things,like food preferences/ ect.

He'd also smile more around you!

Ghost.

First impression ->

He was neutral,he did hope you weren't the annoying type of human,he saw you and was like

'okay'. There isn't much to say, because he just doesn't think much of you. He hopes youre strong tho.

Getting to know you ->

If you wanna befriend him/get to know him

You must have the patience of an angel🙏

This man will ignore you (he secretly listens to you)

He learns mkre about you,you dont about him,but that better. After a while he'd talk with you more,you getting to know him.Sometimes eating together at the cafeteria (?)

Catching feelings ->

(talk about death!)

The moment he figures it out,he doesn't talk to you. Nu huh. You aint hearing ANYTHING of him.

He legit hates it☠️ i mean,when you befriended him he already had nightmares about you getting killed,so that would make things wayyy worse.

After a week you had enough, confronting him, he'd yell for a bit , before saying his confession (ew.)

Hope you enjoyed :)

(if you want the rest,tell me)

[lovethetasteofnothing]

chimeras of my life | farah karim

or the night creeps in ...

pairing: farah karim x gn!reader

gn!reader, gender neutral terms of endearment, pronouns used: you, they (like once)

warnings: hallucinatory dream state, imagery of death/corpses (brief), implied traumatic experiences, feelings & hurt/comfort

word count: 1.6k+

you knew that you shouldn't be sleeping in her room, she was supposed to get back today and needed her time to recover. but god, you missed her smell, the feeling of her skin against yours, and her voice filling up your ears as if it were the only sound you would ever need to hear.

her bed was such a strong temptation, and even though you were a fantastically resilient soldier, the piece of furniture won this battle. you found yourself snuggled up in her sheets, her pillow nestled in your arms, as you tried to take in every bit of her scent that had been left in the fabric after five long days. it wasn't her, but it was something, and you'd take what you could get at this point.

the comfort of her smell lulled you into an easy and shallow sleep, waking up at every noise, thinking, hoping that it was her coming back. a certain sound would ring in your alert ears—a creak, a chime, the chirping of a cricket—and you'd inevitably fall down memory lane once again. in moments like these, the sweet memories were your only companion, your only comfort.

somehow you floated in a state below conciousness yet above dreaming, your thoughts blooming into a sort of gray area. in the haziness of the moment, you couldn't distinguish reality—dozing off in her bed; from the chimera materializing into your brain—an odd concoction of your favorite memories with her fading into scenes from the battlefield. you couldn't tell if she was dead or alive in any of them, a feeling of dread settled in your chest after each one.

you didn't know how much time had passed by until you finally heard the door creaking open, the thud of gear and a uniform being dropped right after. she didn't notice you, or even if she did, she made no sign of showing it. you had shuffled a bit, readjusting your position and waiting patiently for her to finish her "coming back to base" routine. to find you there, lying like a loyal dog in their owner's cold bed.

as you lay there in silence, your eyes shutting, your breathing became shallow yet again. you weren't sure if you had fallen asleep completely, feeling like you had dropped into that limbo in between consciousness and dream once more.

there was the noise of the shower, the persistent hum of the droplets hitting the walls and the floor, the rustle of her shampoo and shower gel bottles, and her dropping one at some point, cussing under her breath as she tried to keep quiet and let you sleep. and then the soft patting of her feet against the tiled floor, walking around the bathroom before slipping back into the bedroom. a crack followed by some rummaging through her closet, the swift scratching of fabric against skin as a pair of pjs was put on.

yet you weren't sure if she had really done all of that or if your half-awake, half-dreaming brain filled in some of the details for you, even providing imagery if you really tried. the truth had to lie somewhere in between your distorted perception and hers.

a soft creaking, a body pressing down on the mattress. it bothered you enough to get you out of your disturbed state, knowing that she had finally returned by your side. you scooted closer, melting against her touch as you felt the comfort of her hand being wrapped around your waist. that familiar feeling of home, of late nights spent talking while the moon outside guided you both.

"i didn't mean to wake you up." you felt the tingle of her breath against your ear, her voice was clearly tired and drained of most of her power. her lips pressed against the back of your neck, resulting in a soft and comfortable noise leaving your lips as she cuddled closer to you. the warmth of her body had practically turned you into mush.

you had heard this woman barking out orders in more than one language, and the years that had passed had hardened her into an excellent leader. but now... now there was this ghost of a girl, the fighter's spirit that you had never seen lacking replaced by a dull tiredness that really exposed the roughness around the edges.

you can't help it when you turn around to face her, shuffling in the dark as you cup her face and kiss her tenderly, trying so hard to alleviate the pain of her days spent on the field.

"i was waiting for you... can't sleep without you here anyway" you find yourself saying as you search for a glimmer, a hint that she was looking at you even in the depths of the darkness. there were always the moon and the stars to guide the two of you, their celestial light bringing a bit of direction to your most complex dilemmas.

there's a beat, two, three of perfect silence.

a soft sigh follows them as she rests her head against your chest, her breathing warming up your (her) t-shirt. in that moment you knew. or maybe you had known all along but refused to admit it out of cowardice, or pride, or guilt. she wasn't the perfect leader or the perfect commander. her biggest flaw? what stood in her path to reach divine command and order in her leadership? she was human. you were familiar with those blackout moments when that humanity seeped out of her like the spirit leaving a body, turning her into this hardened veteran.

but now she was all essence, with no vessel to hold her pressing humanity. she was spilling over to you in search of a place to rest her spirit and find shape in the unknown of the world.

"how did it go?" you prompted her again, hoping that maybe this time she'd speak. but to no avail, a pact of silence on her lips, or rather just soft sighs and shallow breaths.

"i don't want to..." followed by an indistinct mumbling as her lips brushed the fabric of the t-shirt, muffling her words into indistinguishable gibberish. maybe it was just your touch-craved mind playing tricks, but for a second, it felt like she was holding on tighter.

it was your turn to sigh, to run your fingers through her damp hair and to soothe her. she had done this for you so many times, holding you close as you cried out and screamed about how unfair the world was.

but this was uncharted territory; she had never thrown her own issues at you, not even when you had a fight with her about how little she opened up to you. you had to approach cautiously, like a handler approaching a feral animal, one wrong step and it's all over.

"anything you need?" going with the safe option, understanding that only pushing her further into the pit of emotion would do nothing but harm her in this fragile state. the sleep left your body, any sign of drowsiness washing away as your brain raced for solutions to the issue at hand.

your words were followed by a pressing silence yet again. the thudding of your own heart started to drive you crazy. she wasn't moving either, her breath was barely warm enough against your clothes so you knew that she was alive. was she asleep? was she just frustrated? maybe you shouldn't have disturbed her lonesome ritual. she needed to find solace in herself at times, and you didn't want to disrupt her process.

and then the lightest of kisses pressed against your sternum, sending a fleet of butterflies through you.

"i need to feel you close... i need to feel a body in more ways than just cold and stiff and bloodied and... " even though her imagery was brutal, it brought her point across better than any watered-down explanation ever could. she had used terminology familiar to both of your broken hearts. you had finally understood part of what her world looked like; you had caught a glimpse through a keyhole.

and for the first time in a long time, you were her protector, holding her hands in yours as you guided them underneath your shirt, allowing her to feel the comfort of a familiar body. something warm, something intimate, to remind her that the horrors have an end and there's always a house, a bed and a lover to return to.

"it's alright, you're with me now." your voice was so uneven and unsure that it made you cringe at how hard it was to actually find the right words. you gently pressed her hands into your skin, lying still as her fingers clung to the soft flesh of your torso, finally sensing that she was releasing some of her tension. her touch grounding the both of you, serving as an anchor to the heaven promised after retirement.

you snaked your arms around her again, a kind gesture meant to remind her she's safe in your hold. your chin rested against the top of her head, looking into the encompassing darkness that covered the both of you. even though it was rocky, there was nothing else you'd be doing in this moment.

the feeling of her legs tangling in between yours, limbs and breaths mixing together as if you were one and the same. it felt like home, it felt right.

"ya amar..." your heart skipped a beat at her barely audible words. it felt like a gentle caress after being deprived of touch, like that gentle light that seeps in between the curtains at dawn, slowly easing the day into the night. even though you were shattered and glued back haphazardly, her words felt like the force holding it all together.

you held each other like that. she, in an attempt to cling to the last bits of humanity she had found on this cruel earth; you, to remind yourself of how much better life could be next to her. 

ya amar - my moon (as per my Google searches)

divider cred: @/cafekitsune

can you tell this started off as fluff? i listened to mitski while writing, that was my mistake

[gazs-blue-hat]

Passing Notes (Gaz x Gn!Reader)

An: I've had this idea forever tbh. I'm glad to finally get it written

Summary: How you communicate with the rest of the world is simple. You use sign language. How you communicate with your boyfriend, is a whole different story

Word Count: 978

Tw: None I can think of

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO ANYBODY HERE OR ON ANOTHER SITE TO REPOST, COPY, TRANSLATE OR FEED MY WORK TO AN A.I OF ANY KIND.

Kyle and you had been dating for three years now. You worked on a different task force but your two groups often worked together. The 141 boys noticed you never spoke with your voice, only using sign language to speak if you needed to.

You were relatively quiet to begin with but they had heard you make various sounds once in a while. Over coms, if something was frustrating you, you would make a huff of frustration. If you got hurt, there would be grunts or whines of pain. But you never used your voice.

Even stranger was the fact that you never used signs when you were with Kyle. You never really…spoke to him at all. The teams would watch you both make facial expressions to one another, without any other form of communication. Kyle knew to sign, but he never really used it when you were both communicating regularly.

Johnny MacTavish had been curious about the nature of your relationship since he had met you, but the day he broke was when you and Kyle sat across from one another for a whole fifteen minutes without either of you signing anything! He had been sitting on the couch across the room from you, trying not to be obvious with his snooping.

He was so focused on watching the two of you, that he almost missed Simon coming to sit next to him.

"Minding your business over here MacTavish?" The large man asked while pulling out his laptop and starting on some reports. Johnny huffed and opened his notebook, scribbling his observations.

"I've been watching them for the past fifteen minutes and they haven't said a single word to one another." The Scotsman huffed. Simon looked over at his friend and raised his eyebrow.

"They're mute Johnny…" He said in his classic no-nonsense tone. Johnny rolled his eyes and huffed at his friend, giving him a firm jab in the ribs.

"I know that, you oaf. They haven't signed or anything. Gaz either!" Johnny whispered in a sharp tone. Simon grunted and shifted so his laptop was now closed and his elbows were on his knees. He watched the two of you, sitting silently for about five minutes before he chuckled deeply in his chest.

"They don't need to speak to one another, or even sign. They're blinking and moving their eyes about." The Brit mumbles while sitting back and opening his laptop once more. Johnny squinted his eyes and examined you two closer. He could see them now, the little twitches of your eyes as they moved across Kyle's face. He noticed how Kyle would pause before tapping his finger and looking to your left ear.

"Fuckin' hell…They made their own language." Johnny grumbled, whipping his notebook out and trying to decipher what your glances meant.

"You should leave them alone Johnny. Never know what they could be talkin' about." Simon warned. Johnny just waved him off with a huff as he stuck his tongue out in focus. He spent the next half hour staring right into your guys' faces, not realizing that you and Kyle were well aware of your audience.

'He's trying to figure us out love' you told Kyle as you briefly flicked your eyes to the right. Kyle raised his left eyebrow in understanding.

'Think he will figure it out?' He asked with a slight twitch to his upper lip. You rolled your eyes and glanced over at Johnny who was scribbling away at his notebook, his tongue poking out between his teeth. Simon was looking over his shoulder, using his taller stature to help peer over Johnny. He glanced up at you and twitched his eye.

'Simon seems to think so.' You replied while nodding slowly to Simon in silent thanks. Simon rolled his eyes and went back to typing reports on his computer.

An hour passed and Johnny was almost sure he had cracked the code. He almost couldn't believe the spicy gossip you and Kyle were saying right out here in the open! So far, you two had revealed that a group of Privates had stolen Price's cigars and were planning on flushing them down the toilets. You also revealed that at least four of the high-ups were sleeping with one another! As the kids would say 'The tea was piping hot.'

You and Kyle stood, smiling and waving at Johnny like you hadn't noticed him staring at you two for the past two hours. Kyle pressed a soft kiss to your cheek while you handed Johnny a piece of paper before walking hand-in-hand back to Kyle's room.

"A note?" He asked himself. Simon grunted as he looked down at the note, a mischievous smirk on his face under the simple balaclava.

"Better read it. Might be important." Simon knew what was on the note, he was the one who had put you and Kyle up to this whole thing in the first place.

Johnny opened the note and cursed loudly, face burning red as he crumpled it and slammed it in his notebook.

"Those fuckers…" He grumbled as he stood, marching in the direction of Kyle's room.

Simon snickered to himself as he pulled the messaging app on his laptop.

SR- He's comin' for you two. better run.

KG- Copy. Thanks for the help LT

The note, of course, had been a complete guide to the false messages you and Kyle had been saying. In your handwriting was a silly drawing of Kyle and you laughing at Johnny with the words "If you wanted to know, you should have asked you fool. We have more gossip if you want to hear it ;) "

"Those idiots…" Simon grumbled with a smile as if he hadn't helped set all of this up. Things were alive and well in the 141 base, it was always fun when people were constantly passing notes.

[meatmutt-sfw]

Burger Town chicken tenders — Call of Duty

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕/𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗):

✰ n/a

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐈 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐):

✰ n/a

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐈𝐈 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟏):

✰ john ‘soap’ mactavish

— Always in My Heart [ao3 link]

not what you want? try another item.

meatmutt-sfw © 2023 all rights reserved.

[libingan]

was working on this earlier, but i only finished it now lmfao

i need to worship price’s body so badddddd hes so sexy yall love me a hairy man

anw this is just me imagining giving john price the best head of his life!!!! need to show this man just how hot he is!!!! he deserves to get his dick wet!!!

the dim light of the room cast a warm glow over john price’s rugged form as you knelt before him, eyes tracing the contours of his muscular, hairy body. his piercing eyes watched you intently, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips.

“you really love this, don’t you?” price’s deep, raspy voice broke the silence, sending a shiver down your spine. he knew the effect he had on you, and he reveled in it, loving to see you work for every touch, every taste.

“yes, sir,” you replied, your voice thick with reverence and desire. your hands moved up his calves, feeling the coarse hair beneath your fingertips. you leaned in, pressing your lips to his thigh, inhaling deeply. his scent—an intoxicating blend of sweat, musk, and lingering cologne—filled your senses, driving you wild with need.

price’s hand settled on your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “good,” he murmured, a low rumble of approval. “show me how much you love it.”

your lips trailed up his thighs, each kiss and lick a testament to your worship. you could feel the hard muscle beneath the hair, savoring every inch of his skin. when you reached the base of his cock, you paused, looking up at him with wide, adoring eyes.

you leaned in, your tongue tracing the thick vein on the underside of his cock, feeling him shudder beneath your touch. your hands moved to his balls, rolling them gently, feeling their weight. you took him into your mouth, sucking lightly, savoring his taste.

“bloody hell,” price groaned, his voice rough with arousal. “you’re too fucking good at this.”

you took him deeper, your throat relaxing to accommodate his size. the stretch of your mouth around his thick cock was intoxicating, each bob of your head drawing a low, guttural moan from him. your hands continued to work in tandem with your mouth, worshipping every part of him.

price’s hand guided your movements, his hips thrusting slightly. “that’s it,” he growled. “take it all, love.”

you did, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you took him as deep as you could. your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from him. the sound of his heavy breathing, the way his cock twitched in your mouth, spurred you on.

you pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip from your mouth with a wet pop. “so big,” you murmured, moving to kiss along his jawline. “so fucking perfect.”

you kissed a trail along his jaw, nuzzling into the thick hair of his beard. his scent was stronger here, and you buried your face in his neck, breathing him in. your lips moved to his throat, then to the hollow of his collarbone.

“you smell so fucking good,” you whispered, your voice full of need. “i could spend hours just like this.”

price’s breath hitched, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you. “do it,” he murmured. “go ahead.”

you continued your worship, kissing down his chest, taking the time to bury your face in the dense hair. the coarse strands tickled your nose, and you breathed deeply, savoring his scent. you kissed his nipples, teasing them with your tongue, drawing low, rumbling moans from him.

“fuck,” he groaned. “that’s it, love. keep going.”

you trailed your lips down his belly, feeling the hard muscle beneath the hair. you nuzzled into the thick hair that covered his abdomen, pressing your face into it, breathing him in. your hands roamed over his sides, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles.

“you’re so perfect,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin. “every inch of you.”

you kissed lower, burying your face in the thick patch of hair at the base of his cock. the musky scent of him was heady, filling your senses. you nuzzled into his pubic hair, your hands sliding down to grip his thighs.

“fuck,” price groaned, his voice rough with arousal. “you’re driving me insane.”

“good,” you whispered, looking up at him with a wicked grin. “i want you to feel it.”

you took him back into your mouth, your tongue tracing the thick vein along the underside of his cock. you sucked harder, your hands working in tandem with your mouth, worshipping him with every touch, every lick.

price’s grip on your hair tightened, his hips thrusting slightly. “that’s it,” he growled. “take it all, love.”

you did, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you took him as deep as you could. your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from him. the sound of his heavy breathing, the way his cock twitched in your mouth, spurred you on.

“shit,” he groaned. “i’m gonna come.”

you didn’t pull back. instead, you took him deeper, wanting to feel him spill down your throat. with a final thrust, he came, his cock pulsing in your mouth, filling you with his hot, salty release.

you swallowed it all, savoring the taste of him, the way he groaned your name. you pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip from your mouth with a wet pop. you were about to speak when you felt something unusual in your mouth, a strange texture that wasn’t quite right. you furrowed your brows, reaching in with two fingers to pull out the foreign object.

with a gentle tug, you extracted a single, long strand of john price’s hair. you stared at it, a mixture of shock and amusement in your eyes.

price, catching sight of your expression, couldn’t help but laugh. “what’s the matter, love? found a souvenir?”

you looked up at him, grinning. “didn’t expect to get a hairball,” you teased, holding up the strand.

price chuckled, shaking his head. “well, at least you know i’m always with you, even if it’s just in your mouth.”

you laughed, tossing the strand aside and pulling him into a warm embrace. “guess i’ll be finding bits of you for days,” you said with a playful grin.

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “means you’ve got me all over,” he replied, his voice filled with affection.

[luboy7rt]

Task Force 141 as Your Roommate! (Gn!Reader - Headcanons)

(Includes: Jonathan (John) Price, Johnny (John) ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, and Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley)

Jonathan ‘John’ Price:

- He is a clean roommate, whatever he dirties he always ends up cleaning it immediately. He folds laundry very tightly, everything he folds would be able to fit into a duffle bag. 

- John ends up buying quite a lot of the replenishables around the house. He just tends to spot the fact you need more things before you do, he replaces it without you even noticing half the time.

He knows if you have a schedule or not; he just picks up on things. He will attempt to subtly help you if you need it.

- John's great at communicating, every little issue you have with each other can and will be solved easily so there is no issue between you two. 

- He tries to sneak in quietly whenever he returns home late from missions, yet every time it’s one small thing that always happens that ends up catching your attention. (Ex: Accidentally smacking his boot against the door, or placing his duffle bag down too heavily) It’s always a different thing every time. This agitates him to know the end, he is not a clumsy man but it's just a bad habit he accidentally got into as he's not used to having a roommate.

- If you guys have a camera, before he leaves for missions he always says something to the camera, always something sneaky or something he found funny to try and bond with you even if hes away often. If you catch him doing stupid while leaving your apartment, no. No, you didn't.

- John is gone a lot on missions (like all of them are) so he really trusts you to take care of your shared home as he leaves his most important possessions there and will always return back to your shared space.

Johnny (John) ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

(Just using Johnny to not mistake him with Price) 

- Johnny eats all your groceries whenever he is home. He apologizes and gives you money to repay for it, but he also doesn't stop. Tries to make a conscious effort to do so, but he gets to comfortable and ends up eating them all anyway. Always makes it up to you though, gives you money or goes shopping for you whenever you need it.

- Leaves sticky notes around the house of tasks for himself or you to do, some of the notes of just really sweet reminders, requests, or compliments.

- He sometimes would forget to send you his half of the bills, he always apologizes for it and quickly makes up for it, pays it, and ends up buying you your favorite snacks/drinks. 

- Type of guy to sing at 2AM before realizing you probably might be trying to sleep 30 minutes into his amazing set. Peeks his head into your room with a sheepish smile to apologize under his breath if you're awake, and might even mutter an apology if you're asleep.

-Johnny would leave his stuff everywhere, despite the fact he's usually good at knowing where his stuff is. He's a messy ‘I know where everything is’. Will try to clean up If you ask though if you decide you both can't live in messy organized chaos.

- Johnny tries to do the dishes, cleans the living area, and takes out the garbage before he goes away on long missions because he doesn't want to leave it all on you when he knows he leaves it messy.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:

- Pays the bills on time, he will pay your half but expects you to repay him if you forget. (if you both are 50/50 on bills) he would be willing to change up on what you guys buy or pay for.

- He dances when cooking, and sometimes you wake up to him vibing in the kitchen getting it down while he blasts music, he apologizes a lot if he wakes you up and tries to lower the volume every time he does want a small cooking party. (You will go to sleep one night while Kyle is away on a mission and might wake up to his music in the kitchen while he's partying like he hasn't been up for 42 hours and just returned from a long mission) 

- You'll know when Kyle's home, he tries to make himself known by humming or talking to you randomly to just try and check up on you. Really tries to get on your good side to make up for the fact he's not around very often.

- Kyle leaves you cooked food for when he knows he's going away on missions for long, leaves personally cooked containers in the fridge to try and ensure your caring for yourself while he's gone.

- He likes just being around when he's home, even if it just means silently sitting In the same room doing separate tasks. Kyle likes the ‘normalcy’ of it all.

- Kyle likes hiding nice things for you to find around the apartment (ex; flowers, pretty rocks, money that he definitely didn't place on purpose) he doesn't even tell you, just likes waiting for you to find it and texts him a picture because he gets giddy about it.

- Will always pick up the phone when you need him, sends you a text instead if he's doing something important. Will do you favors. If you ask for snacks on his way home? Yeah, he is getting it for you, doesn't end up letting you pay for it though.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

- He eats your food accidentally some times, he always replaces it before you notice, if you cooked it? Oh wow, You have a totally different color food of the same thing from Simon attempting to re-make it for you. He ends up just leaving cash on top of it as an apology.

- He makes sure not to leave too much of a mess for you, he's busy but he really tries to clean before he goes away on longer missions. 

- You don't know when this man is home he is so quiet, you go for water at 4AM? You'll see him standing in the kitchen like a ghost staring at you until you notice him. (If you freakout, he flinches back but gives you a offended look like he wasn’t the one standing in the pitch black room)

- He moves stuff around sometimes when he's antsy, the living room might be rearranged by the time you leave your room. And he's already gone on a mission so you can't complain until he comes back. (He does try and keep this to a minimum and fixes it if you need him to. If you annoy him enough he ends up just changing his room and leaving the rest).

- He randomly leaves you money to find, simply plopping a 50 in your bag, or in your closet. Simon just doesn't tell you You randomly find it through the weeks. If you try to text him about it he simply doesn't give you an answer about it (also refuses if you try and give it back to him).

[lxvvie]

Simon doesn't think he's ever tasted something so good in his fuckin' life before.

He didn't know what he was in for this time when he got back from deployment, and nicotine and whiskey ain't got shit on this. Poor bastard can't remember the last time he had something so good invade his senses like this.

You said you had a treat for him, made him lay down, and promptly sat on his face, and Simon was fuckin' gone. Don't know what the fuck possessed him but he took one whiff and was instantly hooked.

Simon feasted on your cunt like a man starved. Tongue, lips, fingers, you name it. Anything to get his fix, anything to make you moan.

Anything to make you cum.

Didn't let up for shit, not even to breathe, and when you voiced your concern while whimpering and trembling, Simon didn't give a fuck and still continued to love on your pretty cunt because where the bloody fuck are you going?

Shut up. Shut the hell up and let him make you cum, sweetheart.

Actions have consequences. Shouldn't have made him feel so bloody good, shouldn't have poked at the beast, and he'd be damned if he didn't think this was the best post-deployment gift he's ever gotten. Better than the nicotine high or occasional pity wank.

Fuck, it's been so long and he's absolutely disgusting about it.

And Simon's aware of it all, the way his cock is so hard it's bloody painful and leaking in his pants, the way you're grinding on his face, smothering it and fucking his mouth (don't you dare stop, either), and how his everything is consumed by you. You coat his stubble, fill his nostrils up with your scent, his tastebuds are fired up—bloody hell, need he explain more?

Simon could die a happy man right now, and what would his gravestone say? Here Lies Simon Riley, Died Eating Cunt.

He'd chuckle if he wasn't too busy at the moment. Shit, he probably did if the way you're moaning is any indication. That felt good, didn't it, sweetheart?

It's your turn now to say his name like a prayer and believe in him just as he believes in you.

And it's the best fucking thing to ever bless his ears.

--

Turning Simon Out: Part I and Part II.

[skylarsblue]

I AM SPRINTING TO Y’ALL SO I DON’T FORGET IT-

I was listening to Mary On A Cross by Ghost, because of course I was. And I just was struck with the concept of Nun!Y/N (maybe they’ve taken the vow, maybe not). And Price. Now I’m not sure how they meet or whatever, probably some situation where Price helps save them blah blah. But listen-

Obviously there’s some forbidden romance there because nuns are supposed to be like “married to god”, y’a know. And so there’s that moment where they’re gazing at each other longingly, and there’s the energy of a soon-to-be-kiss happening. But John knows he shouldn’t, that it’s technically not allowed. So here’s why I came running here to type this bullshit-

“I shouldn’t…”

“I won’t stop you if you do.”

“You’re a follower of God…”

“Quite frankly John, I think you’re about the closest thing.”

“So even if this is a sin?”

“I want to walk into hell knowing what you taste like.”

“Bloody hell…”

OKAY THANK YOU GOODBYE. (Also I wrote this on my phone so apologies for inconsistencies/errors.)

[roachesbf]

AHHHHHHH- YOURE BACK YIPPIE!! 🙌🙌🙌

Anywho, mind the intro, if you haven’t done anything for Ghost within the courting series yet…

Imagine Ghost as a feline of sorts, like.. a black panther or a lion. Just a silly little guy. He’d be the type of cat that’s got that judgemental look until they see their favourite person and their eyes get all big.

Type of guy that loves to wrestle for play, and provides food/gifts for his S/O. Typical dead mouse on the doorstep type of gift.

He wouldn’t be much into physical contact, but god would he melt when his chin is scratched of his ears are gently rubbed. And rather than holding hands, he’d constantly have his tail wrapped around your arm or leg. The small purrs he would emit but deny.

Just a silly little guy all together, got that rescue cat energy to him<3

Anywho, love your work and be sure to take care of yourself!!<33

- 🪶

Black Panther Ghost Courting Headcanons

Ghost does give very much sheltered cat vibes once the two of you are in a settled relationship lol. It was a bit difficult at first because he had a hard time showing affection to you in normal ways. The main indicator of him liking you was on missions, he’d present to you a kill and wait until you said something, especially if it was someone who in turn was going to hurt you. If you praise him he’ll croon but he won’t tell you what the noise means. If you question him on why he brought it he’ll just hum and turn away. After putting the puzzle pieces together it was just him trying to show off that he can protect you. 

Once he knows that the two of you are comfortable with each other, it’s practically a mess. Your bed sheets and pillow covers are ripped up from his claws because it’s his way of marking your room as his territory as well. He always apologizes but the smug look in his eyes show that he’s not actually sorry and that the next time you buy new ones, he’ll do it again. Along with that, he’ll curl his tail onto your leg during meetings, or anywhere. To him it’s the easiest way of telling others to back off without actually saying anything. If you try to catch him off guard by grabbing it he’ll smack your hand away and scold you for it later, he can’t be caught lacking in front of the soldiers, he’s got a reputation to uphold. 

Ghost is a big fan of training because he always forgets how big and heavy he truly is. Something in his brain switches and he views training as a way to just play and mess around with you. The more you fight back, the more adrenaline he feels. And if he wins he’ll be a good sport about it, of course he takes it seriously for your sake by also giving out pointers. But training always gives him a rush because there really are no hard feelings in it. If your body isn’t too sore by the end of it he’ll allow a break in the comfort of your room, letting you lay on top of his chest as the two of you try to regain your energy. His gross skull mask will be off, but you’ll have to peel the balaclava halfway up if you wanna give him chin scratches. His stubble feels weird but it’s also a part of the charm when he gets comfortable and starts rubbing his face all over you. 

It’s cute that when he truly is comfortable he’ll start purring unconsciously, his tail slightly swinging back and forth on the bed. He’ll start kneading at your back, and it’s not until you start giggling does he notice his lovesick behavior, which ultimately makes him stop. If you whine and complain for him to continue, he’ll deny anything even happened and get up to go make tea or something, anything to distract him from how red his face is from being caught. I feel like Ghost is a really petty guy so it’s best to not say anything or he will make sure he never does it in front of you again. 

[oceantornadoo]

when you first start talking to simon riley, you want to check yourself into an insane asylum.

you like to think you’re cool, you’re chill, you’re nonchalant. but he takes eight hours to text back, sending you a “come over.” text at 7pm like he hadn’t just ignored you the whole day. you complain to your friends, of course, which is a terrible move when they tell you to drop him and if he wanted to, he would! and you think he does (want to), he’s just so insanely nonchalant about it. so the next time he comes over, chinese takeout in hand after not texting you back since 8am, you go a little crazy…

you open the door for him, stepping back awkwardly when he tried to peck your forehead. he practically shrugs it off, toeing off his boots before setting the food down on your table. “got tha’ dish ya like.” you nod, forgetting his back is to you. simon unpacks the boxes with precision from the bag, not stopping until it’s all laid out on the table. you’ve been quiet for a while, unusual since you’re the talker of the bunch, and that creeping feeling that’s been sliding up his skin finally sets its hooks in him. he turns around curiously, brows furrowing at the sight of you still standing by the door, biting your lip with a timid look and wet eyes. “love?”

you shake your head with a watery smile. “can we talk?” simon follows you as you walk to your couch, feeling like he’s been dropped into an op with no details. he doesn’t know what’s wrong, just that you’re hurting and he seems to be the cause of it. “i just…don’t get it. how you’re acting so normal.” you’re twisting your hands together. “somethin’ happen, love? got me confused.” you give him that small, weak smile again and it’s like you’ve stabbed him in the heart. “you- you barely talk to me all day and then you just come over here like it’s nothing. it’s just so hot and cold and i’m wrecking myself over it when it’s so clear you don’t care. i’m just so confused, si.”

simon runs through his memories. he texted you good morning, you texted it back, then he went about his duties for the day until he was finally free to ask about dinner. hadn’t even picked up his phone in the meantime, security risks or just plain busyness being the cause. “‘ve been busy, sweetheart. ‘s why i asked t’ come over when i was done.” you shake your head, biting your lip. “it’s the modern day, simon. everyone’s on their phones. i don’t think you’re as into this as me, and that’s fine, but i just want to know!”

now simon’s the one shaking his head, pulling out his phone. he might not be tech savvy but he does know this move from johnny, the fucker constantly complaining about his screen time. he pulls up the screen time tracker and turns it to you. “not everyone.” you’re a bit shocked to be honest. his screen time is ten minutes for the entire day. a few in the morning when he texted you and nothing until nighttime, when he texted you again. you’ve never seen anything like it.

“‘m not a big texter an’ we don’t use personal phones for work, so it’s jus’ a brick i leave at home or lug around. ‘s nothin’ on you. been thinkin’ about you all day, to be honest.” your mouth is open, honestly. any other man would have never shown you their minute-by-minute screen time, would have begged off the “busy” excuse while having been on social media for four hours. simon, by all standards, is genuinely different.

“so, you do like me?” he nodded stiffly, gloved hands reaching for you. you slid into his lap easily, tucking your face into his neck to hide your heated cheeks. you’d even shed a few tears over this, how embarrassing. “‘course i like you, sweetheart. an’ im sorry if it didn’t feel like it. let’s have it out, yeah?” you nod into his skin and he takes a deep breath, pulling you closer to his heart.

from that day on, you compromise with phone calls. when he’s got a few minutes and you’ve hit a lull at work, he’ll call you. it’s better than any text in the world - hearing his gruff voice asking questions about your messy coworkers or dinner plans. not so nonchalant as you thought.

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i wish this was from personal experience but unfortunately for me, it’s closer to the men not responding for days but having a screen time of six hours.